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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"Ratchet? Arcee?" Those are names he knows, but-- they're not the ones he expected to be mentioned. Wheeljack is also new, but that's less of a concern.

"Yeah, Ratchet is a medic, he's a part of the group that is on Earth, or well, he was, he is here now. Arcee should still be on earth, she is a bike like you, and a fighter, mostly blue with a little pink." She explains, wondering why he sounded curious but figuring an explanation couldn't hurt.

Yes, that's-- that sounds like his Ratchet, but she seemed very familiar with him. And he hadn't seen the old medicbot since arriving, but-- honestly, he'd spent a lot of time exploring the planet, contemplating and... thinking a lot.

Well.

"I knew a bot named Ratchet," he replied. "But I do not think the ones we know are the same."

She tips her head to the side a little to think. "Probably not. Where are you from? I mean obviously you are from Cybertron originally, but where were you before you showed up here?"

"A place called Detroit, Michigan," Prowl explained. He knew where that was, certainly. He'd made a point to get familiar with the layout of the world, especially the locality they were bound to with their ship and the strange places where the shards turned up.

"Michigan, that's one of the US states, isn't it? Before I showed up I was in Jasper, Nevada, but I'm originally from Japan so some of the US is a little confusing." She only knows that she had taken the chance to do foreign exchange to get away from her parents, she hadn't expected Jasper to be so boring before she met the Autobots.

"I cannot say that I traveled there in my time on Earth. We were fairly bound to the city's environs, barring the occasional trip elsewhere in the state," Prowl said, thinking on it. "So, no. We do not know the same Ratchet. Though I find this repeat of 'bots through universes... intriguing."

"Huh, I wonder if they are alike, or if they are really different. Weird." She said, smiling while wrinkling her nose in a funny expression.

"The Ratchet I know is an old soldier, and all that entails," Prowl said, failing to keep a wry sort of amusement from his voice. She can probably figure out just what that means from the tone he takes.

"The Ratchet from my world has been fighting the war for as long as it's been going on, from what I heard. He is still really strong though he acts old sometimes." She said, a smile that says she is very fond of Ratchet on her face. "He acts grumpy and unhappy a lot, but I think it's just cause... he doesn't want us, Jack, Raf and I, to get too attached. They lost someone just before we met them, so Maybe he thinks that will happen again and he will feel guilty about it."

He sounds very much like the Ratchet he knows. He wonders if he exists in this parallel universe; not on Earth, apparently, since Miko doesn't recognize him, but -- oh well. Maybe he's still off searching for personal answers to large, mostly hypothetical Zen questions somewhere else in the universe.

Ah well.

"And the name 'Sari Sumdac' means nothing to do, doesn't it?" If they had somehow moved to JASPER from Detroit, well, Sari'd probably be with them, or spoken of...

"Um No... I think Blurr said something about a Sari, but we didn't talk about her much. Not from home though." She shakes her head then shrugs slightly.

That Blurr was not spoken of with immediate familiarity was the last clue: yes, they certainly were not from his Detroit's future. That was not his Ratchet, and certainly, not from his timeline.

Strange, though, where the similarities between them.

"Ah. Thank you."

"You're welcome." She cocks her head at him slightly.

"Do you normally spend parties off to the side the whole time?"

Prowl smiled; he dipped his head and said, "I am a Cyber-Ninja. We eschew excess and celebration for a more contemplative life, keeping our bodies in top working order to defend the weak with an uncompromising will. Bumblebee says this makes us sticks-in-the-mud. I think it simply makes me, ah-- what's the human term?"

He pondered for a moment, and then said, "Designated driver. Yes, that's the term. Someone has to remain themselves without getting too rowdy."

"Wait, there is such a thing as Cyber-ninjas?" full stop, right there. "How is that even-? When did this Cyber-ninja thing start?"

Then another thing about what he said hits her as well. "And we have to have very different worlds, cause our Bumblebee can't really talk, much less call anyone a stick in the mud."

"Ours is an ancient order," Prowl says, giving Miko a look. Was there a problem with that?

But wait-- did she say?

"Bumblebee, unable to speak? That almost seems like a blessing." His smile returns, a touch wry. "Ours can only remain silent when poison is involved. Why does he not speak?"

"Huh... but ninjas come from Japan, I'm Japanese I totally know this!" This is suddenly very confusing. Autobots, Decepticons, Wreckers, Sparks, Primus, those were all inherently different enough that she had no problems with them, but cyber-ninjas, that was way too close to ninjas in her book.

"Um.. I think he can't speak. He makes a lot of noises, beeps and stuff, Raf can understand it just fine, but I kind of have to guess what he's saying."

"Maybe it's a translation issue?" he suggests. Not sure how else to put it, but he's pretty sure despite that he's a bullet bike in altmode, that he's not Japanese.

"...and the same for Bumblebee. Sounds like he simply doesn't translate correctly."

"Maybe it is... just really slaggin' weird if you ask me." Hope you don't mind the foul mouth, she picked up the habit from her big guy.

She shakes her head a little at the idea off Bee just not translating right. "Unless Bee is talking some totally awkward version of your guys' language, I don't think so. Everything he says is just... beeps, mechanical chirps and whirrs. And no one else has any issues speaking English, or but sometimes it's hard to tell if they understand him cause they've been together a while or if they actually understand him." She shrugs a little, Bee really isn't much of a specialty for her, her main focus has always been Bulkhead.

Prowl's not one to comment on language,b ut-- it sounds simply like Bee speaks only his native language and no English. How weird.

"I could not say until I heard it," he said. "It sounds confusing."

"I would ask Ratchet, but I don't know if he just figures it isn't something important for me to know right now or what." She says with a shrug.

Prowl's shoulder servos rose and fell, and that, he supposed was that.

"I'm not keeping you from your friends, am I? I don't wish to intrude on your evening." ..he'll just hang back and watch like a creeper.

She mimics the shrug, her own acceptance of things being what they were.

"Huh, well, I don't know many people here any more than I know you. I'm mostly making friends now. Besides, you aren't intruding if you aren't forcing me to stick around." She gave him a cheeky grin.

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