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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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He lifts up Blurr's arm, checking to make sure Ratchet did his job. Not that he doubted the medic, but...
"You back in one piece?"
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"Yes I am in perfect condition again thank you for asking RATCHET has really good hands is like I never lost my arm in the first place."
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There's another sip of Energon as he leans on the table.
"Don't worry. Next time I see Screamy, I'll knock his lights out for ya."
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Blurr mimics the gesture, getting more used to the high energon after the first sip.
"While that would be something lovely to see you really don't have to get in trouble for me Wheljack."
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"If there's one thing ya should know about me, kid, it's that I love trouble."
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"Is that another of the Wrecker's mottos?" Blurr smirked. "Fits ya."
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His hand moves down to rest on Blurr's shoulder, making himself quite comfortable.
"You guys don't got one of those?"
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"I always worked alone which was probably better than working with sentinel Prime so I'm not complaining and the Elite guard doesn't really have a motto."
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No way is he turning this conversation sappy.
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Battles about kicking monsters' asses, a much better subject of conversation right?
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"Hehe, well I can't take all the credit. Drift's pretty good at reading my movements, I'll give him that. If I didn't know better I'd say it's like he knew me personally.
You weren't bad yourself, Speedy. Usin' those headlights to get that guy to open up? Pretty slick."
There's a slight 'jab' to Blurr's cheek, hardly touching it in a way for it to be painful. It was more like a little cute gesture of friendliness.
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"You two were terrific IT IS quite clear when a mech is built to fight and knows how to do it." And that was not Blurr case so he had to improvise. "I try to be cre-a-ti-ve~"
Blurr doesn't seems to mind the display of affection. The Elite Guard weren't this informal back in his world and Blurr always missed some friendly contact when he was not around Wheelie or Dugbase.
He ends up leaning against Wheeljack, hoping that hes not being too much of a bother. He gives the bigger bot a coy glance to make sure it's okay.
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"Make yourself comfy, Blurr."
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"Ahohwell...thanks. This is nice." Blurr ends his drink in one shot, trying to avoid looking at the Wrecker.
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And Bulkhead leaning on him would probably crush him.
He ended his drink too, letting it settle in. The energon was kicking in, and while he wasn't drunk by any means, he was starting to get that warm fuzzy feeling.
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And at least not while he's still sober. Half sober. Blurr leans even more against Wheeljack, his cheek resting his chest. Wheeljack's armor is cold and Blurr can feel his heating system being messed up by the drink.
"Hm... MikomentionedBulkheadtoo."
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Wheeljack's assumption? Not really, because he was already pretty much using the Wrecker as a support post anyway. His hand gently pats Blurr's head, moving down to the bot's legs and scooping him up, letting him sit on that arm.
"Better?"
Wow, he DID weigh less than his leg.
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"Yes thank you...but are you sure you are comfortable like this? Primusyouarestrong."
For a start, Blurr has hollow wheels and practically no armor from the waist down.
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"It's fine, Blurrk. You're pretty light. Guess you'd have to be if you want speed to be on your side."
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"Soooooo...how did you and Ratchet met?"
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Blurr then runs a finger down WheelJack's shoulder and chest, smiling. "You need a buffing. It could do you good."
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"I guess...I mean, I'm not really dirty but...I'm not clean either."
That finger running down is a bit ticklish, and his wings twitch in response to that.
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