Come gather 'around the fire...

[kismet_loop_mods]

Who: Anyone
What: A gathering for the citizens of Haven.  A time to relax and mingle...and a little something more.
When: All day and night of the 14th
Where: Outside of The Hub, and perhaps inside too if you wish.
Event: Not everything is as it seems.  Some of the offerings will cause some...unexpected results.

The Guardians have been hard at work getting the large open street outside of the Hub and Warehouse set up for a massive gathering.  There were tables set up all over the place full of all kinds of food, drink, and fuel.  A large bonfire had been set up in the middle of everything, and various volunteers rotated in and out throughout the day and night playing various kinds of music or providing other types of entertainment.  There would be a constant flow of music, skits, acrobatics, and magic tricks.  The festivities will be held throughout the day.

Not everything would go as planned, though.  There were a few tables among that many that had been set up courtesy of the Miasma.  They go unnoticed with everything else going on.  Really, there is enough for literally hundreds of people of various races, the handful of suspicious tables are easy to miss.  The contents of these tables will have peculiar effects on those who consume the contents offered upon them.  Nothing harmful really, just some effects to further encourage the lighthearted purpose of this gathering.

((ooc: tag in, mingle, have fun.  Effects can last for only the party or through the end of the week, and can be mixed as much as you want.))

Comments

[the_other_green_seeker]

OK, that X? That made Jadewing go from snickering to straight-up laughing. "Ha! Ya got that right!", he said, slapping his leg with a loud clang in the midst of his mirth."Tha's somethin' the whole universe can be glad of."

Jadewing settled down though, as Sam went on to talk about body modification. He nodded. "More like gettin' a brand, then, stead of a paint job," he said, tilting his head to indicate the brands on his own wings. "Course, that's assumin' you've got a choice of gettin' one or not." A huff of air that sounded distinctly like a snort, indicated that Jadewing was in the group of 'not'.

"Paintjob's just style, in the end," he said. "You can change it if ya got the time and resources, even if most don' bother. But a brand means somethin'. Least it's supposed to."

[10_20_15_5_50]

"Probably...?" If they ever revisited the subject, and if Jadewing was interested, she'd offer an outline of what branding (and, she supposed, scarification) involved in the context of human body art, but for now she hoped to hear his elaborations. "There's the time, the resource, and most people not being bothered in common with paintjobs, but permanence is a big part of it. There's no easy way to remove a tattoo---they don't come off so much as they come out. But, would you tell me more about brands?"

[the_other_green_seeker]

Jadewing made a thoughtful noise at her question about brands. "Hmm..." he said. "Well, there's usually a little ceremony involved. Brand's heated by plasma torch, then applied to the bot wherever the brand's s'posed to be. Nothin' to numb the plating and no medics; tha's cheating. Gotta tough it out on yer own."

"Bots used to get branded for lotsa reasons, but these days, only ones you see are faction brands, Autobot 'n Decepticon." He indicated the ones on his own wings. "Seekers get four, two on each wing, once we finish training. I's done in fronta all the mechs on base, and ya try and stay silent long as ya can through it. Longer you can go without reactin' to the pain, the tougher you are. Average is makin' it through the second brand, but no Seeker's ever made it through all four without yellin', at least a little. Wings're sensitive."

[10_20_15_5_50]

Absolutely fascinated by the information, Sam had one word to start with when Jadewing had finished speaking, and that one word was "Wow."

After a moment spent simply standing and impressed, she spoke up again.

"That sounds like... well, quite a process; small wonder it would hurt like hell. And I suppose it makes sense---that wings are sensitive, I mean. I'd figure it's on account of needing to be able to judge all the minute adjustments you'd have to make in positioning for flight? Not that this is anything but a best guess coming out of my mouth. I don't have a whole lot of experience with aliens, robots, alien robots, or any science besides biology. Sorry?"

[the_other_green_seeker]

Jadewing seemed mildly amused that Sam was so impressed by something considered relatively mundane by Cybertronian standards. "Kinda has ta be," he said. "Hard to make a perm'nent mark or Cybertronian metal."

He waved off Sam's apology, though."Psht... dun worry about it. Truth is I dunno that much 'bout organics either," he said. "Anyway, yeah, that's why a flier's wings gotta be sensitive. Seeker wings especially. Gotta be able to read air currents an' react with split-second timin' an' accuracy. 'Specially in combat."