re_alignment | [Voice] PSA and a Plan

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[Voice] PSA and a Plan

Hey uh guys? Those "explosives" that Prism asshole was talking about?

All a fake. I opened Drift up and took a look and it turned out he was bluffing. I hope that's worth a little peace of mind or... whatever. From what I could see, it's just like a tag. Nothing intrusive. I couldn't remove it, but it's not dangerous.

On that note:

Teddie and I were kind of talking about having a party of sorts. Like kind of a karaoke-movie-drink-yourself-dumb extravaganza. I was thinking maybe when Casa De Vandal is finished I could host it there? I still have to fix everything, but I have most of the equipment.

Thoughts? Ideas? Can I get a 'Hell yeah'?

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[And that smile spreading over Vandals' face? Is worth every minute of this.]

[He remains patiently still as she ascends, unsurprised that she'd pick the highest perch.]

Hold tight.

[Then he rises with ease, making sure to keep his chassis mostly upright, his wingpanels shifting for balance.]

Destination requests, milady?

[Really, you probably shouldn't ask where he's getting this kind of talk from.]

[It's a good thing she's sitting up by his head because he can't see how red she turns. Not that he could really fully understand what that means, but just in case...]

Hmmm. Wherever you like best. I've only ever been to Vector and Solus' temples, so maybe somewhere new?

There's a lake near Alpha Trion's that is rather pretty...

[He picks that direction, which will eventually take them out of the Junk Pile and into prettier surroundings, should they walk that for long.]

So what were you saying about a party earlier?

Sounds nice. Is it like... a lake with real water?

[Because that sounds great, actually.]

Oh yeah. Just thinking about throwing a shin-dig. A hootenanny if you will. A lot of hoot. Just a little bit of nanny? More like an excuse to get a bunch pf robots drunk and watch movies.

It is actually. And it's fairly warm, as I recall. Hopefully you prefer it that way?

[There's a gentle sway as he walks, natural hydraulics and stabilizers working harder to smooth out his gait. His plating is warm, the shoulder nacelle putting off a comforting heat and soft hum.]

[He chuckles.] Vandal, I learn new variations of human speech from you every time we talk. You'll have to fill me on what 'PF' means though... [Seriously, that could stand for a lot of things and he hopes "Personal Foul" isn't one of them.]

As it stands though it sounds like a lot of fun! _{Maybe I can actually drink more than a little at this one...} I'd love to attend, if you need any help, let me know?

Yeah. I've never seen a real lake before. Only in pictures.

[That's nice. Warm. She can feel the static buzz of his energy field. It doesn't do much for a human other than make her hair a bit frizzy.]

Actually, being able to transport a whole bunch of that energy stuff you guys like so much over to my place would be open for help...

Really? I thought they had them on Earth?

[He climbs one of the larger mounds of junk to where they have a decent view of the Junk Pile, the rolling hills of Alpha Trion's quadrant stretching out beyond it.]

Energon? You mentioned 'drunk robots' so I assume you mean high grade yes?

Oh, I've never been to Earth? This is the first planet I've ever been on, actually. I was born on a colony ship to Borealis. So this has actually kind of been really incredible. Giant goofy robots aside.

[She taps her hand on his helm, her tone teasing.]

Yes, that exactly.

Oh really? [He pauses a moment, it's a strange thing to him, given that new Cybertronians had to be born on Cybertron.] I...never thought of that but it makes absolute sense for your race.

So all this wide open space doesn't seem strange to you? Natural gravity and air?

[His head tilts until the corner of a bright gold optic comes into view, squinty thanks to his grin.]

Oh course giant goofy robots are totally normal.

I'll see what I can do about the high grade, but Vector provided it last time. We may need to ask him again. How many do you think will attend?

Yeah. S'kind of why I like old stuff so much. Stuff that actually came from Earth.

It does. But I haven't really had much time to take it all in. When I do it's just... overwhelming. Kind of scary.

[She laughs, catching his gaze.]

Of course they are! Shit, I don't know where you guys were all my life.

Hmm, sounds good. Not sure, as many as I can get. It was an open invite. probably not as many as your party.

[Hmm. She experimentally slips a hand behind one of his helm flares into a hard-to-reach spot and scratches there idly. It works on Drift, why not his his boyfriend?]

I can certainly understand that. [Being a collector of stuff himself, old or not.]

I can relate, to a certain degree. Though I began life on Cybertron I spent that last few centuries on a remote colony world in a city hidden underground. Probably bigger than a starship but still just as isolated and enclosed.

[Wing joins her in laughter; it's a touch infectious and after the earlier pall, a welcome sound.]

It was destined to be, obviously! Sorry it took us long though. [His optics squints in what might be a wink. It's hard to tell, given you can only see half his face.]

Have you put in a request to Vector yet?

There were...a surprising number of people at that party. I think it just goes to show how much people need the commraderire and joy that coming together socially can bring.

[Wing's a little surprised at the gesture, but it's not unwelcome. Vandal's hands are small and delicate, warm on the interlocking plating. He tips his head so it's easier for her to reach, a soft chirr under his breath, the note echoed by the pitch of his nacelles.]

Oh? Why did you leave?

[Hearing only positive response, she settles and continues scratching.]

Yeah, I think I can forgive everyone's tardiness just this once.

And no, I haven't yet. It's kind of intimidating to talk to those guys.

[There's a shift and her hand works it's way down to his jaw and chin.]

Yeah. I wasn't really a social person before this. But I guess my desire to hang out with a bunch of drunk, giant metal guys overrides my social ineptitude.

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Leave Cybertron? [He sobers for a moment.] The civil war. It had taken over the planet by then. My order was trying to keep neutrals safe, save the noncombatants but...there was nowhere left that was safe. So we took as many as we could and left.

[It's pretty impossible to keep up the grim overtone with all the attention he's getting though.]

We'll try to be more punctual. At least you have personal comm frequencies now.

[His frame shifts under her as he shrugs softly.] I can see that, but Vector has actually been very interesting to talk to, and it's been easy enough for me. Though I can see how size alone might be an intimidating factor.

But, you may not even have to speak to him directly. When I requested permission to have the party on his temple grounds, I left a message with an Acolyte and got the response the same way. I didn't even ask for the high grade, the building, the other resources or the Acolyte's help. Vector just granted those on his own!

[He smiles, because he takes this as a good sign.] Maybe you have more good reason to be social now? Aside from drunk robots that is.

Seems like that war fucked everyone's lives up.

[She's glad, briefly, that nothing too bad has happened between factions here. It's been mostly outsiders that have caused issues.]

Mmmhmm. Good. I expect that much.

[Yeah, you're getting the full head scritches, Wing.]

Well, I suppose I can look into it, then. And yeah, I like you lot a bit better than I like most humans where I'm from.

[She rests her chin between the helm flares, liking the way his armor warmed comfortably.]

You know. You and Drift are a lot alike. 'Cept you smile more.

[But you're both dorks.]

[He signs through his vents.] You don't know the half of it.

[War in general is a horrible thing... but when you only have Yourself to blame, it's worse.]

[But oh, yes, scrtiches are good, and comforting, which makes that subject easily bearable. He'll just lean into that a bit.]

I could ask, but I've done so once already. And it wouldn't hurt to converse with Vector more. He's really quite interesting.

[Fanboy much Wing? And he responds to that contact with a gentle nudge of his cheekplate, something like a giant nuzzle.]

Drift is...still learning to smile again. The course of my life has been darkened by less misfortune than his.

[Your dorks, apparently?]

[Kind of nice in a weird way. She'll pet him as long as he'll have it.]

If you would? That would be great.

[She had found out some things about Drift, but she felt like she was kind of at the tip of the iceburg.]

I can tell. I would think you of all people would be able to bring that out of him.

[A soft shrug.]

But there is a cheat-button, y'know.

[He make no complaints, that's for certain.]

[A chuckle.] Silly, I meant you should really try talking to him. Or at least leave a message with the Acolyte. Who knows, maybe I've used up my highgrade stipend for the month."

[A very big iceberg.]

I try to. Still, it's a rare sight when he smiles. I'm...also at the center of one of some of the more painful memories. But we're both trying to get past that.

[His brow lifts under his helm and he glances at you with a curious optic.]

Cheat-button? ...How so?

[Even if he guesses, he's still gonna make you say it.]

Aha- oh. Right. Wishful thinking.

[Ahh yes. Subject change. Good. She grins and gestures.]

Yeah if you get your fingers up under his side joinings or arm joints...

[Yes, she fully intends to sic Wing on him in this manner exactly.]

It's definitely hilarious.

[Have a smile and chuckle.] Vandal, I'm happy to help whenever you need me. I doubt you need me for this though, but, please do correct me if I am wrong.

[It was possible there was something involved that he didn't know about, and far be it from him to judge based soley on limited information.]

Ah--get my? In his--? What!? [WAIT, what was she talking about? Wow this conversation took a sudden turn towards interesting.]

O-Oh! Ahhhaha...ha.....

[Have a suddenly flustered mech! Apparently Vandal's relationship with Drift is...far more advanced than he realized. Wing is...really not sure how he feels about this except being overwhelemed by Awkward and Conflicted.]

[BUT.]

...Hilarious? [Not exactly how he'd describe tactile interfacing really... Because, what else would she be talking about?]

[She gives Wing a very dubious look.]

You know? He gets all giggly? Ticklish? It's funny the lengths he'll go to to avoid it. Gets all super offended?

[DUH? What were you thinking, Wing?]

[He should have known. He brought this on himself right? All that ~~teasing~~ talk about inter-species relationships. And well of course she'd pick Drift.]

_{[....he's just wishing they'd said something...]}

[Sorry Vandal, he misses your dubious look, too busy having an internal crisis here!]

What? ....giggly?

[Wait, Drift...giggles!? Why is this event not part Wing's life yet!?]

Err...so he's ticklish?

Really?

And that's why you... [There's a funny gesture Wing does with his hands there. It looks a bit like 'touchy-feely.']

Uh, yeah? What did you think I-

[She's giving him a very blank look.]

Is that bad? It's just a form of play for humans...

[Oh.]

[That's the sound of sheepish silence. And then a very awkward laugh. Followed by a rough ex-vent.]

Ah, sorry. I--know what it is. It's just--[Not the first thing he thought of? CRUDE!]

Well okay, I guess I should explain. _{Primus I feel like an aft though.} Ah--Are you familiar at all with Cybertronian forms of interfacing?

[Stop him any time this becomes TMI, cuz WHOA it might.]

Uh.

Not really. Admittedly Ratchet tried, bless him, to tell me but I kind of didn't really want to hear it from him.

He's like. Like my dad or something.

[She shrugs.]

Besides, it's not like I need to know.

[It's good that he likes you Vandal, or this would be even more awkward. First you go feeling up Drift's spark casing, and now you're getting your hands into all his sensitive areas.]

Ratchet's intentions are good. But, I can see why you'd want to steer clear.

[He doesn't want to force the subject, buuuut it might be a useful thing to know. If only to avoid Sudden Awkward Situations.]

I don't have to tell you if you'd really rather not know. But if you're getting physical in that way then there's a chance you'll stumble across it all on your own. [He shrugs] It's up to you.

[Action] Yuuta needs to make a cameo here just to say: "Robot, yer doin' it right Vandal!"

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[Action] LOL It was Vandal so I just assumed it meant "pretty fucking" & she forgot the "awesome"

[Action] LOL that is actually a pretty safe assumption with her XD

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[Action] GDFghdfgsh WING.

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