re_alignment_logs | [Open - Communal] Meet 'n' Greet!

[Open - Communal] Meet 'n' Greet!

WHO: Anyone! Hosted by Wing, Vectorians especially encouraged.
WHERE: One of the larger upper platforms in Vector Prime's Quadrant.
WHEN: Now
WHAT: Mixer for Vectorians and general social gathering for everyone.
WARNINGS: None yet. (But there's booze so...at the very least there might be bad karaoke)

Upon entering Vector Prime's domain it's obvious that things are a foot. The typically serene atmosphere is enlivened with notes of music and the murmur of voices punctuated by the occasional bubble of laughter that filters down from the upper heights, a soft glow of illuminating one of the larger platforms with a structure built on it. Colorful streamers fly from crystalline light poles, marking the way through the various crystal bridges and small platforms, until one reaches the large terrace on which the gathering is situated.

A large pavilion-like structure, enclosed on two sides but otherwise open to a majestic view of the gorge and beyond, shelters the bulk of the gathering. Its roof is several stories tall, enough to accommodate their First Forged benefactor should he choose to join them, and what could be considered a dance floor sprawls off to the side. The platform edges have been lined with a railing here unlike most of the others, to waylay any highgrade assisted trips into the gorge itself. Along another wall, nearest the open area, speakers and other equipment have been setup to provide music and other entertainment. One of Vector Prime's Acolytes greets newcomers with a simple nod, and may later be seen looking after the replenishent of refreshments as needed.

Tables of typical Cybertronian height line one wall, where tapped cylinders of softly glowing energon, both standard and highgrade, sit alongside cubes waiting to be filled. Various pieces of make-shift seating suitable to the average mech are scattered around. Central to the pavilion is a wide raised platform, about waist height to the average Cybertronian, designed to allow the shorter attendees to converse with their taller robotic fellows at eye level. Human scale ladders allow access to and from the floor, and occupying the platform is a buffet table accompanied by several mis-matched chairs.

The buffet table is covered with an eclectic assortment of refreshments and serving implements more suitable to organics, mostly non-perishable pantry type goods, (you can be certain there's Twinkies!) along with a odd collection of various alcohols including a bottle or two of whiskey. At the end of one table sits an old refrigerator on its back, now tasked with being a simple ice box, filled entirely with chunks of clean snow and ice from Liege Maximo's quadrant. Accompanying it are wax paper cups and a pitcher of fruity syrup that smells reminiscent of Kool-Aid. (make yourself a snow cone!)

The pavilion is attached to a larger building, two doors at the rear of the pavilion each lead to two separate rooms. One that appears to be in use for the storage of unused supplies and materials while the other is filled with makeshift seating of various sizes, creating a more relaxed atmosphere. To the rear there is access to a second floor, the rooms of which appear to be currently unused.

Barricade and Soundwave have agreed to provide musical entertainment for the evening.

Miko may play some guitar for us if we can find a way to power her amp.

Wing will perform a traditional narrative sword kata with some musical accompaniment.

Vector Prime himself may make an appearance at some point as well.

((---This is COMMUNAL log and designed to be a mixer, so post to note your attendance and then tag around!---))

((If you'd like to do a game, performance or other activity feel free to make a post for it and let me know, then I'll highlight it here.))

((I tried to set a foundation for the scene but leave a lot of stuff open, so feel free to embellish where you like. We have access to pretty much anything that's mundane though likely it comes from the Junk Pile. Feel free to have your character bring something if they want.))

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Sure, she had to quickly go through her rather... basic information of Earth to find out what "chocolate" was, but she did get the general gist of what was being said.

"That sounds pretty accurate, yes. So, what parts make this a good one? The fact that there are robots and mechanoids everywhere?" Elita was amused, and maybe curious about the fearlessness of the girl. Though, she might also not be aware that some of the "robots" present wouldn't wish her best, or take care to protect her if she needed it if something happened.

"Huh..." Elita trailed off as she studied the picture. She could... both see, and not see, the similarities, even when taking away the pink. Given the obviously human/organic aesthetic on the robot on the screen and the lack of such for Elita herself...

"I can see what you mean, actually." One hand trailed up to follow the outline of her helm and then she shifted her back-mounted panels. "There's some similarities even given the differences in a human-based aesthetic and a cybertronian one."

Kay would have to forgive if Elita wasn't exactly adjusting the level of her conversational method; besides the human thing, there really wasn't a close enough similarity between "immature cybertronian" and "human child" to make sense and give pointers to how to approach humans at different age-stages.

Especially as Elita had no actual practical or even a lot of theoretical exposure to Earth.

Her hands move to her hips, turning around to get a scan of the area. True, by all standards it wasn't your conventional party, but there was something...genuine about it. At least that's how Kay saw things.

"Well, robots are pretty cool, and the idea that they're throwing a party and including us is awesome..." She tilts her head slightly, placing a finger to her chin as she thinks of a good way to put this. "It's the real deal, you know? I mean...there's no party planners, no caterers...all of it's handmade, you know? That's how you know the party's like...for real."

She gave another look back at her phone before smiling back at Elita. Sure, the robot may not have been too knowledgable on the subject of Earth-related terms, but Kay could work with that.

"She's a hero where I come from."

"Ah... Yes, I see what you mean. By necessity or not, it all is gotten or created by hand," she said with a thoughtful dip of her helm. Not that such things as caterers and the like wouldn't and hadn't existed, but currently, they certainly didn't.

"And no matter the logistical issues, it would be pretty rude to exclude anyone who couldn't consume energon, since you are here as well." At least in her opinion, even if she wasn't very... invested, yet.

"Well, I would hardly mind being compared to her, then." Laughing softly at that and shaking her helm, Elita glanced at the picture again and then down at her pelvic area. "I have to say, I draw a line at superfluous cloth, however, as that would be in the way."

She can't help but giggle at the way Elita talks. It sounded so..formal. It was something that really reminded her of Edgeworth, which was extremely welcome in this strange place.

"It's not so bad. I mean, look at my scarf! I've had it for years and it's never caught once. And I'm a Great Thief."

"A thief, hm?" Elita managed not to grin at the assertion, because that was an awfully tiny thief... Even if she wasn't paying much attention to Kay's actual age, she did know humans could be quite a bit taller than that...

"I think clothes're used for protection against weather as well? Which isn't something I really need." And as a warrior, it would definitely probably be in the way. Not that she was necessarily fighting all the time.

"That's true! I mean...is your metal armor considered like...your clothes?" It was something she'd been wondering ever since she started meeting all these robots here.

There's a pause as Elita frowned, considered what clothes were and if it all could be compared and then she shook her helm, slowly and thoughtfully.

"Not precisely. While they do protect what's underneath, it's closer to your skin; they're laden with sensors to interact with the surroundings, for example." As well as being meant to stand some abuse in stead of what was within.

Elita rested a hand over the arc of her chestplates, the blue gem set forward center shimmering in the light.

"It's not supposed to be taken off, unless it needs to be repaced due to repairs, but parts of it can be retracted," Elita said with a shrug, showing what she meant by briefly retracting a small panel on one arm to reveal what clearly was some sort of connection ports.

Huh, that was a bit different than she expected. Something like really hard skin? Like...a beetle! She gives a single blink before it clicks, offering a smile.

"Oooooh I see. So if I patted you, you'd feel it like if I patted my own skin?"

"Ah... Similar, I suppose. I have no idea how a touch feels to you, especially as I think we process it quite differently... But basically, yes." Smiling, Elita held her hand out, palm up.

She had really no idea how humans felt and processed their surroundings, and she was uncertain how to describe how it worked for her; exact amount of pressure, temperature, current and weight of whatever touched her armour...

Which all added up to a "sensation" that could be picked down into its component parts, or enjoyed (or not) on a more diffuse level, as her sensory net gave another input of "pleasant or not"... apprximately, anyway.

And with that outstretched hand, Kay hurries over, running her hands along it before hopping up into it. Yep, she'll just take advantage of this if you don't mind. Her eyes are as big as dinner plates (for humans, that is) as she inspects every seam of her armor.

"Wow...this is amazing..."

That... wasn't what she'd expected to happen, but Elita stayed still as Kay got up on her hand. A "could I, please?" would have been preferable, but she has some patience for unexpected frivolities taken with her person.

At least when they're taken by a small organic.

And well, Kay's obvious amazement was rather charming, so she'll let the girl explore for a few minutes, helm tilted and a small smile on his faceplates.

Who couldn't be amazed by this? Everything was so carefully done, or at least Kay thought so. Not even robots in movies had this much detail. Whatever Elita was, she was the real deal, and Kay made sure to be as gentle as she could. After all, even papercuts hurt her, so who knows what a tugged wire could be like to them.

"Do you guys have to recharge? Like...a battery?"

Luckily, most of her wires and cables were securely hidden underneath armour, and while a human would more easily be able to get between the gaps available, nothing was too out in the open, but she would certainly appreciate the thought.

And yes, getting a wire or cable pinched or pulled could be unpleasant.

"... Not... like a battery, no," Elita said, laughing as she shook her helm, because for some reason that was quite amusing to her. "We do have to have periods of lesser activity, recharge, as you said. But it's about letting our processors work more effectively with necessary upkeep and cutting down on other activity to lessen energy used."

Kind of like sleep, actually.

"Oh! So it's a lot like sleep..."

At least that's what it sounded like...

"So...DO you dream of electric sheep?"

"... Sheep?" Giving Kay a decidedly confused stare, Elita carefully straightened up slightly, but at least, being by the buffet table, meant there was still not very far down to the nearest ground for the girl.

Earth ecology, flora and fauna wasn't something that they'd prioritized in their brief visit to Earth while hunting Bugbite.

"But no, I don't think so. The word gets translated as something like involuntary memory recall?" She shrugged, frowning thoughtfully. "If everything's working as it should, that won't happen."

"Wait...you don't dream?"

That was slightly disheartening...All robots should get to dream! It was full of fun fantasies that you couldn't experience in your everyday life.

But then again, what did you dream about when you were a robot?

"I'm sorry..."

It wasn't hard to catch on that the inability to dream was something that upset Kay, though she couldn't understand why, honestly.

"Why apologize? It's such an important thing to you?" It was curious that something similar to involuntary memory recall would be desirable.

Not that her mental landscape was without imagination on fancy, but it didn't happen while in recharge and without control over it.

"Oh! It's just...that's where I have adventures I couldn't have when I was back home. It's...it's amazing what you can dream.

She fiddles with her scarf a bit sheepishly.

"I'm pretty sure everything here is a dream, because it's too cool to happen to me for real."

Ah. She could see what Kay was talking about now. Elita chuckled as she shook her helm.

"I promise you, we don't lack imagination, even if it doesn't get used involuntarily while in recharge."

She paused at Kay mentioning all this being a dream and huffed gently, warm, spent air puffing out.

"If it was a dream, we'd all be sharing it, and then it wouldn't matter if it was real or not since we would all be experiencing it."

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