[Open - Communal] Meet 'n' Greet!

[winged_knight]

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.))

Comments

[perfavore]

Mirage had no sooner finished his first transmission out of the temple before walking out. And to be honest, he didn't expect this. When you're told you're on a new Cybertron, get contacted by two Decepticons, and partially threatened by one, you don't really expect a party to end all parties.

So he's just going to stand there, dumbfounded by everything that's going on around him. He probably sticks out like a sore thumb, being bright red in a sea of whatever colours. But nothing beats the wide-eyed glance he seems to be giving everything.

"Perdono?"

[namesnotprowl]

Speaking of that vaguely threatening Decepticon, he's here. And has been chatting with most of the other Vectorians that have been here, and looks to be having a good time.

And the faction symbols on his pauldrons are looking particularly gouged-out.

He's hardly going to going to say anything about it, though, or let someone from his timestream get him down. Which is why Barricade is going bold and walking right up to him. "Decided to join your fellows out here, I see. Good show of solidarity~"

[perfavore]

Gouged out symbols or not, he notices Barricade right off the bat and has to hold himself back from sinking his arm blades in his back. Mirage liked to think he had class, and would never do such a thing at a peaceful social gathering...unless Barricade made the first move. Still, those blades are on standby. Just in case.

And now he's approaching. You can just feel the tension as the police car walks up, those eyes narrowed dangerously.

"I was unaware of such festivities."

[namesnotprowl]

Barricade is hardly going to attack someone here. Even if it's someone from the only contingent of Autobots he truly hates. He knows how to play his cards in these sorts of situations. But that won't stop him from needling at Mirage just to see what happens.

And it would seem his mere presence is enough. "Wing set it up. Invited all of us that got dropped here. You met Wing yet? Real cute fella."

He curls his lips - an addition from a separate trip, along with the rest of his altered face - into a smile. "You look tense, darlin'. Oughta grab a cube and chat with a few folks."

[perfavore]

Those wings twitch at the very sound of Barricade's voice. It only showed how tense he really was, as he liked to try and avoid showing such weaknesses when he could. His gaze seems to scan the police car's face, wondering where such surgeries took place. He clearly remembers Barricade having a far more grotesque visage.

"I have not met Wing. And I assure you, I will adjust myself."

And watch you with the keenest of interest.

[namesnotprowl]

His lower optics flick their gaze up to see those wings twitch, upper ones watching Mirage's face. Definitely tense. But Barricade doesn't have his shotgun with him, and none of his on-board weapons even partially shifted out.

"You ought to. Sweet fella." He pauses for a moment, before adding, "Something confusing about my face?"

Barricade knows there is. He's just wondering if someone here that knew his old face would admit it.

[perfavore]

His head tilts back, as if to say 'OF COURSE NOT' because staring is rude. But then he realizes this is Barricade.

"Your face has been altered from the last time I saw you."

He'd compliment it if under different circumstances.

[namesnotprowl]

He knows you're staring, Mirage. When it happened everyone stared. It was terrible. Now he's just used to it. The stares and the face both. More human... more like his former captors the TransTechs.

Barricade gently runs the tips of two claws along the contour of his own cheek, humming in thought.

"Mm. It has been, hasn't it? Kind of a long story, though."

[perfavore]

"...How long have you been gone?"

Surgery like that was not an in-and-out procedure...and the bot shuddered to think as to how or why it was done. It's not like Barricade's face was malfunctioning before...although it wasn't as easy on the eyes.

[namesnotprowl]

"A year. But this-" he waves at his face, "-happened during that Egypt debacle I was absent for."

Barricade still can't figure out why the TransTech Shockwave would choose to reformat his face. He just knew that he was enraged and upset at the time, since he'd thought it was handsome for 'Cons to begin with.

[perfavore]

Mirage had no idea you were even absent for that, 'Cade. Then again, he was a late arrival. All he knew of was the incident himself. He'll put on airs that he knows about it though, merely nodding his head.

"It is...different."

[namesnotprowl]

It's hardly a big secret he'd been gone. Just that for the 'Cons he's constructed some lie about being out of comm range in South America. He doesn't know which Autobots had been there or not.

"That's the most flatterin' thing I've heard about it from someone that saw my face before in a while."

Not since Bonecrusher.

[perfavore]

"Scusi?"

It hadn't intentionally meant to be flattering, and he was kind of surprised Barricade would even-- Those wings perked up slightly at that.

"It was mere courtesy."

That sounded really strange saying to a Con.

[raceme]

A newcommer! That red color was nice and Blurr could see the door wings which meant the new visitor was most likely not a Decepticon. Not like those weren't allowed here now too but they should be approached more cautiously. Blurr is next to Mirage in nanoclicks, smiling.

"Hi, Welcome to the party."

[perfavore]

Whoa where did you come from. Mirage's blue optics widen in surprise at the SUDDEN BOT near him. He can't say he's seen anyone like you before...maybe Jolt, but Jolt was often more shy than that.

"Ah...buongiorno..."

He gives a gracious bow, as he doesn't really seem to think this one is a Decepticon. The greeting gave him the tip off.

[raceme]

He's a very fast bot, blink and you'll miss him.

"That sounds lovely. What does it mean?"

The red Autobot Elite Guard insignia in the middle of Blurr's chest probably gives him away as a non Decepticon affiliate too.

[perfavore]

Someone was interested in Italian culture? Well colour him surprised. His wings perk up slightly as he tilts his head.

"It means 'hello'. Simple, yet beautiful."

[raceme]

Blurr enjoys leaning new dialects so he can confuse people with his talking in more languages.

"I've never heard of something like that before, it's really nice. What language is that one?"

[perfavore]

There's a slight chuckle. This was certainly new. Sideswipe often mocked him for his Italian verbage, and Bumblebee could hardly even speak back half the time.

"It is Italian, mio amico~. A romantic language I've come to be quite fond of."

[raceme]

None of them were curious secret agents. Learning new languages is key in his line of work.

"Italian...from Italy, like EARTH Italy?I never been there but when I was in Detroit I saw a few lovely Italian cars around." An oh boy, weren't those nice.

[perfavore]

"Yes. It is where I first landed on Earth. It is a beautiful country. I am quite fond of Venezia myself."

[raceme]

"A beautiful country for a beautiful mech then. You are an Autobot?" Because no Decepticon will call any part of Earth beautiful, Blurr can know that even when he's drunk. "My name is Blurr, excuse my manners."

[perfavore]

Beautiful? That was rather forward. If he didn't know any better he'd think this was Sideswipe...or more recently, Barricade. Was he really that much of a knockout?

"Yes, I am an Autobot. You may call me Mirage~"

He gives a slight bow to the mech, being as courteous as he can be.

[raceme]

Barricades was around, if Mirage mentioned him Blurr would point him to the direction of the Ex-Decpticon. Too bad he had no idea what was going on the other autobot's processor. It was provably for the better.

"Mirage...nice. Any reason why you got that name?" Blurr looks pleasantly surprised. "oh..ah..thanks."

[perfavore]

Oh? Someone was curious on that, were they? Well, he wasn't about to be rude and hide the secret. So he merely chuckles--

and soon, there is no Mirage in sight.