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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"Nice as it can get, partner. Which really isn't much, but the point is to try, right?"

Gunmax snorts a little at the way Deckerd looks. Setting his high-grade down, he reaches out and uses his fingers to try to force the Brave Detective's face into a smile.

"You look... very much unlike you right now," he decides eloquently.

The Brave Detective tries to frown against Gunmax's fingers, pulling his face away, out of reach with a small huff.

"You're drunk," He points out flatly, topping his head slightly, "Perhaps some self-control? Is this going to end up like the diesel now?"

Who knows, getting drunk off energon... he doesn't know what the side-effects might be.

There's a deep, contemplative frown on Gunmax's face, as if he's seriously trying to figure out how Deckerd escaped his master plan of making him smile. How was he so quickly foiled?

The biker does not dwell long when Deckerd speaks again.

"The diesel made me feel sick. But I feel great right now." He gives Deckerd a playful nudge. "I think you should try it. My tanks don't feel gross."

Deckerd stares into his cube again, looking a little uncertain. Maybe it would help. It just seemed so much, so fast, but his adaptability is one of his best traits, right?

He tips it back, emptying it in one go.

It burns slightly, and he makes a face, setting down the empty container with a slight grimace.

"There."

There's a long stare from Gunmax as he peers at the patrol car. Then, he reaches up, lightly pinching at his cheeks with both hands.

"Deeeckerd. You can't rush something like that. You need to take it bit by bit. Just to see how you adjust. That's what Wing said."

He tugs at his cheeks. "You need to be more careful. I'll get pretty mad if something bad happens to you."

"Gffhh-" Deckerd does nothing short of sulk, glowering as Gunmax pulls on his face.

"I'm fhng," He mutters past the fingers yanking on his cheeks, "Shee?"

Jazzhands.

Waving your hands slightly means you're fine, right?

There's a determined frown on Gunmax's face as he peers at his partner. He relents on tugging on his face.

But then he's pulling Deckerd into a fierce hug. Something he wouldn't do sober, no doubt.

"I know you're upset, patrol car. I know why. I can't fix it."

It's as close as he can bear to apologize for the situation they're in. Overcharged or drunk or whatever you want to call it, he can still think well enough. That Yuuta's lack of presence weighs hard on the Brave Detective, McCrane's current status in the medbay, and even Gunmax feels terrible about the missing Avatar. None of them are at their best right now.

But all he can think of is McCrane telling him don't make this any harder on Deckerd. How important that is right now and that he wishes he could make this better somehow.

For a moment he just stands there, looking around, a little lost. Gunmax is drunk, but right now, there's a part of Deckerd that doesn't really, entirely care. He'll take it.

And he returns the hug, a bit tighter than necessary.

"It's okay. I shouldn't be dragging everyone down with me."

Another brief squeeze.

"Feh. Don't worry about that. I know you said that you'd follow me wherever I go, but it goes both ways, okay?"

There seems to be absolutely nothing wrong to him about this embrace right now. Later on, he'll likely be flustered about it, but for now, he's perfectly okay with hugging his partner and friend.

"I'm not going anywhere, partner."

"Gunmax."

That's apparently how he says thank you, as he nearly squeezes the life out of you, Gunmax.

"I just keep waiting for things to make sense."

That embrace is mightily impressive. It's almost enough to sober him up. ...Almost. Gunmax just pauses, then relaxes in Deckerd's arms.

"Might be a long time for you to wait, Deckerd. But I'll be here if you need help finding your way, got it?"

There's not a chance in hell he'd ever turn his back again on him.

"Thank you, Gunmax. You're a wonderful friend to me."

He finally releases him, smiling weakly, hands staying rested on the biker's shoulders.

"And it's okay. You can blame this on being drunk."

Because he knows him all too well.

Oddly enough, there's a brief, warm smile from Gunmax at the compliment. Not his usual smirk.

"You started it," he comments back in a murmur.

At the assurance, Gunmax laughs openly and gives Deckerd's shoulder a tired, friendly smack. "A real pal! I appreciate that."

Deckerd laughs bashfully, leaning back against the small table he was standing at.

"Thought you might appreciate the assurance."

There's a more familiar smirk before he nudges another cube of energon at Deckerd.

"Try to relax for tonight, okay? Just for awhile."

A bit reluctantly he takes the cube and lifts it to his lips to take a drink.

"Alright, I'll try."

He makes no promises.

"S'all I'm asking for."

Gunmax turns around, then peers over his shoulder with a faint smile. And, in his rough English, "Love you, baby."

Before he struts off.

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