re_alignment_logs | [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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He hasn't really even bothered explaining the pet names around here.

Ah well. Maybe someday.

"I am; been a while since the mechs I was around indulged in parties. Felt like I oughta share my good mood a bit." He shifts the cube over to his right hand, offering his left instead for a shake. "Barricade. And you're Drift, right?"

"Not really a lot of parties where I'm from. War sort of does that. Unless you count Swerve's bar, but that just had engex. None of this other stuff.". He waves a hand, to take in all the decorations, the music, everything.

"Barricade.". He pauses, looking at the outstretched hand, tentatively offering his. "Yes. I'm Drift. I know Wing.".

"Can be a touch weird t'get used to again, yeah. Still, not exactly a bad thing, the parties. Means things're peaceful enough for it." Not that Barricade is ever entirely see what to do with peace in the first place. It's all a touch weird.

He takes that hand, giving it a firm shake and offering a grin. "Friend of our gracious host, then. Sure he'll be glad t'see you."

"Yes, but...high grade." He frowns. "Seems like things could start at one of these 'parties' if the right people get too much of that in them."

He lets his hand be pulled into the shake thing. Weird but not uncomfortable. Must have been some way to check for hidden weapons or something.

"....I hope so." He's never quite sure where he stands with Wing. It's not Wing's fault, mostly his own uncertainty.

"That could happen any time someone has high grade. But with this many folks around I doubt it'll end in trouble." It ending pleasantly for two or more parties is much better really.

Besides, he'd noticed those Sharkticon bodies so a party seemed like a good idea. Celebrate routing an invasion and get rid of some tension.

"He seems the sort t'be happy to see folks he knows."

"One can hope." He shrugs. "I'm ready to take care of any trouble if it happens." He's not one for dancing and such, but he can push a bad mech out the door.

"Yeah well...I'm a special circumstance. I got him killed before."

"Don't doubt it. Seem like the sort. Though it doesn't mean you can't have a little fun too." Unfortunately Drift is speaking with the mech that tries to get everyone to dance.

"Does he remember it that way?"

"I can try." That's the best he can promise.

"I can't see any other way to remember it. I betrayed his City. An entire city. For my arrogance. Would you be happy to see me?"

"That's all I ask."

Hrm. Now that's one he hasn't dealt with before. "Depends on how I'd felt about you before and how I saw the whole betrayal, myself. And the kinda mech I am."

"Yeah, that's the problem. The more I think about it, the worse it seems. I'd betrayed him, twice. He still trusted me."

His mouth flattens: he didn't deserve any of Wing's trust. "I don't want to let him down again."

But wow this got grim and Drift figures this isn't what a party is supposed to be about. That sort of thing is like...for Rung to deal with.

"Are, uh, are you having a good time?"

"Maybe he's got faith in you. Which isn't a bad thing to have, even if y'feel like you shouldn't get it."

And heck, if Drift kept trying to fix it, he doubts that Wing's trust is really misplaced.

But this has gotten awfully serious. The question is a good way to get to another topic. Barricade grins slightly.

"I am. Been a while since I was at a party where people enjoyed themselves."

Drift frowns. He's beginning to get a little...uptight about everyone knowing his business. "I shouldn't."

And that's that. He hopes.

"I thought the whole point of parties was to enjoy yourself." That's what Wing had told him, at any rate. He laughs. "Sort of new to the whole thing, though."

Barricade simply quirks a brow ridge at the assertion that Drift doesn't deserve trust, but lets it go. It takes a little more familiarity with situations like that for him to get into arguing.

He chuckles. "It is. But sometimes folks show up just to be miserable." Or they have a party enforced by lack of life support anywhere else on the station. "I am personally tryin' t'make sure everyone here's having a good time, though."

Wing could, and should, do a lot better than Drift. That's all he'll say.

"But wouldn't it be easier to be miserable staying at home?" Logic y/y?

"...and how do you do that?" And why does he feel like he's just asked a dangerous question.

"Ah, but what if you want to be miserable but you aren't when you're at home?" The question for the ages.

And that is definitely a dangerous question, Drift. This is Barricade slinging an arm over your shoulder and grinning. "Well, to start with? High grade. Does wonders."

".....I've never really thought about it like that."

"High grade." He frowns. "Barricade, most of us are, uh, heavily armed. Maybe that's the last thing we should be doing."

"Heavily armed, but we are standing in the vicinity of one of these 'First Forged's temples. Who is sure t'be sober and not the sort to let us trash their pad." If a supposed demigod can't stop a fight from breaking out, who can?

"Besides, not everyone is belligerent when overcharged."

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