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[backdated] Like some Kid N Play video

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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Wing was on host duty, anxious that this went well. It was a tough circumstance, but maybe the fuel issue would be just the pressure they all needed to realize that the only path to success was one of unity and cooperation.

He was keeping a watchful optic--he hoped watchful enough--on the gathering, and if he caught someone's gaze, he would offer a smile, and ask if they were having a nice time.

Of course Drift was here; he'd kind of started ball rolling but didn't know where to steer it from there. So, lest it go careening off into Awfulville, he recruited the person with the most social graces he knows. Wing had done the rest, thankfully so, and here they were.

But, besides that, Drift's happy to be here. Happy to be among his people again (plus Starscream), happy to be among friends (minus Starscream?). He's laid out his own supply of rations on the table, for once thankful that exile had made his food-stashing habit more pronounced. And he might be standing awkwardly at the table, wishing he at least had a glass to keep his hands busy, watching to make sure everyone gets a fair share.

[ to be fair, he has no rations to share or else he would. Megatron had been on the Lost Light before his arrival, so there had been no need to keep anything on his person or in subspace. and socializing? not really his thing, you know? there's really no reason for him to be in attendance.

that's exactly what he had said to Drift and yet he's here anyway. Putting Megatron into a room with Starscream and Rodimus? that is very dangerous indeed. alas, Drift and his weak reasoning that he really does need to be there as a fellow Cybertronian actually has some merit. that's why Megatron is present, just lingering. granted, the ex-warlord is pretty hard to miss and there aren't a lot of them there, but Megatron much prefers to not show much interest in what's going on. ]

Even if Starscream hadn't been invited, he might have shown up anyway and crashed the party. Because how dare anyone do anything and not invite him. He just lounged against the wall with his arms across his chest. He almost couldn't believe he was stuck in a room with Autobots again. Well. Autobots and one confused Megatron.

And that one guy who didn't have any faction symbols but he might as well be an Autobot anyway.

"This is the most boring get-together ever."

Seriously, what is that music?

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