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[subroutined]

WHO: Green, Connor, Markus, K-2SO, Skeets, Riptide, Korg, Danger, and Dolores
WHERE: De Chima #004
WHEN: Saturday 9/15
WHAT: Inorganic club movie night!
WARNINGS: N/A, will edit as needed



Green doesn't have much experience with parties. He's only ever been to one or two, and this is his first ever time throwing one. It's a bit of an unconventional party at that, so maybe it's best not to even call it a party. Maybe it's best just to label it as nine mechanical (or eight mechanical and one rock) friends getting together to watch a movie about another mechanical being.

Green gathers lawn chairs and kitchen chairs out in the back yard, and sets up his projector right around sundown. There are no snacks, no drinks. No music playing. He tapes a paper sign to the front door with an arrow directing guests to come round to the back of the house, where he greets them with a smile and a wave.

"Hello! I'll begin the film once it's dark enough. 'Til then, just mingle, I suppose."

Comments

your host! | ota

[subroutined]

Green bustles around the yard, making sure everyone is having fun and comfortable. When it's dark enough for the movie to start, he situates himself next to the projector and sits, watching the film play out on the wall of his house with rapt attention. Periodically he'll check over his shoulder to see if everyone else is enjoying it as much as he is, but largely he will be wrapped up in following the plot. He can always be pulled aside for a private conversation, however, either to the side of the backyard or into the house.

Skeets | ota

[snarkbot]

[ Skeets brought a box of tissues. He's not even sure if any of them are even capable of tears, he mostly brought it to make a point about the movie. Skeets has a weird sense of humour.

He sets it down somewhere easily accessible and then hovers around to mingle. In a weird way he's nervous -- most of the time when he's met other robots (and the like) it's been a one-on-one basis. He's not sure what to expect - he's mostly programmed to interact with humans. On the other hand, it's kind of exciting. He wonders how different they all are from each other, the sheer variety of ways to make artificial (or simply non-organic) lifeforms. ]

[subroutined]

[ Green greets Skeets as he flies into the back yard. ] Hello again! I see you've gotten all the black paint off.

[snarkbot]

Greetings, Green. I had one of the interns from Blue and Gold give me a polish. [ skeets no ]

[jericoded]

[After the movie, Markus will check to make sure Skeets isn't in a conversation before coming up to him, a ball of tissues in his fist.] You brought the tissues, right? Thank you.

sorry for the late !!

[snarkbot]

I did. I'm glad they could help you.

[ But he sounds surprised -- he didn't think anyone would need them. ]

Do you need further assistance?

riptide / ota

[knaval]

Riptide does not even bother to travel in his human form. He straight up just walks there in his Cybertronian mode, carefully steps into the garden and sits his ass down, making sure he doesn't crush anyone by accident. He's incredibly tall-- about 32ft, so it's obvious what Green meant when he'd said it would have to be outside for him. Fortunately, sitting down puts his head about level with the second story windows of the house, so he's not drawing too much attention.

"Hey, guys!" he says happily, to anyone listening. Fortunately, despite his size his voice isn't exceptionally loud. He lifts a hand in a wave to no-one in particular.

[subroutined]

"Hey, Riptide!" Green lumbers over to stand in front of the spot Riptide has settled down in. "Thank you for coming!"

[knaval]

"Thanks for inviting me," he says with a little smile. "This was a nice idea. We gotta stick together, right? Nothin' better than a movie night. We used to have these all the time on the Lost Light."

[mortalweapon]

Danger knows exactly where to seat herself for optimal viewing. When Riptide arrives, she approaches promptly to make her claim. She taps him lightly on the leg and waits expectantly, as if he should know exactly what she wants without her having to ask.

[knaval]

At the little tink tink on his leg, Riptide looks down, sighs a little, rolls his optics like he's so put upon, then lowers his hand for her.

He can almost feel her smugnuss as she climbs on. It's palpable.

[jericoded]

[Before the movie starts, Markus makes his inoffensive way over to Riptide. Same as that other guy (who annoyed him), but they'd seemed a little...antagonistic? In a friendly way?

Either way, this'll be a good opportunity to check. Just to make sure he doesn't owe someone an apology, but if he does...then he needs to know.]

Excuse me. Riptide, right? Could I ask you something?

[knaval]

[riptide is currently leaning his chin on his fist, sitting cross-legged. he has to be careful about moving at all-- he's barely fitting in the garden as is. thankfully, he can sit unnaturally still and stand up with minimal movement if he has to.

he's thinking so hard about all this that it takes him a moment to realise markus is talking to him, looking down at the smaller non-organic with some shuttering of his optics. not unlike blinking rapidly to get your brain to catch up.]

Ah-- hey. What's up? [he's not seen markus before.]

KORG | OTA

[revolutionrocks]

As far as Korg knows, he's the only non-mechanical inorganic invited, but he doesn't really feel uncomfortable about it at all (and hopefully no-one else does), he's just happy to get the invitation and the opportunity to hang out with other inorganics, as there hadn't been too many on Sakaar either. Not that he doesn't like organics—his bff Miek was one, being an insect. But then he had that robotic exoskeleton too with knives for hands, so that was pretty cool.

Eschewing a lawn chair (luckily for the chair, which likely would have been crushed given he weighs more than 2000lbs) Korg opts to sit on the grass. No snacks? No problem, he brought his own, ie a small bag of coal, which he'll share with anyone sitting next to him. "Hey bro, want a nugget?"

[subroutined]

"Um... No thanks. But hi!" Green politely declines the offered coal, smiling benignly up at the taller Rock creature. "I'm Green. You must be Korg."

[revolutionrocks]

It's not to everyone's taste, he knows. But still, no reason to not be polite and offer, right?

"Yeah man, that's me!" He beams a smile at Green, although it might be a bit hard to tell because rock faces aren't all that flexible.

"Thanks for inviting me! Or letting Riptide invite me, whichever way that happened."

[mortalweapon]

It's hard to miss Danger when she arrives — all that shining blue metal makes for a conspicuous entrance as she comes around the side of the house. Still, she's not the strangest creature in attendance by far, which is both a little novel and refreshing at once. Some of the other inorganics present are already her close friends — others she knows in passing, and a few are more or less strangers to her. Including the one person who is noticeably not made of metal.

"You are not a machine."

It's not fully a question, but her voice has a subtle lilt of curiosity as she leans closer toward Korg to scrutinize him.

[revolutionrocks]

Back when he was a prisoner in the Grandmaster's arena, Korg had been acquainted with an abundance of beings whose appearance was a bit on the unusual side (to say the least), coming from all over the universe as they did, with a few of them making an eight-and-a-half-foot-tall rock person look undersized by comparison—the Grandmaster's champion the Hulk, for example. Also Biff.

Danger is however, certainly noticeable. Not as noticeable as Riptide, but right up there. Part of it might be attitude, as she seems to be sort of a forward person, given her direct remark.

"Yeah no, that's an accurate observance," Korg replies cheerfully, going on to elaborate- "I'm made of rocks. Just in case that wasn't already apparent."

[jericoded]

[Takes the coal to be polite

Stares to be impolite] -I'm sorry, I'm staring. [Looks away] I've never seen someone like you outside of imagination. I don't mean to be rude.

[revolutionrocks]

[Korg helps himself to a piece as well, putting it in his mouth and crunching it. He's aware that humans don't find it palatable at all, having an interchangeable human form himself, but this guy's not human right? Even if he looks like one a bit. Whether or not mechanical people like coal or not, far be it from him to make any assumptions.]

No worries bro, it's all good. [Thankfully, Korg isn't easily offended, considering how strong he is.]

Dolores Abernathy || OTA

[dontwyattme]

[ Dolores doesn't really understand what she's in for. In fact, the significance of...anything doesn't really click with the girl. She brings a big basket of homemade cookies, because even though Green had said that nobody would eat them, that...doesn't really seem to make sense, so she brings them anyway.

Before the party, she can be found wandering, a little confused with what she sees. Her face is pinched in consternation and question, as she observes some of the attendees for this party. A part of her questions, why this is the way it is - but if approached, she only smiles, kindly. ]

Hello. How are you enjoying the party? Would you like a cookie?

[jericoded]

[Has she forgotten? It's possible.

Markus takes the cookie though he can't eat it, pulling back his skin so when their fingers brush he can get a look at her coding again. Checking up on her.]
That's kind of you, thank you.

[dontwyattme]

It's my pleasure, sir.

[ She said, with a sunny smile. True enough, when Markus felt along her code, like digital fingers, caressing against her mind, it finds more loops. There's a half-connection, like it's frazzled, and like it can hardly find where to connect. There's not..recognition. Not exactly.

Her eyebrows draw together, and she tipped her head. ]

Have we met?

Markus | OTA

[jericoded]

[Yup. Yeah you know what, not a lot in this world can make Markus truly emotional. He gets angry, he loses his temper here and there; a lot of times he tries to pull his emotions apart for analyzing or he stuffs them way down where nobody will ever find them, but then, that line. Right as the Iron Giant is flying up into the sky, to his death:

You are who you choose to be.

It's not embarrassing but it's still habit for him to fold his hands over his face, to hide the fact that he's definitely crying...but it's probably obvious because he's huddled there on the grass not watching the last five minutes of the movie in favor of sniffling.]

[mortalweapon]

[ It takes her a moment to realize what's happening — not because she's never seen a person cry before, but just because she's never seen a machine cry before. It half-startles her when she recognizes it for what it is. ]

Markus?

[ Danger comes to sit a little closer, pausing a moment before she reaches out to lightly touch his shoulder. ]