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.))
patokichi: (My friends make me brave)

[personal profile] patokichi 2012-08-03 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
"I appreciate it," Deckerd mumbles under his breath, "I'm not particularly a gestalt in the- well. I just combine with my support vehicle. Gunmax with his bike, and McCrane with the rest of the Build Team, who are not present as of now."

He takes a sip of his energon, trying not to make a face over it. Still strange.

"I do appreciate all your help."
namesnotprowl: (Best Friends)

[personal profile] namesnotprowl 2012-08-04 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm big keeping things quiet that aren't mine t'tell. Ain't pleasant at all, to have someone blabbing about you." A situation he's been in more than he'd like. "Besides, takes certain kinds of folks t'do what you do, where I'm from. Folks I can respect."

Barricade doesn't have much more to say on the subject, unless Deckerd decides to go digging.

"Like I said, just doin' my job. We're all here and I'd like to keep us all in working order. So, you getting used to the energon?"
patokichi: (MMD - Sass)

[personal profile] patokichi 2012-08-05 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you. Really I..." Deckerd shifts from side to side, looking fretful. More over that he's unused to just about everything.

"I am. Slowly. It's a strange taste," He admits quietly, watching the pink liquid slosh in the cube.
namesnotprowl: (Smirkity)

[personal profile] namesnotprowl 2012-08-05 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't worry about it, kiddo." Oh Deckerd, you are adorable. Points to you. All the points.

"Sure you'll get used to it. Though there are a few additives that can change the taste a touch. Probably'll never get back to the taste of what you're used to, though." Sorry bro.
patokichi: (A noble beast)

[personal profile] patokichi 2012-08-06 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
The Brave Detective laughs nervously and takes a sip of energon to keep himself from saying anything stupid.

"I've accepted that. I suppose it will only be temporary until we can get home, anyways."
namesnotprowl: (Out of the Fire)

[personal profile] namesnotprowl 2012-08-06 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Might take a while to get you back there, though. But hopefully it'll only be temporary."

Though admittedly, he'd been stuck somewhere for a year. He's not sure how long Deckerd would be waiting, though.
patokichi: (Robot with a heart)

[personal profile] patokichi 2012-08-08 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Hopefully, yes." He's well aware of how long it could take, but he tends to rather not voice the possibility.
namesnotprowl: (C'mere Boy)

[personal profile] namesnotprowl 2012-08-08 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just make sure t'hold on to that. It's important." With hope it's hard to go wrong. Besides, one of them ought to have it.

"So, where you from, anyway?" Barricade never asked.
patokichi: (W-wha?)

[personal profile] patokichi 2012-08-09 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course." Deckerd rarely lost hope. The one time he did, it nearly killed him. In a weird way.

"Aside from Earth? Nanamagari, Japan. You?"
namesnotprowl: (Cybertron)

[personal profile] namesnotprowl 2012-08-09 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Cybertron. A different one, anyway. But the last place on Earth I was at was Chicago, Illinois."

After that, the question of where he's from gets a little... strange. And 'different places' was way too Showgirls even for Barricade.
patokichi: (Ah?!)

[personal profile] patokichi 2012-08-10 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh! In America. Have you spoken to Gunmax? He was made in America."

Deckerd actually sounds excited about something. Because it's familiar.
namesnotprowl: (Think Think...)

[personal profile] namesnotprowl 2012-08-10 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"America, yeah. And I haven't yet. Likes hearing about folks that've been there, I take it?"

Deckerd why are you so cute.
patokichi: (Talkies)

[personal profile] patokichi 2012-08-11 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
"He does," Deckerd says, again smiling down into his cube which he ventures another tiny sip from.

He tries not to cringe at the taste and fails.
namesnotprowl: (Smirkity)

[personal profile] namesnotprowl 2012-08-11 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll have t'talk to him sometime, then." He tilts his head slightly, grinning.

"It'll get better. I could always see if I c'n tweak it a little."