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re_alignment_logs2012-07-28 10:38 am
winged_knight) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-07-28 10:38 am
Entry tags:
- !npc | vector prime,
- !open,
- brave police: j-decker | deckard,
- brave police: j-decker | gunmax,
- tf: animated | blurr,
- tf: classics | elita one,
- tf: dreamwave | jetfire (crau),
- tf: dreamwave | starscream (crau),
- tf: idw | drift,
- tf: idw | wing,
- ✘ ace attorney | kay faraday,
- ✘ dead space | vandal,
- ✘ persona 4 | teddie,
- ✘ real steel | noisy boy,
- ✘ tf: animated | prowl,
- ✘ tf: animated | swindle,
- ✘ tf: bayverse | barricade (crau),
- ✘ tf: bayverse | mirage,
- ✘ tf: beast wars | dinobot,
- ✘ tf: idw | first aid,
- ✘ tf: prime | miko nakadai,
- ✘ tf: prime | wheeljack,
- ✘ tf: shattered glass | soundwave (crau)
[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.))
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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Everything is going by in a nice, not-thinking-about-Titan-Station-haze. Ratchet hadn't come to hunt her down yet, and Drift was a gigantic enabler, so no worries.
That is until she sees First Aid.
Now there, is definitely someone who might tell Ratchet that she's here. So she does an awkward, stumbling U-turn. Navigation suddenly an issue more than when she was just wandering aimlessly.
"Fffffffffuck."
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"Vandal?"
He leaves his post near the table, his drink sloshing as he hurries after her.
"What are you doing out of the medbay?"
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"Wh- nothing. I'm just."
God, what kind of excuse could she even make?
"I'm. Getting exercise. It's good for me. And Wing had whiskey, which is also very good."
A beat.
"For humans."
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"Is it now?" He looks at the bottle again. "What's whiskey?"
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She leaves it at that, deciding to smoothly change the subject.
"Soooooooooooo you actually have a nose and a mouth under that mask thing. Pretty nice looking. Why cover it?"
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But then Vandal flusters him and the mask snaps shut again.
"It's a personal choice."
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She laughs and then pauses to remind herself not to laugh because it makes her healing wound ache.
"Look come on, relax."
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First Aid's intakes give an embarrassed little chuff, but then he awkwards out again since Vandal seems to be in some pain still. He reaches for her hand fingers bumping it.
"How are you feeling?"
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He sure is affectionate. She really doesn't have a problem with that. It's adorable, in a strange way, and not something that she'd read too much into. She reaches up easily and holds his hand.
"I'm alright. Still a little tender, but okay."
Not really. Mentally she's a mess, but she's had her game face on this long, so why stop now?
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He curls his hand loosely around hers, then drinks from his cube with the other. After a moment, he kneels down a little to bring himself to a closer level.
"Okay. I hope you feel better soon. I'm sorry we don't have any human medics here to fix you."
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It's actually nice, she decides, that this guy seemed to be so friendly.
"It's alright. I'm pretty hard to keep down," She says a bit more quietly, her free hand moving over to pat the back of his.
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"Is there anything I can do for you?"
His optics focus on the whiskey again.
"What exactly is whiskey?"
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"There you go. Look how handsome you are."
First Aid is turning out to be one of those kinds of people she could just tuck in her pocket, so to speak.
The bottle in her hand lowers and she shakes her head.
"Alcohol."
Hopefully he'll abandon the line of questioning if she answers simply enough.
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He knows what alcohol is by chemical properties, but he really didn't know much of anything at all about human anatomy. Honestly, he's kind of surprised humans can by what he recalls about alcohol.
Yeah, he doesn't really realize alcohol can be refined into a drink.
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"Very commonly, in fact. It's extremely good for us."
Because he obviously doesn't know jack shit.
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"Oh, I see. Then you should drink a lot. I want you to get healed up as quickly as possible."
He smiles wide at her.
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Maybe it's a little horrible to lie like that, but he just makes it so easy. He's adorable and naive and she's not telling him anything awful.
Just enough to keep her whiskey.
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"Let me know if you need anything okay?"
First Aid lets her hand go for now, and instead opens his arms out for her, offering a hug.
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God he's so adorable. She'll gladly take that hug, even if she only comes up so high on him.
Fucking robot hugs.
This is like Disney Land for engineers.
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Humans are so fragile. He feels like he'd break her if he just moved the wrong way.
"Please enjoy the party. I won't tell Ratchet."
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She gives a startled laugh and returns the hug properly as she can, patting the side of his helm.
"Thanks. You too, First Aid."
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"I had no idea humans were so great until I met you."
Okay, he's going to settle her down now.
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"You're sweet. But there are much better humans to know than me. For what it's worth, you're kind of a credit to your species, yourself."