[forward dated video + action] A New Year's Party

[wannabeurkohai]

[Everyone's favorite NPC Vehicon pops up on the screen. Surprisingly Pinky is still around, he's just been trying not to get involved with everyone's craziness. He waves excited.]

Hey everyone! I just had a huge realization - it's been over a year since we had a party! The last time we had one was Drift and Rodimus' wedding. How crazy is that? And since I didn't get stranded on some tropical beach planet this year, I thought it would be fun to throw something together.

BUT since no one is getting married this time around, I figured it would be fun to try an Earth holiday! And right now it's what the humans call "New Year's Eve". Apparently they celebrate the end of one year and the start of a new one by having a party, getting really over charged, making out with someone you like, throwing bits of scrap everywhere, singing, dancing, and setting off explosions! I've got decorations and stuff set up on the Observation Deck, and have some energon, but feel free to bring anything else you want to add.

[Okay so his understanding of a New Year's party might not be 100% accurate, but he still tried his best. With that the video cuts.]



Pinky alone couldn't do up the Observation Deck as well as it had been for the wedding, but there were tables for drinks and snacks, chairs for relaxing, a nice open space for dancing, and the robot equivalent of a karaoke machine. He had managed to snag a huge disco ball to hang from the ceiling and get some nice lights to reflect off of it though. And yes, he had rigged it to explode open and spew what looked a lot like bits of tin foil at midnight.

Comments

[legalcy]

[Explosions? Inebriation? Littering? Making out?! This sounds like a recipe for disaster and the sole reason Ultra Magnus is drawn out of his habsuite. He seats himself at the corner of the deck, watching for signs of potential illegal activity. With the DJD and the more impulsive mechs onboard, he's certain that intervention will be required.

From time to time, he works on his outline for the ship's official code of conduct. It's less work than is required for Terms of Peace, but the fact remains that the task is time-consuming. There is no better time for work than at a social gathering.]

[quietone]

[He's not completely surprised Magnus is here. But if he had to guess, he'd put his money on the Autobot being here to make sure no one caused trouble. He doesn't really strike Soundwave as a party type. Especially since it looks like he's working. The Decepticon peers down at the data pad, curious enough to bother Magnus.]

-don't think--you'll--get--much done-

[sorrynotguilty]

Out and about, I see.

[ though is he really? coming to a party and working hardly constitutes as coming at all. now Megatron knows full well the reason that Minimus is here at all: to observe behaviors and to ensure that things don't get out of hand. that's all well and fine.

honestly Megatron is here for similar reasons. mostly to make sure that some cars of his don't do anything foolish. like they are likely to do. mostly Rodimus lbr

doesn't mean he can't spare some time for a friend. ]

Is this seat taken?

[debonairsharpshooter]

[ Misfire is definitely totally one hundred percent inebriated enough to think what he's about to do is a GOOD idea to the universe's most famous lawman whom he's already admitted to the guilt of at least a half dozen questionable things. ]

Heeeeey... whas cooking good looking? Is yer name actually Ultra Magnetic? Cause you sure are pulling me in.

[deceptamom]

[ Nickel is always one for dedication and hard work... but this is a celebration. A party. And while Nickel is far from some kind of huge party animal or anything, she firmly believes a bit of merriment every once in a while is a necessity.

Speaking of necessities an intervention here is clearly one. ]

Alright Mister. Up and off your aft, let's go.

[ Her tone is all business. ]

[sparkwhisperer]

[Damus quietly takes a seat opposite to Ultra Mangus in one of the moemnts that he's chosen to fiddle with code of conduct. He places his glass of high grade down with a soft clink.]

Hard at work, I see. It's unsurprising to see that you didn't take my advice on relaxing a little.

For Megs, sometime later

[legalcy]

[Something feels off. Minimus had, multiple times in his life, worked himself into a state where he fell into recharge at the desk, but his focus was not scattered across his entire visual field. It was not that his vision was blurred; he could visualize the lights, the individual tables and chair. He was not drunk. He knows how it feels to be drunk. It's tiring and upsetting and he lacks motor control. He just feels...alert. In a different way.

Was this one of those "enlightened moments" that philosophers experienced? Is this what Dominus went through every deca-cycle? No, it doesn't feel good. It's kind of scary.

Still, to think that his dedication to his work finally paid off. It wasn't unhealthy, as some bots may have believed. This was good. He could be inspired to write more. See? Those tables, when viewed from a distance, are unevently spaced. It's easy to see how well the occupants are spaced out. The reflected lights could be dimmed. Why are they so bright?

It's getting a bit too much. He has to sit down or...or find someplace safe. A location or object that can stabilize him and calm him down.

Like Megatron.

He's standing right over there, watching...something. The party, yes. Minimus trusts Megatron. Just the sight of the silver mech assures his spark that circumstances will not spiral out of control. Magnus slowly walks over(he's not in a rush) and stands next to him. Quietly.

This is much better.]

[heroicpose]

[ Did you say 'more impulsive mechs'? Because here's one right here. Rodimus has a hard time with letting anti-social people avoid company, so it isn't long before the red sports car comes over and slams his hands down on top of Magnus' table and grins wide at him. ]

Hiding away in the corner, wallflower?

[quietone]

[Soundwave really didn’t care much for parties. They were generally loud and messy, both things he disliked. As the opposite of a laid back, fun loving Decepticon, he also usually wasn’t wanted at parties. He didn’t dance, he didn’t sing, drinking or eating in front of others was always a bit weird, and he wasn’t big on small talk. So really there wasn’t much for him to do.]

[But Rumble wanted to come, and he was fairly certain Bee would want to check it out for at least a while, so he had found a seat at an empty table towards the back of the room. His long fingers drummed idly against the table as he watched other people enjoying the party. It had been... an odd year. He didn’t feel much closer to fixing the space bridge. It worked like a normal space bridge should now, sure, but he still couldn’t make it open to other dimensions. Even so, he felt less restless than he had before. Soundwave begrudgingly had to admit to himself that he was happier than he’d felt in a long time. Even as his optics lingered on Megatron’s silver frame for a moment longer than the other mechs in the room, he didn’t feel such a crushing weight on his spark. And he didn’t have to feel as disgusted with himself for said feeling.]

[Well. Even if it was small steps, it was still improvement, right? His gaze shifts, content with just watching everyone else for now. If it got much noisier he might leave, but this wasn’t terrible for now.]

[taselikeabee]

You know you could tap your feet a little. Actually look like you want to be here.

[ of course Bee is here. with a drink. just for himself this time because he's never actually witnessed Soundwave consume anything. he is inviting himself to sit across from the plane, not that he thinks that he needs to ask permission at this point.

and mostly? Bee is just teasing. ]

[knaval]

[the concept of celebrating the new year seems a little stupid to riptide, because nearly everyone aboard has seen literally millions of them come and go, but you know what? he's not gonna complain. it's nice to have a party! riptide immediately piles up a good couple of cubes and grabs a handful of each snack, finding a table to lay out his stock and shove all the food into his face.

later on, he'll be putting some of drift's edibles into his face, pushing the plate forward to anyone who isn't magnus that approaches:] You want some? They're good!

[later on, riptide managed to get drunk/high enough that finding some high tech weaponry in the armoury and switching them all to taking custom ammo... which is just handfuls of garbage he finds around the party! switching them to anything else will just be various levels of air blasting: these aren't actually made to be effective against cybertronians, fortunately.

maybe if you're unlucky you'll be the recipient of riptide launching the disco ball at you. how did he even get that? is it the same one that was hanging up? either way, it's rocketing at your face now!]

[legalcy]

[Magnus looks away for a handful of kliks and Riptide has found some unidentifiable machinery. He pushes a hand onto the table and lifts himself off the seat just in time to see that he activates it...with no consequence. From across the room, it doesn't appear to do anything harmful.

Magnus sits down. Perhaps he is too stressed about the party, seeing that all anyone has been doing is dance, eat snacks though he does wish he had been offered one..., and carry around things. Yes, he had to give out reminders and critiqued the quality of the bar, but there was nothing about which he could be alarmed.

...Wait, why is Riptide picking up garbage? Is he cleaning up after the others?]

[debonairsharpshooter]

[ That is some nice weaponry. Color Misfire impressed. And he doesn't even need to be drunk to come up with a brilliant idea to improve it. He is actually drunk currently though. Because of course. ]

Hey. Heeeeey. Pssst! Mate, over here!

[ He beckons him. He also probably thinks he's whispering. He's not. ]

[shitflashpointsays]

[ The blue color scheme might fool the Truly Wasted, but Flashpoint definitely isn't Magnus. She does give the plate shoved her way an extremely dubious look though. ]

I generally prefer my vices in liquid form when it comes to gettin' lit... [ She peers closer though; curiosity is an ever present danger with this one. ] What's so good about them, eh?

[sparkwhisperer]

[Damus catches Riptide flitting about with the tray of Drift's edibles. He looks at the half empty tray back up to Riptide's face.]

How many of these have you eaten?

[Who said that parties weren't entertaining?]

[whatwaslost]

[Somebody say party?

Somebody said PARTY]

Let's get this party started!

[Like Bumblebee was going to pass up the chance to go to a party once he heard the announcement. It took him a bit to find the observatory, but he eventually got there. He's totally going to be doing some dancing, and enjoying himself.

Eventually he'll settle down to refuel with cube or two and some of the energon snacks provided, while just watching the activities of the others at the party.]

[soccerdrills]

[ Ugh... this night was turning into kind of a bust. He couldn't eat anything, well he was fine with that, whatever, he had a different goal and all! ~~~Make new friends~~~

Or at least that's what he wanted but like... why did everyone on this ship just seem so OLD. Or almost everyone. That guy looks a little closer to his age. LET'S do this. Yep. ]

Hey! [ He grins and waves. ] I like your moves!

Flashpoint (brackets or prose welcome)

[shitflashpointsays]

Sure, Pinky did his best to provide refreshments, but now that Flashpoint has turned a brewing hobby into a profession, it's more than just a point of pride to provide libations for all celebrations, it's a professional duty.

What started as optic-popping moonshine has evolved over the years into some pretty decent high grade. She leaves a large cask of it on the table with the every appropriate "drink at your own risk" warning label. She's not taking responsibility for idiot drunks! just the smart ones For anyone who wants the really choice booze though, they're going to have to go to her personally. She can be seen pouring her own drink from a very large flask she returns to her personal storage, and from the looks of it, said drink is rich and strong.

Flashpoint posts up near the edge of the dancefloor, leaning on a pillar with drink in hand.

"Where's the entertainment? People not drunk enough for the personal humiliation of karaoke yet?"

[sparkwhisperer]

"Clearly not." Damus sidles up beside her, cradling a glass of Flashpoints home brew, though he has not yet sipped from it.

"Perhaps the hour in which people indulge in poor choices and humiliate themselves is not until the end of the party. What a pity."

He brings the drink to his lips, pouring a generous amount down his intake. It burns on its way down, causing Damus to wince and sputter slightly. Despite the power behind it, Damus doesn't hate it. It's a far better choice than what Pinky has chosen to provide.

"Did you bring this?"

[soccerdrills]

Drill Boy's started noticing something. The way some of these guys were acting, it's weird. He feels like he recognizes it a bit but it doesn't quite hit him until he hears it said aloud.

"Drunk?" he sounds incredulous, "You guys can get drunk? How?"

That's what it reminded him of! He'd seen drunk humans before. Helped arrest a couple particularly rowdy ones in a mech suit once too.

But that was humans. As far as he knows robots can't GET drunk. And why would you even want to? Like okay sometimes it was funny to watch people stumble around but why would you want to do that to yourself?

Drift (brackets or prose welcome)

[alwaysadrift]

Nothing's gone horribly sideways since their collective trip down memory lane, and that alone was reason enough for a party in Drift's mind. He's used a number of the decorations from the wedding to turn his former room into a mini-sanctuary, but there's still some left that he chooses to donate, and as the party starts he's moving around the room draping things in wispy, sheer cloth and hanging sparkly strings of crystals and beads from the ceiling. The rickety stool he's using to reach some of the upper areas appears a little unstable, but his own agile movements seem to be making up for it...thus far.

"Just a little further...."

Later, after having some of the high grade--but not too much, he's careful these days--Drift can be found out on the dance floor, moving lithely to the music, swaying with a soft smile on his face and trying to encourage anyone who is brave enough to make eye contact for more than a moment to come out and join him.

"Come on now, it's a good way to loosen up, literally and figuratively!"

[deceptamom]

The night is young, the party barely started... which is once of the best times in Nickel's opinion to be honest. Sometimes these things can get awfully rowdy and she honestly wouldn't be surprised if she had at least one mech laid up in the medibay with some dumb injury by the end. It's practically a guarantee. Maybe she should suggest a betting pool with Ratchet and First Aid for how long it took...

...Oh for the love of Prion.

"Drift!" she practically shrieked, "You get off of that death trap this instant!"

[debonairsharpshooter]

[ By this point in the evening Misfire has been ejected from the party several times for several reason but somehow he keeps getting back in. Honestly this party just needs to get MORE interesting. Interesting in ways that won't get him kicked out for good.

He grins, an idea hitting him. Well... there is that thing he's been saving for a special occasion.

He finishes the cube he's been nursing, slams it on a table, and saunters over to the karaoke machine and picks up the mic. ]

Attention nerds!

[ Luckily for everyone it doesn't seem that using the machine for it's intended purpose is part of his plot. ]

I think we need to make things a little more.... interesting this evening. I'm talking about a contest. [ He gestures to the dance floor. ] Dance off time, losers. Yours truly is the judge. And a contest isn't anything without a prize. I have, in a secure location so don't even THINK about ditching the party to toss my room, a bottle of the HIGHEST of grades I've found. I'm talking about a bottle of fine scrap, pre war, from the now obliterated but legendary Crystal Vine Distillery of Vos. It is SO expensive.

[ He does on occasion find good things when snooping around in the abandoned rooms of former crew mates. ]

And SO yours if your moves our the best. Get to it pinheads, who's first?

[shitflashpointsays]

This is an excellent idea. Need another judge?

[ Because like hell is Flashpoint competing, but she'll definitely professionally ogle anyone who is and provide opinions. She saunters up with a half full drink in her hand. ]

What're you judging on? Style? Agility? Originality? Chances of getting put in jail if those moves were ever performed on a public street?

[soccerdrills]

[ That sure is a huge array of oddly tasty looking snacks...

...SNACKS OF DOOM. Seriously he didn't even have to run any detailed scans for his HUD to to be littered in so many alerts it was almost impairing his vision.

Clearly this wasn't the case for everyone. There were plenty of bots eating them. Everyone except him it seemed! He turns his annoyed gaze from the party goers having fun back down to the treats. Never has one person looked so angry staring at what is probably incredibly delicious.

He sinks dramatically into a crouch so his eyes are level with the table. As if glaring at them CLOSER will make them more edible for him or something. ]

Ugh... this super blows. Why is life so unfair?

[quietone]

[Drill Boy didn't need to be bright orange to stand out among the Cybertronians at the party. As much as he generally disliked dealing with people, his curiosity was also piqued. From what his scans could tell, the smaller bot was very similar to the one he had met in Nautilus - Kagerou. But he really had no way of knowing if the two were related unless he did some snooping.]

[Sadly for Drill Boy, Soundwave's snooping was the taller mech walking almost silently up behind the sofa and leaning over it slightly to peer down at him. What a weird frame design...]

Morning After

[deceptamom]

[ Wow. That sure was a wild party last night. Lot's of fun. Lot's of drinking. Lots of other illicit substances. Maybe a little too much of all three. Like. More then a little too much.

Luckily for you someone more responsible then yourself dragged your undeserving aft away and deposited you in the medibay.

Unluckily for you it's probably WAY too early in the morning for someone to be jabbing you with a medical scanner perhaps a little more aggressively then strictly necessary. ]

Fragging idiot... Are you dead?! This says you're not but you're doing a damn good impression.

[ She prods the prone figure again. She is not being especially quiet either. ]

[knaval]

[GROAAAAAN...]

Can you just... let me die? I'm ready. I'm ready for Primus to take me.

[the scanner hits his cheek. riptide lifts his head.]

Who're you?

[eyesockets]

Despite the wealth of options available to him, Kaon isn't dancing. He isn't singing. He isn't even really eating much either, but he is sat at a table at the far corner of the room, trying not to be obvious as he slips the ugly puppy scraps of jelled energon and little saucers of engex.

Sure, he probably shouldn't be feeding the creature things that will get it drunk, but the ugly thing tends to have an extreme amount of energy. Mostly nervous energy. He thinks that it might do it some good to relax it a little.

The dog was already staring to lean slightly to a side as it sits, it's bundle of hideous tongues hanging from the maw of a mouth it has. Its tail is wagging like crazy though, and as it finishes each scrap it sniffs the ground for several moments later, searching for any more that it might have missed. They it just starts licking the floor, then the side of a chair.

It's not really that bright.

[deceptamom]

Seeing Kaon sit all alone and by himself just tugs at Nickel's spark. Of course... she kind of knows WHY he's alone, but it obviously doesn't make her want to keep him company any less.

She rolls up to the table and sets a drink in front of him because she just has a feeling he's not fueling properly here. She's comment but something grabs her attention first.

"Is your, uh, dog... drunk?"