[Wing has been busy of late. There's been a lot going on but he realized recently that soon its going to be a year since he and the others of the First Wave had arrived. He's had this idea percolating in his processor for months now, but it seems like maybe this is the perfect time. An anniversary of sorts to celebrate new beginnings.]

So I was thinking. Once we get the memorial done, I'd like to do something really uplifting, something to bring us all together. Joy can exist in this place but sometimes we have to make it ourselves.

We've had parties before--I threw one myself--but I want to do something different. So I'm proposing a sporting festival, like a carnival of different games we can all compete in for fun. [Preferably something safer than Frenzy's recent example of boredom.]

Things like racing and marksmanship and feats of strength, whatever we think is fun and have the resources for. I also want to hold an air show, I hope there's some other fliers out there willing to choreograph and put on exhibitions?

I can't do it all myself though. Drift's agreed to handle one of the longer races, I can take care of the air show and scheduling in general, but if we want more games and activities I need help.

Is anyone interested?

[Wing is probably biting off more than he can chew again but this. This is important. He wants to give people something fun to do if they're so inclined, and a healthy way to compete and get out aggression that isn't fighting. Plus he has a special message of his own he wants to convey, one that is far past due in his mind.]


((ooc: An OOC plotting post will go up to accompany this soon is up for this. I've sorted out the general setup but I want it to be open for people to OOC and IC organize their own games/activities/events within the Haven Games.))

[Skids is driving, the camera showing rocks and dust flying as he whisks by. The terrain seems smoother here, and as he's cruising along he passes by a little red flag...then another. Then another. Coordinate marks tick off across the screen as he goes.]

This is a little announcement to declare two things, so if you like good news listen up.

First of all...I'd like you all to welcome 4 to the Law Committee. He filled out the form, it checked out. If anyone wants to vote him off, take it up with Black Arachnia. Or Miko.

[It's pretty handy, having someone to delegate to.]

Second of all...

[And now is one of his favorite times--showing off. Without slowing down he transforms, leaping off the ground in mid-transformation and rolling forward. The camera is a mess of dizziness for a moment before a solid object slams down in front of it--a thin, slender rod....
topped with a red flag.]

Today marks the day the last road in the haven is plotted.

[He stands, dusting off his hands, looking a little too pleased with himself.]

Now, I'm not in the Law group, but if I catch anyone pulling flags out over the next few lunar cycles until the roads are in? [His face gets reaaaally close to the camera--is that a green tint in his optics? It wasn't there before.] Then I'm going to hunt you down, and shove them in places only your maker has seen. Got it?

Good.

[A moment later he's back in vehicle mode, zooming along as if that display of aggression wasn't completely unusual for him.]

[Sadly, he doesn't make it much further before his engine starts sputtering.]

PERCEPTOR. SEND MORE OF YOUR ENERGON TO MY COORDINATES, NOW.

[Someone has been taking a little too much of that Synth En.]