Wedge
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NOT a reckless teen-bot
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Post by Wedge on Aug 24, 2009 22:15:47 GMT -5
Well, Perceptor did send the message out to everyone.
Wedge pokes his head through the doorway and pauses to take in the scene. Huh, everyone's just standing around drinking. The action doesn't seem that exciting, but the stuff that Perceptor's made is definitely catching. Confidently, the Buildbot strides into the room and stands in front of a collection of drinks.
Um...where to start?
Wedge tries hides whatever eager nervousness he has and tries to seem casual as he looks up and grins at Skyfire. "Anything you'd suggest?" Haha, yes!
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Oracle
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The future is always in motion.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 24, 2009 22:16:59 GMT -5
Moving further into the room and over to the table, Oracle pokes around a bit and hopefully selects something from the lighter end of the selection. Well she hopes that's what the darkish red drink is, if not later on might be interesting.
Looking up she grins as she responds to Tracks' comment. "Hopefully trying to sample all of it is a group endeavor, or we have be scraping someone off the floor plating tomorrow." Looking around she decides this is a good enough place to stop, and wanders over to more properly join him and Perceptor. "I do believe you've somewhat outdone yourself here Perceptor."
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Post by Jasper Stoneham on Aug 24, 2009 22:47:43 GMT -5
Skyfire won't be the biggest thing in the room for much longer. He'll have competiton. Or company.
Jetfire has really only just been given clearance to run about the ship unescorted. Not every day that a Decepticon defector - or so he claims - drops in on one, after all. As such, he hasn't really had much of a chance to meet too many of his new comrades in arms, nor they him. This "taste test" thing sounds like the perfect time.
Besides, he just has to see this for himself. All that energon that is. He just can't imagine seeing so much of it gathered in one spot so... casually, after all. And casually is exactly it as the hulking black collection of knives and rust shuffles through the doorway. Grampa Blackbird is in the house.
And staring at the arrayed libations with a slack-jawed look of... awe. They really weren't kidding. Energon. So much of it. So bloody much of it, and easy to make for these extra-dimensional transformers! Or so they seemed to claim, that is.
Imagine what his own Cybertron could do with that kind of ability? With the Allspark gone - still having a hard time wrapping the old processor around that bloody mess, too - how will they survive without energon? How indeed.
"Bollocks. 'S a bloody big mess of hope right here," he rumbles to himself, shuffling in and subconsciously straightening up from his customary stoop just a bit more.
Now, now Skyfire has size-approximate company. And there is also now a rather large, hard to ignore, solid black mech with red optics wandering on in like he belongs. Those with particularly sharp sight and an attention to detail may note broken white markings on him that seem to possibly be a Decepticon symbol if one were to assemble them all together correctly.
He really should do something about that damn sigil he keeps forgetting he's even still wearing.
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Post by Mirage on Aug 25, 2009 11:19:43 GMT -5
But Mirage isn't really flirting yet! The aristocrat is just in his element. A party is a party, even if most of the attendees are lowborn commoners.
Though Mirage is starting to understand that one's station in life is not indicative of one's worth or personality. But only just.
He echos Skid-Z's cheer, albeit quietly, and takes a sip of his own drink. Pleasant, a bit sweeter than he likes, but not overtly so. Not too strong, with a subtle smokiness on finish...yes, a passable attempt, he'd say.
Mirage lifts a hand to wave at Tracks as the Corvette enters. Mirage's smile deepens; he will have to spend time with Tracks a bit later in the evening. Their paths have not crossed nearly often enough of late.
But speaking of crossed paths, Mirage currently has a flame-colored Prime before him, one who the spy has determined he would like to know better. Just because Rodimus prefers pink cars and blue speedsters, doesn't mean Mirage can't test the waters, does it?
Now, he just needs to wait for Rodimus to reply. Mirage doesn't want to seem pushy, after all.
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Shanodin
Major
The Chamberlain, Her Chivalrous Immensity, Lady Botanica. The Unyielding Vanquisher of Weed Killer
This is NOT her field of dreams
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Post by Shanodin on Aug 25, 2009 12:36:49 GMT -5
Botanica greets the arrivals in turn, with smile, or nod, or quite hail, depending. She then chooses a cube from among those assembled, a bluish-purple vintage with a decidedly floral aroma.
She quirks a brow at Perceptor. At least now she knows why the scientist was so interested in the proper extraction of herbal and floral compounds. Though she, like Rodimus, must confess to some inner reservation about wasting fuel in such a manner. For it is not really so easy to produce, and eventually, they will run out of even the raw materials needed.
Plus, she comes from a much more frugal reality set.
But lo, there is a very large and pointy new mech in the room. This must be the new Jetfire.
"Hello," she says, lightly accented voice pitched to carry. She uses her vines to boost herself up a bit. "I am Botanica. Would you like me to introduce you around?"
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Nimbus Tsura
Major
Secretary to Mr. Breakaway
Sky-Painter Extraordinaire
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 25, 2009 13:14:12 GMT -5
The only mystery here is why Skyblast didn't arrive sooner!
Drinks, company... just need some flaming rings of fire in the air to fly through, and this would be perfect!
But a man can't have it all.
He rubs his chins, taking in the current dynamics. Looks like Mirage is already on the hunt. Better not get in his way. That would be terribly rude. Better avoid Rodimus Prime, too. Looks like he's Mirage's current mark.
But there are lots of other people here!
Skyblast pops off a bright, "Hello!" in the general direction of Skid-Z and another, "Hello!" at Tracks. He waves to Oracle, because she's his roommate, and he really should at least wave.
Then, he sidles over to Perceptor, stands up on tip-toes, and chirps, "And thank you, maestro!"
Finally, Skyblast scampers off to grab something pink and fizzy. And oh, there's Jetfire over there!
Party!
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Post by Makeshift on Aug 25, 2009 13:58:23 GMT -5
Despite being someone who has no problem just being generically useful in the background (really, it's right in his bio), Makeshift has made his way to the party. Not that anyone will see him unless they look up. He's made a habit of flying in the ship whenever possible, if only to avoid being a tripping hazard (there now being TWO bots smaller than him aboard the Event Horizon notwithstanding).
After a moment of consideration, Makeshift transforms and lands next to a cube of a light reddish mix. Fortunately, the Mini-con still has his cup from the last party, so his lack of hands is not an issue; he simply dips the cup into the cube. Sipping through his mouthplate, he looks around the room, curious to learn about some of the new faces and debating who to go pester for a shoulder ride first.
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Skid-Z
Minor
'Not obsessed; possessed! There is a difference, you know.'
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Post by Skid-Z on Aug 25, 2009 14:55:59 GMT -5
The drink slams right to his burners, heating his tank most, most pleasantly. That, along with the arrival of others and their greetings cause him to smile widely, posture radiating a welcoming ‘glow’ as his optics turn a bright white.
“Hello Wedge! Great to see you! Welcome Makeshift! Ah, hello Skyblast!” speaking of which, he turns to the two mechs with him “Ah! Rodimus Prime Sir, comrade Mirage, please excuse me, I’ve been meaning to talk to our dear skypainter, and now that he’s here….!”
Quick, hyper and excited racer smiles keenly.
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Post by Jasper Stoneham on Aug 25, 2009 17:10:58 GMT -5
Jetfire hasn't quite gotten over his gogglement at the sheer... apathy that the energon arouses in everyone. It isn't the quantity; he's seen the results of the Harvester at work. he's seen vast quantities of energon before, but always as a guarded, precious resource. Never just casually sitting around for the taking.
And then Botanica pops up practically under his nose. He's seen some odd transformers in his day, but this is a new one, even for him. She's all... viney and odd, he notes as he stoops way down to peer at her. "Hullo there... err... Botanica. Never quite seen your build before," he observes, free hand scratching at his "whiskers" thoughtfully as he hilts his head this way and that. He's not trying to be rude, honest. He just lacks a censor. It rusted away.
"Very new, very new, all of this. New universe, new mechanoids, huge ship, energon... The energon! So hard to believe that it's so bloody easy for you to make here! Tossing it back like coolant! And flavors! It comes in flavors! What will they think of next?!"
He stops winding up suddenly, and offers her his free hand to step up onto, if she wishes. "Oh. Aye. Introductions. I would appreciate that. So many new names, new faces. That would be nice. Thank you. Name's Jetfire."
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Post by Perceptor on Aug 25, 2009 17:30:22 GMT -5
Perceptor basks in the praise and thanks, not for itself, but because of the good cheer exhibited by those who have arrived thus far. Although getting a bit of positive feedback is rather nice now and then! So is seeing so many actually coming to relax, unwind, and sample his provender.
"You're welcome, you're welcome," he answers to those who have greeted him or thanked him, fishing his favorite mug out of subspace - obviously it was a beaker once, and still has the graduated measurement markings upon it, with a mug handle added in sturdy, laboratory grade glassware - to dip into one selection of deep, rich blue with curious gold flecking floating about in it. He likes this one. It's spicy with a bit of a kick and a clarifying, almost minty finish that doesn't cling to the pallette. Cobalt and gold with a faint uranium tingle. The Swerve from his reality would have appreciated it, he thinks.
Speaking of which...
// Swerve? // he radios privately. he's not giving up on trying to befriend the acerbic engineer. Besides, he still owes Swerve a bit of an apology for jumping on him during Springer's repairs back on Gillanan. // Would you care to join us? I'm certain that there must be a blend here that would appeal to you? It is said that a change is as good as a vacation, and all, and... well... I wished to extend a more concrete apology for my conduct during Springer's repairs those weeks ago. //
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Post by Clipper on Aug 25, 2009 17:42:06 GMT -5
Clipper has never really been to a big party before. Nothing more extravagant than a few of her or Holi's friends sharing a meal and a movie. Though, occassionally, she would take a lonely night off and go dancing, just to get her immediate thoughts off of worrying about Holi.
She certainly has never seen quite this much variety of snacks before! There's so much here, as she slips into the forward lounge - and the sight of space has finally ceased making her nervous. She barely gives the screens and windows a glance as she sidles up toward one likely looking stack of cubes. Large cubes, unfortunately.
Thankfully, though, Holi had helped her track down a mug sized for her hands, probably from Perceptor, since it appeared to be the same sort of laboratory grade glass as the one he is using. Hers simply lacks all the markings that make it quite so obvious.
Clipper has to stand on tip-toe to reach her mug into the brightly glowing, lurid purple liquid. It hums in her mug, and she giggles as it bubbles under her nose, tickling her. She's never seen energon like this before! She's never tasted anything like it before, either, gasping a little as she chances her first sip. It burns a little, but in a good way, and that hum travels all the way down into her tanks, making her giggle again. It's sweet, burning and sweet with a little astringent nip when it first hits her sensors.
She likes this energon! It's tasty, and it makes her head a little bubbly as it fizzes just a little! Holi should definitely try this!
// Holi! Come have some energon! There's so much! //
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Post by Kup on Aug 25, 2009 18:40:11 GMT -5
Kup enters - practically stomps in, and, without acknowledging anyone, heads straight for the drinks. Outside of his duties, dealing with occasional new arrivals and such, he's been generally inaccessible since the arrival of the dead version of him, and when he has been around, he's been unpleasant company. He's been able to hide it half-decently during his watches and when he must, but as soon as the job's done, it's been right back to brooding.
As soon as Kup reaches the drinks he grabs the first... whatever they're using to drink from, fills it, and downs the entire... cube? Bowl? Something... without a word to the others.
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Nimbus Tsura
Major
Secretary to Mr. Breakaway
Sky-Painter Extraordinaire
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Aug 25, 2009 19:13:23 GMT -5
Ping!
And Skyblast has a reply.
He looks over and up at Skid-Z. Skyblast sips his pinky fizzy energon, smiling slightly, though he doesn't look overeager. For all he knows, Skid-Z just wants Skyblast to wallpaper his room (though Skyblast would be happy to do that, too).
Skyblast looks over Skid-Z, taking in his design and colours, and he asks, appearing politely interested, "How have you been doing?" People like it when you ask them questions about themselves!
Hmm, Kup over there sure looks like a gloombird. Hmm.
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Skyfire
Major
I'm a scientist, not a....
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Post by Skyfire on Aug 25, 2009 20:41:16 GMT -5
Skyfire glances down at Wedge. "I've just gotten started--one sample is hardly enough to make a recommendation, though I do like this Golden Fizz." That the drink coincidentally resembles very closely the signature drink of a certain flyer's bar in Upper Polyhex might have something to do with his sudden fondness for the brew.
His head turns as the larger Jetfire arrives. Blue optics flicker slightly; if this Jetfire is an alternate of himself, he's certainly an odd one. Skyfire reaches over and picks up another cube of Golden Fizz before hesitantly stepping forward.
"Hello, Botanica, Jetfire. I am Skyfire, scientist and deep space explorer," he says, offering Jetfire the other cube with a smile. "Welcome to the Autobots!"
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Aug 25, 2009 22:03:57 GMT -5
Uh-oh! Mirage hasn't gone away! And he's still paying attention to Rodimus! In fact, he seems to expect an answer of some sort from the Prime. But... Rodimus thought he was being rhetorical?
It takes a moment, but Prime manages to reach into his past and pull out a confident quirk of a grin. "I don't look to have been left alone for very long," he answers, tone smoother and more confident than he feels.
Okay, okay, what's next? Can't be too encouraging, but it's Rodimus's nature to be friendly, even personable.
Small talk!
"So, keeping yourself busy out here in the void?" Rodimus asks Mirage.
OOC: Spinning off into Daring the Flame.
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