Shanodin
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Post by Shanodin on Feb 18, 2008 12:34:21 GMT -5
Botanica had turned politely toward toward the Emirate when he began his speech. She had no glass for toasting however; she had not thought to grab a glass before losing herself in thought, and the young one who had appointed himself waiter had not quite made his way to her location. Inwardly she berated herself for not thinking of that. She didn't want to come off as rude.
Still, she listens, to his speech and the young Prime's, smiling at their sentiments, even as she is struck again by how...worn Rodimus feels to her. She is pondering that when his last words penetrate, and she realizes that she is being called out- not just in acknowledgment, but to give a speech, if she's reading things correctly. Her expression stays mostly neutral, though her secondary hands clench at her sides. Of all the...why didn't they...she isn't...oh, frag it all backwards with a vibro-spade!
She carefully makes her way through the crowd, snagging a drink from the table as she passes. As Botanica steps next to Rodimus, she radios, //A little warning would have been nice, Prime.// Standing straight and tall (giving herself a height boost to help with visibility) she smiles at the crowd, then begins, and both her calm demeanor and careful articulation should clearly separate her from her half- mad, feral counterpart that their alternate reality guests know.
"Well said, Emirate, Prime. Talk about tough acts to follow!" she laughs, nodding at the two in turn, a reserved smile settling on her face. "Descendants and ancestors, drawn together, countless possibilities and outcomes. I come, I think, from the furthest along, perhaps; there are many faces I recognize from my history, figures that have taken on almost mythical significance," A sidelong glance at Rodimus here, "and familiar names to go with unfamiliar faces." Her gaze lingers on Rattrap a moment.
"It is heartening to know that we are enough alike in mindset, in dedication, that we can come together like this, despite differences in philosophy, or faith. You have made me feel very welcome here, and I thank you for allowing me the chance to extend that courtesy to another." She turns her gaze to Skyfire, raising her glass. "Welcome, Skyfire, welcome. I look forward to working with you, a sentiment I feel is echoed not only by your fellows in Em-Ess-Eee, but by the the entirety of this company."
"Welcome!" she says, and takes a long drink, then turns that even smile on Emirate Xaaron and the young Prime. She radios them both before gliding away:
//And if you ever put me on the spot like that again, I will overrun your quarters with Nettling Naga-weed!//
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Skyfire
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Post by Skyfire on Feb 20, 2008 3:32:11 GMT -5
Thread has timed out, so posting Skyfire now
Skyfire, cheerful, friendly guy that he is, drank along with each toast. There are advantages to having the immense fuel tanks of a starship--it takes a lot to fill them. Never try to drink a spaceship under the table; you don't want to know what the underside of the table looks like that bad.
"Thank you, Emirate Xaaron, Rodimus Prime, Botanica, everyone who showed up and those whose duties prevented them--someone save some of these fine libations for the exploration team when they get back. I'd hate to be the one to explain to our Swerve that he got short-changed on drinks after slogging through thousands of miles of sand, muck and grass." Skyfire grinned. "Maybe I can even deliver them."
"You've said many fine things about what the Autobots are about. But more than that, ever since my disastrous arrival on this world, you've shown by your actions what you're all about. Now that I've had the chance to work with some of you, I know there's more than fair words and smiling faces here--there's hearts and minds in good accord. The Decepticons gave me dissembling words and false smiles--and I knew I didn't fit in with them. I may get fine words and smiles here, and I may sometimes get rude words and surly looks, but you're my kind of people. Thank you for being here." Skyfire raises his glass in a toast. "To the Autobots!"
To Emirate Xaaron, he radioed, // Judging from all the surprised stares I got in the Decepticon camp at my plain white chest, I think there's supposed to be an emblem there. Also a large emblem on each wing for the benefit of those not in position to see my nose in flight. //
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Jazz
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Post by Jazz on Feb 20, 2008 14:27:18 GMT -5
"Evac? Hey! When did you get here?" Jazz must have missed the arrival in his studies. Darn those glyphs, and their fascinating and complex meanings... Hey. Two drinks in hand-- one gets offered upward to Evac. "Have a--"
Oh! Toasts! Time to knock 'em back, and hope that they don't knock you flat. Four in a row.... he'll have the opportunity to experiment with 'em more soon. Glee.
"Didja see Bumblebee yet?" Bright grin. Long time no see. "And where've you been? How was your group when you saw 'em last?" Same old Jazz. Vocal processor engaged and fully functional. Just like old times. Evac might remember this from any mission he's ever worked with the lieutenant. "And welcome to the party. Hope you brought your toothbrush."
... Jazz? Not everyone picked up earth lingo and customs. And most likely... no one will want to know where he picked up what a 'toothbrush' was.
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Evac
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Post by Evac on Feb 20, 2008 15:49:33 GMT -5
"Few days ago," Evac explains, after the toasts. "Just really getting settled in. But Bumblebee's here too?"
He goes on. "We're on Earth now. Prime put out a call to all the other Autobots across the universe that we'd have a home there now."
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Grimlock
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Post by Grimlock on Feb 20, 2008 20:53:02 GMT -5
My bad. Forgot that Slingshot posted out. Poke me next time! ;p
Oooh, speeches. And toasts! Grimlock breaks the conversation to take a spot where the drinks are.
Xaaron's long-winded.
Glug.
Rodimus is too. That's kinda different.
Glug.
Plant-lady talks a lot too...
Glug.
...and doesn't look too weird now. Grimlock wobbles faintly on his feet while Skyfire talks...and toasts again. Glug.
The difference between Grimlock and the others...is that Grimlock is doing these glasses like shots. 'Moderation' isn't in the Dinobot vocabulary, after all. Grabbing one more, he stumbles around and over to Skyfire again, grabbing his shoulder with his free hand. "Me Grimlock want to make toast, too!"
"Me...me Grimlock say it good we have 'bot like you..." he slurrs, poking Skyfire's blank chest with his finger. A few moments of mumbling, and he looks up at the shuttlebot, optics going a bit fuzzy. Not that Grimmy can't hold his liquor...just that so much in a short time isn't something he's used to. "Me Grimbock just want tell you me Himlock love you, man...me toast!" He raises the glass he has, and downs that one, too, soon dropping it.
Another wobble, and he loses his grip. He stumbles forward first, then backward. And...back to the edge of the building, he loses his balance and goes over the edge, crashing into the ground below with a sizeable indention. A few beats pass, and he gets up, clumps of dirt falling off of him as he broadcasts over a local channel - //Me Grimlock okay!//
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Feb 22, 2008 9:59:14 GMT -5
Rodimus Prime needs to have a little more self-confidence. He actually remembered the Maximals! So good of him to cover Emirate Xaaron's faux pas. He can't help but keep thinking of them as semi-squishy Micromasters. Emirate Xaaron procures himself another drink. He doesn't knock it all the way back after Rodimus Prime's speech, however. Each Transformer has a specific tolerance limit. Emirate Xaaron is somewhat unfortunate in that he's never been buzzed. There's just some magic number of drinks where he goes from sober to passed out. He has a pretty good idea what that number is from past experience, but given that he doesn't want to end up laid out on the floor, he's going to be more careful in his toasting now. Two cheers, three cheers...
Emirate Xaaron replies to Botanica, sounding rather amused, //Oh, that does sound dire, doesn't it? But botany was never my strong suit. You'd have to give me a refresher course, my dear, before I could really appreciate the severity of the problem.// He voice turns a bit more serious, //But it was for a good cause, if the Prime hasn't explained it to you yet.//
Four cheers, as even Skyfire does a speech! My, but it's like these people read the script. Emirate Xaaron can't help but grin. Five cheers – and Grimlock falls off the roof. The 'Me Grimlock okay!' is reassuring, but Emirate Xaaron still paces over to the edge of the roof, an optical ridge raised, just to be sure that Grimlock really is. Emirate Xaaron remarks wryly over the low-powered common band, //You are, but it looks like the sidewalk isn't.//
//Lovely speeches, everyone.// Now, where is that Minibot that is supposed to be able to paint? "Skyblast! To complete the Rite of the Autobrand, Skyfire actually needs an Autobrand. If you would, please?"
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Nimbus Tsura
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Feb 23, 2008 17:04:52 GMT -5
Skyblast is on the scene! He stares up at Skyblast and then over at the tables with the paints. He raises a hand to his chin thoughtfully and muses aloud, "So where do you want your symbol or symbols? And what size? And you want it red, right?" Given that the paints are pretty much all red, with a bit of black and white for detailing, he's guessing that he doesn't get to go crazy with Impressionism here.
He looks at Skyfire up - and up and up - and down. Finally, he declares, "Either way, I'm probably going to be climbing on you. Hope you don't mind."
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Nightbeat
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Post by Nightbeat on Feb 23, 2008 21:08:02 GMT -5
And here, not saying anything, is Nightbeat standing at the back of the room. He's got enough respect for tradition (such as the finely honed detective tradition of getting drunk out of his mind) not to interrupt the Rite, but soon as the final lines are painted...
Well, let's just say he's got a story to tell.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Feb 24, 2008 0:49:22 GMT -5
//So noted, Botanica,// the Prime answers the plant cheerfully enough. //You'll have to tell me what those are sometime.//
It's all Rodimus can do to hide his grin when Skyfire speaks, then offers another toast, and Rodimus drinks appropriately. He doesn't even bother to hide the grin when even Grimlock gets into the act, and he even allows himself a quick, boyish laugh. When Grimlock falls off the roof but offers his assurance that he's all right, Rodimus, who had been standing Emirate Xaaron, anyway, looks over the side and shouts down, "Glad to hear it, Grimlock! But the party's up here!"
He turns towards Skyblast and tells him, "I think we've got something to stand on tucked under the table," and then Prime, who's stood through quite enough speeches and official pleasantries, scans the crowd. The painting of the Autobrand is well in hand, he's faintly buzzed... and would one little dance with Arcee really be too much to ask?
It's while scanning the crowd that Rodimus spies Nightbeat, and what's more, he spies the expression on Nightbeat's face. Rodimus's smile fades faintly, and his expression becomes concerned for a moment. Still, until Nightbeat actually says something, this is a party, and these people need to unwind. The Prime smiles once more, and goes back to looking for a dance partner.
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Post by Makeshift on Feb 24, 2008 4:03:42 GMT -5
It had taken Makeshift a while to figure out exactly what a "party" is supposed to be. Mini-cons, on the whole, didn't have a very cheery existence, so social gatherings largely for the sake of a social gathering are new to him. Of course, it had also taken him a while to find a small enough cup that he could actually hold.
So, naturally, his arrival is a bit late. He raises his cup with the others at the speeches, idly wondering what a "toast" is. It has to have another meaning than he's familiar with, since there doesn't seem to be anything on fire. At least, not yet, if Grimlock's antics were an indication of things to come.
With a quick assist from his leg boosters, Makeshift hops onto the drinks table for a refill. While doing so, he can't help but wonder aloud to himself, "So the purpose of a 'party' is to imbibe high-grade fuel, make speeches, and fall off buildings? I must be missing something here....." The falling part certainly doesn't sound like a great time to him.
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Shanodin
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Post by Shanodin on Feb 24, 2008 11:17:33 GMT -5
Botanica made a point of stopping off at the refreshment table after her impromptu speech, then began working her way back to the out fringes of the crowd. A good thing that, since she had to pause not once but twice for additional toasts.
Oh for the love of....there was a Grimlock in her history, most definitely, but she doesn't recall the archives saying anything about him being this...well, silly. With a sigh and a shake of her head, she continues on.
Ah, there is Perceptor. They haven't had their daily check-in session. Of course, now isn't exactly the best time, with both of them indulging in drinks with a bit more kick. And he is talking to that other Emirate. And Rattrap. Bugger.
She stops within hailing distance of that group, taking a sip of her drink while she scans the crowd, looking for a perhaps less volatile group to join.
Botanica is out of the main thread. Cross-posted to Perceptor Meanders.
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Skyfire
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Post by Skyfire on Feb 24, 2008 14:29:16 GMT -5
Of course Skyfire made a speech--He's the guest of honor! He was a bit startled by the giant robo-reptile leaning all over him and making vows of passion. "Er, thank you!"
Skyfire winced as Grimlock fell off the roof and peered over the side. Grimlock's reassurance that he was okay didn't quite convince him, but the nonchalant attitude of Rodimus Prime and Emirate Xaaron did. Obviously Grimlock was very tough indeed, as well as strong enough to stop a badly-landing shuttle in its slide.
Skyfire looked at Skyblast. Ah, here was an important question! "That big blank area on my chest between my canopy and my chin needs an emblem. Too many people on both sides keep glancing there like there's supposed to be an emblem there. I'd also like some large, clearly visible-in-flight emblems on the upper surfaces of my wings. Red, of course; I'll leave the proportions of the emblems to your artistic judgment, but keep in mind the primary purpose is clear identification."
He held out an arm for Skyblast to stand on. "This help?"
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Jazz
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Post by Jazz on Feb 24, 2008 20:26:18 GMT -5
"Yeah--he's here. From earlier than me, though." Who needs a toast to be drinking? Not Jazz. And that's precisely what he's doing right now. "So, Optimus was serious 'bout us makin' it a new home. Nice place-- think you'll have fun, when we get back there."
And the big ol' Grimlock falls over the edge.
Jazz is one to follow a crowd, so he hops over to the edge, and perches on the ledge for a moment to peer down at the guy. He said he was all right, but that sidewalk has gotta be hard on the paint. Glad he's not going to fall. Not drinking enough for that. The dinobot is fine, so it does bring a chuckle.
But serious stuff is at hand. Autobranding. With red-- on his chest? Jazz just watches for the moment, since conversation might be superfluous to the actual deed. Though it is like painting a target on the already large white chest...
"Hey Evac. You remember joinin' up? Ever think you'd end up in a place like this?" Talking too tempting.
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Evac
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Post by Evac on Feb 24, 2008 20:32:52 GMT -5
Evac nods. "Not in a million years," he replies. "Seen plenty of weird stuff out there, but nothing like this place."
He chuckles as he watches Grimlock go over the edge. "And definitely nothing like some of these people. Wish we'd had a bruiser like him on our side."
And back to the original point, "The Allspark brought more than a few machines to life, from what Prime and the others told me. Few of them hooked up with us, but we didn't do anything fancy like this."
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Arcee
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Post by Arcee on Feb 24, 2008 20:34:40 GMT -5
Arcee approaches Rodimus Prime once she's sees that he's wandering about. "That was a good speech, Roddy."
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