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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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"Oh. Oh, yes. You're right." The mask snaps back open and he smiles at Drift, before taking another drink from his cube.
"You look good, Drift." Though, his tone was more 'but do you feel good?'
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Drift gives an encouraging grin as the other drinks. Right. Better. Now, stop embarrassing the other mech, Drift. Unlike Ratchet, nurses are apparently a shy breed.
"Uh, thanks?" One hand scrubs the back of his helm, sheepishly. "Better now that I'm not, you know, dying."
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"I'm really glad. On Delphi, I was afraid we were going to lose you."
He reaches out, patting a hand against Drift's elbow. Just a bit of physical contact. First Aid was just like that -- when the compassion really gets flowing, he just has to touch.
"The universe is lessened every time a good mech dies. If you need anything, please let me know!"
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He laughs. It's okay to laugh now about Delphi, right? "I was pretty sure I was a goner. Asked Ratchet to kill me if the DJD came and everything."
Wait. That's not funny. That's like the opposite of funny.
You know what? Corroding systems be damned: Drift reaches for First Aid's drink, and tosses whatever's left in the cube down his throat. Being a bit drunk right now, maybe not such a bad idea.
He hisses as it burns its way down. Ouch.
So the touch on his elbow is a little surprising. And the words...even more so. "It is," he says, unsteadily. "But I'm not one of them."
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You know what, he can't even bring himself to protest about having his cube taken from him, if just because Drift seemed like he needed it. Just the thought of the mech asking Ratchet to do that was extremely saddening to him.
First Aid's optics half lid, his lips twisting into a frown. "I used to be a field medic, Drift. I've seen cybertronians do some terrible things. You're a good mech."
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He doesn't think First Aid will buy it, but it's worth a shot. "But. I've done some of those terrible things." Dabola, for example.
"But thank you."
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"Let's share it. Drink it slow."
He doesn't even get the irony in the fact that even as overcharged as he was, he was the one trying to take care of Drift. He nudges a little bit closer.
"But you've also done some pretty awesome things."
He didn't say which side he saw do terrible things if just because he's seen both sides do it. Hell, he idolized the Wreckers. That should... say quite a bit about his personality.
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He takes a small sip, this time--he can already feel the first energon begin to hit his systems, that warm fuzzy tingle. It makes his smile just a little easier.
"I've tried." A shrug. "It hasn't always worked out." He hands the cube back over. "Not like you, helping others."
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"If I didn't help others, I would be a very bad nurse."
He looks down at his cube. There's a pleasant fuzz all over his thinking, making him take a little more time to consider things if he's going to consider it clearly.
"I'd really like it if you kept in contact. I know that's asking a bit much."
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Yes. Icky. That's the best word for it. He'd felt icky. He certainly wouldn't have wanted to touch himself like that.
"...why is that a bit much? It's...I'd really like that."
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First Aid takes another drink from his cube, then holds it out in offering to Drift again.
"We didn't meet under pleasant circumstances. I could understand wanting to leave that behind."
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He takes the cube, taking another sip, trying to figure out how to actually get the compliment to stick.
"You helped me when I needed help. You didn't judge me, even when I...uh...hurt your friend." Prowl. Dent. Whatever. Eeep. "I'd be stupid to want to leave that behind."
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"Maybe I'm different, then."
He expected to go down in history as some sort of curse or superstition. Those last few days on Delphi were still vivid in his mind. There wasn't much hope there.
"Ah." Dent. Yes. Not much to say about that. His death by sword was much quicker and pleasant than the plague. "Normally... I wouldn't ask, but it's. Just nice to see a familiar face around."
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Drift takes a sip, handing the cube back. "I understand. But you don't have to ask permission or anything. We're...," he falters, struggling for a word. Friends? It seemed a weird word to use to mean 'mechs who have been through something horrible together.' Then again, that's how Gasket had meant it. "...friends? Or I'd like to be."
can i just say i love their CR?
"Yes! I would like to be. I mean--" This is so horribly awkward. He didn't really see why Drift would really ever want to spend any time with him, but the mech is pretty much the closest he had to a friend here. And that was particularly sad since he didn't know him very well at all. Just Pharma didn't quite count as 'friend' status.
"Please take care of yourself."
oh gosh me too :)
He tilts his head. "You mean?"
He laughs. "I try, First Aid, but not at the expense of helping someone." Fighting is what he does, and it's inherently dangerous. One of these days, he knows his luck, or skill, will run out. The thought doesn't distress him, as long as he gets to die for something.
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"I don't really have any friends here, so it's... nice."
He frowns a little at that, but to be fair, he was never a huge fan of anyone getting hurt ever. "Just don't put yourself in needless danger."
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anyone who comes within the radius of your adorable?"First Aid." He's almost wounded. "It's never needless. But I appreciate the thought. I imagine your type gets tired of having to patch up my kind."
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"Nooo. No, no!" He waves a hand, trying to dismiss this train of thought before it gets much farther. "I only ask because I worry."
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"Don't worry about us." He grins, the energon making him slightly tipsy. It's not much but he's not eaten much lately so it's hitting him hard. And tipsy Drift is apparently gallant Drift. "But I'll do my best not to get too injured, all right?" He reaches over, tweaking the other's audio, playfully.
At least he hopes that's how it comes across.
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"Thank y--" His words cut off as Drift tweaks his audio, producing a small little squeak from him instead. He presses a hand to his lips, belatedly trying to muffle the sound, then drops it when he realizes how ridiculous he looks.
"...Surprised me."