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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Maybe Wheeljack has seen First Aid around Ratchet's medbay, but aside from that, they clearly haven't spoken. Unfortunately, his first impression of First Aid is going to be a rather overcharged First Aid. You'd think a mech who was sporting medic markings so proudly on his chassis would be a little bit more dignified.

But nope, First Aid decided to deal with his social awkwardness by letting go of any semblance of sobriety.

Which means sometime he had to go refill his cube, which meant wandering close to Wheeljack. He glances at him as he walks up to the table, pausing to look him up and down. Oh, that's a nice physique there.

Hey, he saw that look. Actually...wait, hasn't he seen you somewhere? You look a little too familiar to be an average mook wandering around Cybertron...

Now where has he seen you...

OH RIGHT! You're the little guy who hangs with the doc. And booooy are you wasted. He doesn't even have to get a good look at your optics to know that. The way you just checked him out was enough. He had to give the guy credit, though. He was bold.

"...Enjoyin' yourself?"

Perhaps that wasn't as subtle as he thought he was being. Nevermind First Aid is about as subtle as a hammer to the face when he's sober. He just didn't think that he'd be noticed enough to be talked to. He seems pretty surprised by this.

"Oh, yes." Obviously. He moves the cube in his hand in a way that emphasizes it's emptiness.

"I like your..." He taps his chest, where his Autobot badge is. "It's nice."

Oh you're just adorable. He'd be flattered if it wasn't such an entertaining display. One of his hands reaches up to his own chest plate, inspecting it as if to clarify if that's what First Aid meant before replying.

"Thanks. I like to keep the paintjob clean."

He'll just take that cube from you to replace with a full one. Like he's really going to give you the non-alcoholic type.

"Ya don't look so bad yourself."

"I... meant your badge." He clarifies this by tracing the contours of his own badge. Just from the practiced movements of his hand over it, it's pretty obvious he's done that a lot.

He flusters a bit as he takes the new cube from Wheeljack, losing some of that confidence. It actually takes him a moment to even realize that he had the cube replaced for him and he didn't get it himself.

"Thank you!" First Aid might have said that a little too quickly and loudly. Better save some of his dignity. He decides to stall with talking by taking a sip from this new cube.

There's an eyebrow perk from the Wrecker as he watches that motion, taking a sip of his Energon. Well he certainly hoped you liked the Autobot badge! But watching the guy squirm was pretty cute, so he'll just continue to do that.

"Oh, thanks. It's...red, huh?"

That little thank you was a bit louder than he was expecting, so he blinks a bit from it, but hey, at least someone's enjoying themselves here.

"I think I saw you in the Doc's medbay. You his new nurse?"

"Yep. It sure is. Shiny."

Maybe if he was a little more sober, he would have been able to think of something more to say about that. Really, old habits die hard.

He hums, shaking his head, stepping a little bit closer. Why stand away? He didn't have to be a stanger. So, up closer to Wheeljack's personal space he goes.

"Oh, no. Technically I'm Pharma's, but he's lending me out to help."

"Can't say I've heard of Pharma. Friend of Ratch's?"

He doesn't really seem to notice First Aid closing in on that personal space all too much. Wreckers were rather close for comfort anyway, and if that wasn't a factor, then Ratchet would be the excuse-of-the-day.

"Well glad to meet ya. Name's Wheeljack, if ya didn't know that already."

"Nope. They seem to hate each other if their arguing was a good indication!"

He sounds far more cheerful about this than he should be, but Pharma was just like that. He'd gotten pretty used to Pharma's control freak nature and his tendency to not like things just because. Especially other skilled medics. He was kind of vain like that.

You know, the fact that Wheeljack doesn't seem to mind him slowly inching more into his personal space doesn't do much to discourage the medic. In fact, he might end up leaning against that table too, leg purposefully bumping into the bigger mech's.

"Wheeljack?" He narrows his optics. "But you're not... I'd expect you to be less... rugged."

He takes note of that positive attitude, not sure whether to place it in the 'trollable' category or the 'adorable' category.

It might just go in both at this rate. But when First Aid bumps into him, his eyes slightly dart down, a smirk spreading across his face. This was almost too much, but the Wrecker tried to keep as well composed as possible to continue the conversation, even going so far as to put an arm around the littler mech's shoulder.

"I get that a lot here. Apparently I'm the only Wheeljack anyone knows here that isn't some brainiac scientist."

Be still, fluttering Spark. First Aid was no stranger to physical affection, but let's just say that it's been a very long time since the last time he was touched by anyone he found attractive. And usually not when he was this overcharged. His optics go straight to the floor and he just... lets himself lean up against the other mech. Subtly.

"I think I prefer you." Ah, no. That sounded terrible. "I mean, you're very... preferable."

Still not better. "Friendlier."

A better clarification. He drinks from his cube. Better not say more words.

While Wheeljack didn't normally browse around or make himself appealing (more appealing), he had to admit it'd been awhile since a bot actually did compliment him on something like that. Not that he didn't know how to react, but...it'd been awhile.

No no, please do say more words, First Aid. He's finding you just positively adorable. He doesn't even mind you leaning up on him, patting his shoulder to reassure him.

"Least someone does. The Doc's not too fond of me, from what I hear."

He takes a sip of his Energon before leaning back on the table a bit to make himself comfortable.

No, First Aid's pretty content to keep leaning up against Wheeljack, which means that when the Wrecker moves, the nurse moves with him. His engine gives a pleased little rumble as he drinks down more of his cube, and only after taking a moment to gather more conversation courage does he lift his head again.

"Oh, no. That's probably just a Ratchet thing. The one I'm familiar with is almost exactly the same way. If he's cranky and mean to you, it just means he likes you."

He rolls his shoulders.

"Especially if he still helps."

Wheeljack won't lie, he wants to test out just how much the guy is leaning on him, shifting his weight every so often to see if he follows. For the most part, he does, and that amuses the Wrecker more than it should. He just keeps supporting the smaller bot, arm moving down to his waist so the poor guy doesn't fall over. And yes, he does know how suggestive that looks.

"And personal injury? Where does that land me?"

He gave a slight chuckle at that. It was quite often that Ratchet would smack him upside the head.

It was a comfortable spot and First Aid didn't want to leave it, even if it meant possible forfeiting his balance completely. At least Wheeljack at the foresight to steady him. He places his hand over the other mech's arm, stroking it idly.

"Maybe he's a bit rougher with you because you need it?"

First Aid never got the 'tough love' approach some medics had, but he did know it was fairly successful at times.

And then it dawns on him.

"Oh! I'm First Aid." He tilts his head up, smiling widely.

This was pretty comfy, he had to admit. He was nowhere near First Aid's level of intoxication, but he was starting to get kind of warm and fuzzy from all that Energon he'd been sipping. Maybe that was why he was so cuddly at the moment. ...Eh, didn't matter too much.

"Guess so. Figures he's gotta beat me up to keep me in the medbay. Not sure the logic behind that, but who am I ta argue."

At the name, he gives a smirk.

"Nice ta meet ya. You know me already, but just remember, I'm the Wrecker one, not the science one."

He made sure to point out that difference now.

First Aid will be properly embarrassed over his awkward attempts to pick up Wheeljack when he's sober again. Right now, he's pretty content to keep stroking his arm. Until the magic word 'Wrecker' comes up. And then First Aid starts quivering as he looks up. The good kind of quivering, not the bad kind.

"You're a Wrecker? They have them where you're from?"

Wheeljack, you just earned a fan.

The sudden jittering of the bot causes him to divert his attention fully to First Aid, wondering if he somehow broke the bot. He doesn't look like he's suffering...so that's a good sign. But why the shaking?

"Uh..yeah. Not many of us left, but there are a few."

Never seen a mech so excited they started shaking then, huh Wheeljack? Since that's pretty much First Aid's state of being right now. Quivering with excitement and practically rattling against his plating. Because he's still leaning up against him.

"Oh, no. I wouldn't expect so. Being a Wrecker isn't something that involves a long lifespan. But the best ones are the ones who have been Wreckers for a while."

He was totally going off on a tangent. He seems to realize that, though. You are a Brad Pitt of robots right now, Wheeljack. First Aid is pretty much swooning.

"Have you ever bring down a Decepticon warship? Guns blazing, huge explosions?"

Wheeljack's hand rests against First Aid's shoulder, attempting to at least calm the bot down enough so he wouldn't rattle some loose bolts. He's getting the impression that his is some kind of fanboy impression, and he doesn't mind that in the least.

"Got that right. We go in expectin' to become one with the Allspark and all that. Still, feels nice bein' still standin'."

There's a laugh at First Aid's question.

"Naturally. Even took down Starscream once."

First Aid starts to settle at the hand on his shoulder, but he's still staring up at Wheeljack like he's something really amazing.

"Starscream. Wow."

His visualization of Starscream is pretty much his own version, though. In which he's fairly terrifying to say the least. First Aid looks over Wheeljack, a little more clinically than before, assessing scars and scrapes and dents.

Well, he might be checking him out again too. It's a big physique.

"Have any good stories?"

Adoration was not something Wheeljack got too often. In fact, he got more lectures about his antics than anything. So this whole look First Aid is giving him really catches him off guard, even a bit sheepish at it (not that he'd ever admit it. Shut up.) as he watches the bot pretty much obsess over him.

"Yeah, nothin' too special. Just paid him back after he locked me up."

He notices those wandering eyes, nudging his chin back up. Hey, hey. Keep focused, buddy.

"Well, don't supposed you'd wanna hear about Darkmount Pass."

Those wandering optics fix back on Wheeljack's face when his chin is nudged up as casually as if he hadn't been really giving the mech the once over at all. He leans his head right smack against the Wrecker's chest armor instead.

"Oh, yes. Tell me about Darkmount Pass."

This guy was such a fanboy. Not that Wheeljack minded. He just made himself comfortable in that position, tilting his head up to think on it for a second.

"Was trapped between the Cons and a smelting pit. 'Course the Cons were the same as always, vicious. Beat down a few of us, but of course, they weren't anything to worry about for me. When they were just pieces of scrap metal, we used their backsides as steppin' stones to get out of there.

Not the most exciting story, but it's one of my favourites."

"Stepping stones!"

First Aid snorted with utter delight, which probably seemed unusual coming from the medic. But to be fair, it wasn't the death that he enjoyed, it was the danger and adventure.

"I can see why you like it."

He reaches and strokes Wheeljack's arm adoringly.

"I don't have any good stories like that."

[Open - Communal] Meet 'n' Greet!

I'm sorry Wheeljack, but you are the burliest mech here

Oh gosh First Aiddddd babyyy~

HE LIKES THEM BIG AND STRONG. I'm so sorry.

ITS OKAY WE LOVE YOU FIRST AID

He'll just have to regret it later

Poor baby ;;

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omg First Aid I can't even handle you you're too cute

He's just so excited

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