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.))
littlecrowgirl: (oh boy)

[personal profile] littlecrowgirl 2012-07-28 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Kay'd missed out on preparations due to her super-secret mission that Starscream had given her, but that didn't mean she wasn't aware of the party's presence. Then again, who could miss it? It WAS a party after all. She walked up, one hand firmly gripping that scarf of hers as she approached, eyes rather wide in amazement.

These robots sure know how to party.

No really, for a bunch of mechanical beings, she had to give them credit on attention to detail, especially for the human things. And snow cones? That was just the icing on the cake. Consider her impressed.

"Wow, you guys went all out...!"
wheeljackofalltrades: (look who showed up)

[personal profile] wheeljackofalltrades 2012-07-28 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Wherever there was high-grade energon, you could count on a Wrecker making an appearance. Wheeljack (who now referred to himself as 'the good one' and not 'the nerdy one') was standing by one of the tables, leaning back on it as he watched others walk in. He was a social butterfly, of course, but what better place to meet n' greet than by the refreshments? At least, that's how he saw it.

There's a glass of high-grade in his hand, obviously, as he scouted the party floor for anyone he might find recognizable.
raceme: (Shy - uhm)

[personal profile] raceme 2012-07-28 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Guess who never went to a party? This blue bot over here. In fact, It's been Primus knows how many Solar Cycles since Blurr was with such a large group of people in one place.

Social interaction, how does that work?

He will figure out that one day but for now he's doing what he does best: Spy Watch and try to analyze what the others are doing from a discrete point near one of the wall. Blurr's still pretty noticeable, in case you want to bother him.]
raceme: (Brb writting your name in the Death Note)

[personal profile] raceme 2012-07-28 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Wheeljack, show Blurr how to do that social butterfly thing, please. He needs lessons.

All that staring awkwardly in a corner made him thirsty and Blurr finally approached one of the tables to fetch himself something to drink. He smiled at Wheeljack and then looked at the drinks confused. "Whyaretheretwoofthem?"
kingofthetvworld: (🐻  || Bear - Happy bär)

[personal profile] kingofthetvworld 2012-07-28 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Teddie's known for being socially awkward, but he was pretty much on the opposite side of the spectrum. Where as some were 'shy and quiet', he tended to be the kind of socially awkward creature that sort of just pushed his way over to what he wanted. It's not that he means to be rude, he's just still learning and this party is the largest social gathering he's ever been to.

In this case, he was making himself quite at home at the buffet table, greedily taking anything he could get his paws on. It was without a doubt that he sampled at least everything once, especially fond of all the sweet treats that were probably less than healthy for him. The only things he didn't try were the different alcohols, their strong scents being too much for his sensitive nose to take and therefore very off-putting.

The main event for him, of course, was the ice box. Although it wasn't 'ice cream' ice cream, Teddie was no strange to snow cones and was even known for being rather selfish when it came to eating them back home. Anyone else who may want one might have to push him out of the way because that big bear mouth can fit in a lot of food...

Although he looked pretty absorbed in what he's doing, his ears twitched every so often, alerting him of his surroundings. He's slowly but surely getting better when it came to trusting the more robotic citizens, but at the same time he still met some not-so-nice examples. He saw no reason to suddenly put his guard down completely.
vandalization: (Rig - Facing you)

[personal profile] vandalization 2012-07-28 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Vandal decides just now, that she really needs to find some extra clothes besides what she was wearing under her RIG, soaked in sweat and blood. She can't just wear the RIG forever, it's not like she truly needs to hide her face or voice anymore. It's just habit. She doesn;t even need to use the stupid codename the church gave her, but there's that light paranoia, as she makes her way toward the refreshment tables, helm still on her head, that she still needs it.

Only a few bots here had actually seen her face. Heard her voice. And none of them knew her real name.

She finds the whiskey and a few meager snacks to choke down (she doesn't really feel like eating still). She's going to have to thank Wing later for actually tracking down her drink of choice.

Nobody's going to miss one of these bottles, right? So she just takes it and wanders. Fortunately for her escort, she'd promised him a break from having to look after her, and she'd left the swordsmech with the expectation that he should be very drunk when she finds him next.
engrishdetective: (YEAH I'M COOL OKAY)

[personal profile] engrishdetective 2012-07-28 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
There are a lot of things to miss from Earth. Anywhere small from radio shows and soap operas, to the open highways that allowed that feeling of freedom whenever he'd drive, to missing the people he used to see every day. It sinks in, terribly, over the course of time. Gunmax admits to himself and only to himself that he misses those familiar faces. He misses arguing with Dumpson and Power Joe, Drill Boy whining that no one will play soccer with him, Duke passive-aggressively remarking upon Gunmax's English skills, the subtle bits of sarcasm and quips from his desk-mate Shadowmaru--

Toudou telling him to quit being so reckless while repairing him. Boss's cheery smiles and how they all could make him laugh.

So it's very hard right now to deal with the fact that not only is Korra still missing, but McCrane is still not quite ready to come out of the medbay yet. It's weighing on him.

A party is a great idea to properly distract him and maybe try to do this overcharged thing that Breakdown mentioned. That'd be nice. Hell, maybe even the Big Lug himself will show.

Regardless, Gunmax has arrived and he's snagging himself some energon. Not that he's rushing as badly these days to refuel, but it's something to hold and do.

Right, yeah. He also misses the flavor of gasoline. Energon's nice and peppy, but to not be able to have gas anymore is a bit of a kicker, too. Bit by bit, this place finds ways of separating him even further from home.

It sucks.
angleofscience: (and then Jetfire went neutral - blank)

[personal profile] angleofscience 2012-07-28 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He hadn't planned on coming, hadn't thought he would be here, and didn't really want to; parties weren't his thing, and not because Jetfire didn't know how to move through them.

He preferred smaller gatherings. He preferred a different type of gathering, but Starscream had insisted and while he could just have ignored it, he'd let himself been talked into it. Similar to a few other times, except the difference here is a slide to the left of the circumstances.

And while he'd prefer to just make a round, perhaps find someone likeminded to talk to, this time he's (for the moment) explicitely here with the Seeker who barged in like he owned the place, and Starscream would never stay up against a wall.

So he's out on the floor, frowning at the energon in his hand.

High-grade, of course.

When he suggested Starscream go get something, he hadn't really meant for him as well.
invisiblepinkboat: (May be invisible - important opinions)

[personal profile] invisiblepinkboat 2012-07-28 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Glancing down at the human girl by her leg as she passed her, Elita paused. She wouldn't otherwise do it, but why not, for the moment? And she was curious if the supplies laid out for the humans could be considered adequate or not...

"Technically, it's rather bare, I think. Lacking a lot of supplements, but for what we have to work with, it is rather impressive..." She trailed off with a small shrug. More than impressive, really. It wasn't really that they didn't have supplies, especially not for the cybertronians, but it was making it all that was probably the bigger issue here.

"But it's still enough, for you?" She waved a hand at the tables set up for those of the organic persuation.
raceme: (Dot dot dot)

[personal profile] raceme 2012-07-28 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Those clotches soaked in blood caught Blurr's attention. He's not all versed in how organics work but he's sure all that red shouldn't be on the outside. It didn't look right to him.

He follows the other movement and makes no comment about the bottles but when it walks near him he voices his worries. "Areyoualright?"
invisiblepinkboat: (Pretty doll - can kill with one strike)

[personal profile] invisiblepinkboat 2012-07-28 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not easy to get a good overview of who was present and where when they're all somewhat spread out, even if the space they're spread out over is technically limited. Therefore, besides the chance of just talking to others face to face, Elita had decided to check things out.

The cube in her hand, while certainly high-grade, was only filled to half, and not because she'd already drunk it in the short while she'd been wandering about the pavilion. No, it's been very deliberately filled to that amount, and she's only taken a small few sips as of yet.

The view from the platform was stunning, however, and she'd slowly been drawn to the edge, peering down and following the shimmering, sparkling cables and strings. It's enough to make one homesick, which was awkward when she technically was home, and she hasn't even spent too much time on Cybertron.

Just not the right version.
raceme: (Standing)

[personal profile] raceme 2012-07-28 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Jetfire?"

Who else it could be? It was an absurd question and Blurr knew it but he wanted to get his attention. The bigger mech looked just as uncomfortable here as Blurr.
angleofscience: (peer - THAT's a human?)

[personal profile] angleofscience 2012-07-28 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Gaze shifting from the faintly irridescent pink liquid and further down to Blurr, Jetfire nodded in greeting as well as confirmation, even if it would, yes, be obvious who he was. It wasn't as if there was any alternate around that looked exactly (or nearly) like him...

Or even anyone of a similar size. The closest one was Liege Maximo himself, and he was quite a bit taller.

"Blurr. I hope you, er... enjoying yourself?" It was probably just as well that he with Blurr's arrival was a bit too distracted to take any further sips of the energon.
kingofthetvworld: (✬ || Bear - GASP)

[personal profile] kingofthetvworld 2012-07-28 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Teddie's ears give a good twitch once he hears that he's being addressed. He turns, mouth stuffed with ice and syrup and his tongue pokes out a little to lick up any that might have gotten onto his face. When he speaks, his words are rather gargled thanks to all that junk in his mouth.

"You betcha, I--"

You know, Wing, you're much taller than you are on the screen. Teddie's eyes slowly start to travel up.

And up.

Whether or not his expression is one of awe or horror is anyone's guess, maybe it's a little bit of both. Regardless, once his gaze finally reaches Wing's, he gives a very loud 'GULP' and hangs his mouth open in a silent gasp. At least now his mouth isn't full anymore.

It seems like no matter what, he just can't seem to get over how much taller so many other folks are.
raceme: (Sense you make none)

[personal profile] raceme 2012-07-28 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, no, Jetfire sure was hard to miss. Blurr is starting to think that a drink wont' be all that much of a bad idea. He winced slightly.

"I'm not all that accustomed to this sort of .er...meetings sir I never had much time to attend social gatherings in the past nor I had many occasions to celebrate anything important and now I am at a lost of what to do AND perhaps it would be better if I leave already but the thing is this is my temple of residency so I can't really go anywhere."

It's hard to scape a party when said party is happening in your home.
raceme: (Smile - calmly pleased)

Oh god..let's say it is even if Blurr didn't notice yet, for the fun. :3

[personal profile] raceme 2012-07-28 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Blurr gives him a warm smile and takes the cube, relaxing marginally at the view of someone familiar.]

Much better now RATCHET is a great medic he also made sure I didn't leave the medbay until my energon levels were full again too. I'm sorry I caused you so much trouble I wanted to thank you for all the help I don't think I would have made it without your intervention when Starscream showed up.
raceme: (:>)

[personal profile] raceme 2012-07-28 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Look at that, is the tiny organic that was so impressed about meeting robots.

Blurr smiles slightly at her.

"Wing did a great job with all the preparation he wanted to make sure everyone had a place here and could have fun."
angleofscience: (no one else finds this strange?)

[personal profile] angleofscience 2012-07-28 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
A moment passes as he runs through what Blurr said and then shrugs, slowly tipping his cube this way and that.

"They can be somewhat awkward, yes, and some people simply do better in smaller gatherings..." he frowned slightly at Blurr's last statement, his expression slightly questioning. "Well, the temple is large, I'm sure you could leave if you wished?"

Gesturing around as he took a small sip, Jetfire frowned at the cube, wondering at the taste... But it was a long time ago since he'd had high-grade, so that was probably it.
raceme: (What was I saying...?)

[personal profile] raceme 2012-07-29 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
"I told Wing I would be there it would be rude to leave specially after all he did for me He risked his life to protect me from Starscream when I got hurt and lost my arm."

Blurr noticed the frown and gave him a questioning look. "It'ssomethingwrongsir?"
inferiordude: zibanitu6969 @ dA (HEY DUDE!)

[personal profile] inferiordude 2012-07-29 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
"The fun has arrived!"

Practically bursting into the party, Soundwave has his arms outstretched; one hand holds a keytar and the other is just held out, as if looking for a high-five.

"So what's the idea, dudes an' dudettes? We gonna rock, or are we gonna rock?"

He begins to strut over to a couple of boxes, hopping on top of them as he delicately cradles his keytar.

"We ready for this, you beautiful people?"
littlecrowgirl: (sparklesparkle)

[personal profile] littlecrowgirl 2012-07-29 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
Guess who hears that dramatic entrance? This girl. Kay immediately sees Soundwave and dashes towards him, arm stretched out to meet that high five up top.

"WE ARE GONNA ROCK!!"
littlecrowgirl: (so happy)

[personal profile] littlecrowgirl 2012-07-29 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
Kay turns to face the large bot, a bit in awe at her appearance. Because to her, you look like a giant form of a TV superhero back in her world. And she can't help but stare.

"Yeah! I mean...I haven't really been to too many parties, but this is by FAR the best one. I mean, there's robots everywhere!"

Okay, she has to say something.

"Are you the Pink Princess?"
vandalization: (Rig - Facing you)

[personal profile] vandalization 2012-07-29 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
She turns her head, slowly, in the middle of another sup of whiskey to find the blue robot standing over her.

"What? Me? I'm okay," A pause as she takes another drink, "You. You uh. Blurr, right?"

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