re_alignment | [VIDEO] [Origin: Vector Prime's Temple] Let's do some merry-making!

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[VIDEO] [Origin: Vector Prime's Temple] Let's do some merry-making!

[The bright countenance of the white flier some of you recognize as Wing appears on the vid comm, his face cheery.]

Greetings Vectorians and other fellow residents of Haven!

I'd like to extend an open invitation to a social gathering. I know many of us at Vector Prime's tower have not had much chance to get to know each other, and we have recent additions in the form of Drift and any new members joining us from the recent group of Refugees. [Wing would love to meet you, come and say Hi!] The Red Rust virus has also been cured which is even more cause for thanks. [Kudos to Pharma.]

So please come join us in celebration! [He's practically beaming here. Uhh, sorry if you have spots in your eyes now.]

All peaceful participants are welcome, you need not be one of Vector's Marked to attend. [Non-peaceful participants might run the risk of finding themselves discovering how far down it is to the force field at the bottom of the gorge in which the temple is located. Just sayin'. Crash at your own risk.]

[Now he looks serious, like he's getting down to the real nitty-gritty.]

Okay. As you can imagine, our sources of entertainment here are limited. If you have any particular talents for performance you'd like to grace us with or other resources--like music or games--that could aid us then such contributions would be quite welcome! Some refreshments will be served.

Ah, let's see, what else... RSVP is not required but encouraged, especially if you plan to bring any contribution of food, beverage or entertainment. Hmm, for those who aren't consumers of energon, please let me know your needs/preferences, and hopefully we can work together to see them met?

That's it for now, thanks and good day!

[Looks like there's a data packet attached, with date, time and location included. (LOG HERE)]

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"No. Not at all," She gives a soft snort.

"Just not used to being uh..." What's a good word for it?

"You're just really nice. I appreciate it."

A lot of mechs would disagree, strenuously, on the 'nice'.

"I just know what it's like not to feel safe." In the gutters, day after day, when you couldn't even tell day from night, always on edge, waiting for the next disaster.

Of all the times to suddenly want to start crying.

Because as long as she's not thinking about her own weakness it's been okay. Being around people three times your size or more and made out of metal has a certain way of making you feel helpless if you let it sink in.

She leans back in her seat and draws her knees up to her chest, tightening her resolve.

"Thanks, though. I mean it. It's... a pretty underrated feeling."

"Not to those who have felt it." He knows. He won't forget.

"Look. I don't know what happened, how you got hurt. But you're here now and I want to help."

She covers her mouth with one gloved hand.

Christ he's just. He's like someone out of a book. White knight. Except he's a fucking robot car.

"God, Drift. Just. Shhh. You're embarrassing, seriously. Just drive, you dork."

It's her odd way of saying thanks. She just can't really fathom someone that nice, and it makes her eyes and face burn.

Drift doesn't get her reaction. Is that good? Is that bad?

"Just...remember that, all right?"

But she is distressed, so he doesn't want to push it. "So, what are you looking forward to at this party?" That was safe, right?

God she doesn't deserve someone like this as a friend. She suddenly feels vaguely disgusted with herself.

"Yeah, yeah. It works both ways..."

She squirms faintly in the seat, staring out the window.

"Drinking until I can't feel feelings anymore."

Well. That's a fair answer.

"Meeting more of you cybertronians, too." Nice recovery.

"I'll remember that." The smile, he hopes carries in his voice.

"You know that doesn't work for very long." He's not questioning her right to do it, though.

"You will. You'll like Wing, too."

"Yeah. I know," She admits, worn down by his blinding patience. It's sad that she can't remember the last time someone treated her so well.

Tyler maybe, but everything he was had turned out to be a lie. Maybe she did trust too easily, but that stupid childish part of her has absolute faith in these robots.

"I've met Wing. He's nice. Kind of intimidating, though. I mean not in a bad way. He's just very..."

She searches for a good word.

"Charismatic."

"Just don't do anything that's going to get Ratchet involved." He has no right to judge anyone for their past or how they cope with it. But a little common sense couldn't hurt. "And if anyone messes with you, let me know."

"Don't let the charm fool you. He can be hard when he needs to be."

"I won't I promise," She's not that stupid, "Come on, Drift. I'm twenty-seven, and you're not a babysitter. But I appreciate it."

It's nice all the same to know the giant robot samurai has her back. But she doesn't intend to write checks that he'd have to cash.

What he says next distracts her entirely though, and she snorts.

"That's what she said."

"Sorry. Just, you know, I know how it can go." Oh yes, he does.

..."What? Who's she?"

"It's- ah. Right. Robots."

How does she even explain this?

"It's a phrase people use to point out a possible souble-meaning of a statement that could carry possible sexual connotations."

Wow way to kill it. That sounded horrendously clinical.

"It was a joke."

Ohhhhh yeah.

"...I...but...what?" He thinks back over what he says. How did that have a...

Oh.

She probably sees the klik it hits him. "I-I didn't mean...it's not what you think!"

She stifles a laugh for the sake of her injuries and lets her lips curl up into a grin.

"Oh? Is it not?"

A bit more teasing couldn't hurt.

"He...he's way above me. It couldn't, you know, happen."

Plus that whole matter of getting Wing killed. Kinda redefines 'bad romance'.

"He sure does spend a lot of energy thinking about you."

That much she could tell. The way Wing had told her it was 'complicated' almost had her laughing just at the sheer similarities they had to humans.

"So wait, you don't deny it though."

"H-he does?" A hopeful flare in his optics.

"Deny....what?" This is Drift playing clueless. You are convinced, yes?

"Yeah. S'pretty much much all he talks about."

These two are ridiculous. Seriously, she doesn't have to be really sharp to pick up on something there.

"You know. Having a thing."

"Really?" Wow that's a little, yeah. He might sort of glow for a klik.

"I...uh. I admire Wing. Yes." That's it. Admire. Because honestly he doesn't know another word to use. "A lot."

"Yep. Like every conversation we've has has been partially about you. S'telling enough, right?"

She snorts, barely contained mirth.

"Yeah, so are you two going to date or something, then?"

"...he might be homesick. I'm the only thing he's ever seen before." Right? He's trying so hard not to get his hopes up.

"_{I don't know how to do that}."

"I don't think he's homesick," Vandal states flatly, as if there's no doubt in her mind, "Not like that, anyways."

There's a pause and she smiles.

"Yeah, neither do I."

The few 'relationships' she'd had in high school and college had never gone too well. Never ending in dramatic break-ups, but always growing distant.

Drift wants to believe her, but then again, he doesn't want to get his hopes up. "But...he could do better." You know, the guy that got him killed? Yeah, Wing could do better.

"I don't want to ruin things."

"Yeah well it's not a matter of 'doing better' sometimes, Drift. It's a matter of who you like."

Have an absent shrug.

"I guess it's a matter of what you value more. What you have now or what you could possibly have."

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