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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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"Who said I'd be the one trying anything. I was just giving you a fair warning."
This was far too easy. If Starscream had any sense of pride he should have been ashamed of himself. But his maturity was about on the level of a middle-school bully. So.
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"Why would anyone bother trying to attack me?"
Your logic, Starscream. You're saying nobody cares that he exists and then tell him that others might assault him for it. Not that he can't protect himself. He's a very capable Autobot.
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He shrugged and moved slightly to the side, but he was still sort of crowded First Aid. There was no reason to give him an easy escape just yet.
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"Where would you even hear that?"
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"Oh ... I think I was over there somewhere." He gestured to the opposite side of the room.
"I couldn't quite make out who it was, but there was a rather large crowd. It could have been anyone, really."
also, forgive me for the word vomit P:
At the moment, Jetfire was more pleased over having found the Seeker, but the tension in the red-and-white, small mech's frame (somewhat familiar, even, but he couldn't pin-point it) was obvious and that wasn't good.
"Shhh," Jetfire murmured right into Starscream's audio reciever, bent over and one hand loosely embracing Starscream from behind so he could rest a finger against Starscream's lips as his admonition came out a lot shorter than usual.
Then his grip changed slightly as his arm tightened, and while he wasn't quite tall enough to hike the Seeker clean off his thrusters by standing up, Starscream certainly suddenly had a lot less to stand on.
"He likes to talk a lot, but he also likes to exaggerate, and not all of it is correct." Jetfire looked over at First Aid right after dropping a kiss on top of Starscream's helm. There was a small, unfocused smile on his face as he reached out with his other hand, resting it... well, against First Aid's side, considering the size difference.
He wouldn't do something like asking people to forgive Starscream for him, not even when quite drunk, but that didn't mean he wouldn't want that tension to not go away.
Don't listen to the mean old Seeker currenty almost dangling from Jetfire's arm, First Aid.
gtkjfh scree 8D
So mostly, his reaction was to freeze.
And then the next thing he knew, he didn't have to worry anymore. The huge white mech was mostly familiar -- he identified the frame as being similar to Jetfire's -- but the affection the huge mech was displaying to Starscream seemed oddly out of place. But there it was: a kiss, some awkward holding that could be called a cuddle.
First Aid practically collapses against the huge hand in exhaustion.
"O-Oh. I see."
Oh, this mech was a savior.
NO JETFIRE NOT IN PUBLIC
"JETFIRE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? PUT ME DOWN THIS INSANT!"
Perhaps he had miscalculated the larger jet's reactions to being overcharged. But did he have to go and pick him up and cuddle him or whatever it was he was doing?!
Starscream certainly wasn't going to put up with it and tried his best and prying Jetfire's arm off of his body. It would be of to no avail since the large white and red jet was obviously much stronger than him and probably had him in some sort of cuddle-death grip.
However none of that would stop the ranting that was soon to come from the seeker.
DENIED.
"Hmmm... no, I don't think so. You've run around enough," Jetfire fairly hummed it, the words said slowly and rather precisely as he completely ignored Starscream's struggling except to tighten his grip a bit.
And to lazily trail his fingers along Starscream's side, the movement absentmindedly echoed by the hand now more or less cradling First Aid.
"I apologize for not noticing you sooner." Despite the rather unfocused expression, Jetfire was serious though his words had to convey what his faceplates were currently probably slightly failing to do.
I LOST THIS TAG but here we go now >)
He was... trying hard to avoid being kicked by Starscream's struggling. After all the harassment (and he'll feel a bit guilty about it later. Maybe.), he does feel some sort of schadenfreude for Starscream's current situation. He can't help but... smile a little.
"It's okay. I'm not very noticeable."
He pats Jetfire's fingers. What a nice mech.
mwhaha
"Jetfire, I swear by Primus if you do not put me down this instant I will shoot the nurse! And then I will blast you and scatter your atoms all over the place!"
Which he really couldn't do because he would get jumped and because Jetfire practically had him pinned in his grasp to a point where he wouldn't be able to fire any weapons.
Which was lucky for everyone involved, really.
it's hard to comfort two people at the same time!
And some threats.
Which didn't really impress him, since, indeed, the way he was holding Starscream was hindering easy mobility and targeting. On the other hand, the spiked energon had simply mellowed Jetfire out a fair bit further...
"Your field is as individual as any one else's, and your colours don't camouflage you in these surroundings, and while you might be rather short, I'm well-used to paying attention to those shorter than I am - Starscream, as far as I remember First Aid is a medic - so I assure you, it's not you who is in any way... unnoticeable." The slightly awkwardly long flow of words had been delivered slowly, deliberately, Jetfire frowning slightly as he spoke, the thumb of the hand he had against First Aid's side lifting up to give more of a squeeze to the small medic's hand, if somewhat slowly.
He was, nonetheless, a lot more... easily affectionate at the moment.
"In either way, I should've been paying attention to Starscream, and should thus have seen the situation earlier... And if you were going to shoot to kill, Starscream, you've had a lot of chances, and I like you here." Jetfire's voice dropped a bit as he continued, the small smile on his face perhaps angling a little and it didn't take too much to stick his thumb underneath Starscream's chin, tilt his helm back despite all that struggling and, humming slightly, kiss the Seeker before he straightened again.
"I hope he didn't cause undue distress." Because really, with Starscream? Some amount of distress would have to be given.
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Jetfire proses a good point at least, although it didn't really change the fact he still considered himself rather unnoticeable. He vents hard, looking down at his hand as it was squeezed, then back up in time to see Jetfire kiss Starscream again.
Oh. Really, it'd be cute if it wasn't Starscream.
"I'm not a full doctor..." he corrects, feeling slightly ridiculous. Maybe the two of them want some privacy?
"I think... I think I will be fine. Do you two-- um. Do you two want to be left alone?"