re_alignment_logs | [Open - Communal] Meet 'n' Greet!

[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.))

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Now he was very cute at least! Drift cleaned up well when he wasn't dying of plague. Not that First Aid could ever think badly of a mech for being sick. His Spark really wouldn't settle for that. If anything it just made him fret more.

"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!"

Drift would wither at least a bit being thought of as 'cute'.

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."

"Ah--"

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."

After he's drunk the nurse's energon, he feels a bit of remorse, turning to the table, and returning to hand First Aid a fresh cube. Just...like he'd planned it or something.

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}."

First Aid doesn't buy it. He's blitzed but he still has a little bit of common sense left. But that's okay. He accepts the cube and takes a sip, then holds it out for Drift.

"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.

Drift, however, is not blitzed, so he can see the irony pretty clearly. But he doesn't deserve to be taken care of.

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."

First Aid shakes his head as Drift hands the cube back, disagreeing with his statement.

"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."

"You're a very good nurse." Wow, suddenly Drift is aware at just how bad he is at small talk. "I mean you were calm and kind even though we were all dying and...icky."

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."

"Mmm. I didn't really expect to make it out of there. I had nothing to lose."

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."

"I've seen mechs with nothing left to lose. They aren't--almost ever--kind." More like clawing onto life itself.

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."

First Aid just gives a gentle shrug to that, smiling a little as his shoulders rise.

"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."

"Different, yes." Drift smiles. "In a good way." In a way they needed more of.

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."

Even as overcharged as he was, Drift had a way with words that made First Aid particularly bashful. He takes the cube and sips twice, letting the warm feeling pool in his tanks.

"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."

Horribly awkward because Drift has no real practice with this sort of thing. He's sorry to inflict it on you, First Aid.

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.

That's perfectly fine, since if it wasn't obvious, First Aid wasn't winning any gold medals in social graces either. He was kind of obviously well-- a nerd, even by medic standards.

"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."

"You do," Drift insists. "Have friends. Wing. Me." ~~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."

"I barely know Wing!" And well, Drift too, but he's at least exchanged more than a few words with Drift. He can't say that much about Wing.

"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."

"I didn't even know his name and he decided we were friends." That's just sort of how Wing works, First Aid. You just learn to go along with it.

"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.

"...Can you do that?" As if Drift knows all the rules about friend making and so on. It just never occurred to him that you could just decide something like that without even an introduction. Unless it was like, a blind date of the frienship kind.

"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."

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can i just say i love their CR?

oh gosh me too :)

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