winged_knight: (smile: looking down)
☼ Wing ☼ ([personal profile] winged_knight) wrote in [community profile] re_alignment_logs2012-07-28 10:38 am

[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.))
lifepersists: (and retractors)

[personal profile] lifepersists 2012-08-03 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
First Aid looked at the offered hand very unsure. This was Soundwave, one of the most notorious Decepticons, very happily proclaiming himself as a defender of the innocent.

Well, I guess he's read weirder things.

He reaches out, hooking his smaller hand around the Decepticon's hand.

"I'm First Aid. I was a nurse at the Autobot emergency medical station on Delphi."
inferiordude: (it's meeeeee!)

[personal profile] inferiordude 2012-08-08 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
The smaller hand in his own is hardly even something he seems concerned with. Beaming brightly, the Decepticon eagerly shakes First Aid's hand, determining that this version is most definitely more awesome than the one he knows in his own universe.

Not that it takes much. First Aid could be running around on all fours making monkey noises and it'd still be better than the one he knows.

But anyway.

"Most righteous, dude!" A friendly thump is given to the nurse's back. "Not an easy job, I bet. You the only medical support here 'sides Barricade, or you got others?"
lifepersists: (I'm hot just like an oven)

[personal profile] lifepersists 2012-08-12 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
This was all a bit too weird. First Aid was practically reeling from this social encounter. He'd never met Soundwave personally, but he'd been a field medic and had worked on 'bots who had encounters with notorious Decepticons like that.

He jerks when the thump lands on his back, inferior weight getting the better of him.

"Oh, no. I'm just a nurse. There's Ratchet and Pharma too."
inferiordude: (eh-heh-heh... no?)

[personal profile] inferiordude 2012-08-12 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Pharma is not a name he remembers, so his mind settles on that calmly, but Ratchet is one that makes him physically flinch a bit.

"...O-oh yeah? Uh. What... what are they like?"

Despite the stammer in his voice, Soundwave tries to not let his good mood be ruined or his cheer. Either for his own sake, First Aid's, or both.
lifepersists: (yeah my patients die)

[personal profile] lifepersists 2012-08-30 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
That's a pretty obvious reaction, even if First Aid wasn't used to reading body language. He wasn't exactly what part of it was alarming though. If anyone, he'd assume Pharma.

"Well, Pharma is my CMO. He's kind of a control freak. Hates Decepti-- ah. He's a really good surgeon. One of the best."

He rubs his hand over his neck cables, smoothing tenseness out.

"Ratchet seems nice. He's not really the one I know, but he appears to be good at his work."