[backdated] Like some Kid N Play video

[knightoflight]

Who: The Cybertronians and anyone else who might be nosy as to what all the large robots are doing together because why not.
What: Sharing resources houseparty?
When: Shortly after the robot network post excitement
Where Green 6, aka Wing's Swingin' Bachelor Pad

After Drift's post, Wing realized that as a knight, he had a mission, to help his people come together and find a way to coexist. Or else.  And Drift had mentioned that they should pool resources.  So, after double-checking with Drift, Wing sent a small message to each of the Cybertronians on the station to please meet him, this evening, in his quarters.

He wished food wasn't such a consideration here, because he felt bad not being able to lay out a spread of food for hospitality.  Maybe they would all bring their own?  He can hope. He has his few flight grade fuel rations on a table, just as, well, something.

As it is, he has soft music and subdued lighting, hoping they might defuse any, well, interpersonal tensions. 

He stood by the door to greet his guests, with a silent prayer to the whole Guiding Hand, that this went well. 

((OOC: This is a general robot shindig meet and greet and hopefully not punch each other.  Feel free to post a header for your character for others to tag into--anywhere in Wing's quarters or the hallway or whatever; mess with his stereo, steal his towels, show up early, fashionably late, whatever you want!  And of course, non-Cybertronian partycrashers welcome!)) 

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[knightoflight]

"I don't think it needs to be a competition." Just let him admire you, Drift. He'll try--and fail--to be subtle about it.

"I admit, though, it's a bit...intimidating to feel I've been so important in your life." Truth for truth. He'd wanted to change Drift, but, well somehow not as the key focal point.

[alwaysadrift]

"That's, uh, fair." It's a little weird, not thinking of things as a competition, however friendly. It's the way he was wired for so many centuries, competing for resources, for rank, for respect, and even for his freedom in Crystal City. He's trying it out though, and on first impression it feels...kinda nice.

His expression softens then. "You were the pivot point of my 180. I'd lived a destructive life since being left in the gutters. You were the first one to make me see I could be something else." He shrugs a little sheepishly. "Is it...that strange?" He'll, uh, stop if it's creepy. (Or try, anyway.)

[knightoflight]

"It's also more fun." Competing is good but sometimes it's good to just...be with someone, without worrying about being the best.

It's a little, well, overwhelming. He wanted Drift to see himself as Wing saw him, and, yes, a greedy part of him would admit he wanted to be important in that. But..that important? It was a little intimidating. "I will try to live up to the honor, then."

[alwaysadrift]

"Maybe you should show me sometime?" Wait, what were they talking about? Does that even make sense? Regardless, it sounded good right?

And maybe he should turn down the starry-eyed swooning then? Drift is just not quite over the novelty of Wing being here, alive, after all this time. "Just be you." That's all he needs, really. He couldn't ask for more.

[knightoflight]

"We should." He grins. "We can swap touch up paint!" Like girls sharing nail polish. He'd competed with Drift enough, flung him around the sparring room. Competing was over.

Except for fun, of course, or for prizes.

"I could say the very same to you, Drift."

[alwaysadrift]

He wants to give you a reason to need touch-up paint, Wing But OH! No. He needs to, not think those things. Especially right now. With everyone here. COUGH, "Yes! Primus knows I need more than my fair share of it." Drift rubs the mar on his chestplate again, then snaps his hand back to his side when he realizes it. NOPE, nothing to see here!

Fun and prizes sounds good though. Better than his version of Winning before he was brought here at anyrate.

He stammers a little though. Wing says it like they're comparable, but he'd never shine as brightly as the jet. "I, uh, don't know...how else to be really."

[knightoflight]

"Any time. Well, as soon as we've worked on the washracks." He catches the self-conscious rub on the other's chassis, the fadedfresh smear of red. And he catches the way Drift tries to brush off the move. A story there, one painful and raw. He wanted to know but he wouldn't press. He'd done far too much of that already, before.

"Good!" he says, brightly. "Then you're a natural at it!" So there, Drift. It's a good thing!

[alwaysadrift]

"Oh. That would be...lovely. I mean, just being able to do proper maintenance." It's been far too long. And there is a story there, one Drift both does, and doesn't want to talk about. The latter seems to win most often; he's used to dealing with pain on his own, it's the only way he's survived all this time.

Not that it's necessarily the best way...

He blinks dumbly for a moment, because of course he's a natural at being himself, er, whatever that was meant to be. "You, uh, say that like it really is a good thing." Being him, that is. Many would not agree.

[knightoflight]

"Yes, before we're all too...well...unsavory to be with." He's a bit fastidious about his appearance--probably just on this edge of vain. A proper bath would be nice.

"You? You are a very, very good thing, Drift."