They say there's nothing new under the sun

[10_20_15_5_50]

Who: Hiro, Sam, and anybody else who wants to watch Tremors
What: Watching Tremors and possibly discussing swear words prior to the show
Where: The new outdoor theatre in the Northwest
When: Backdated to Thursday night, dusk.
Warnings: Language? Probably language.

The ‘official story’ was simple, if outlandish: Sam had happened across a VHS tape of Tremors (true) while lost (false) in the dense mire of mess which was Hiro’s room. Though the tape had actually been uncovered in the Warehouse, she had no intention of saying so; she didn’t want to wonder if the truth would reach Dirge, or want to deal with the seeker if he heard and, hearing, took it into his head to reclaim the cassette. What she did want was to make good on what she’d said to Jadewing.

’Sometime, we’ll find for you a few decent horror flicks.’

Tremors had turned out to be the first of that few. With luck, and a little---or a lot---of looking, there would be others, and so the whole theatre project had been buttressed by the hope of having more movies. The screen was situated at one side of the clearing Irja had kindly created, suspended between the trunks of two massive trees and braced by branches across its back. (The controls were there, as well, and at two elevations; the human-scale console sheltered in what looked, to Sam, like an ice shack.) A viewing deck had been built opposite the screen, encircling one wide walnut tree at a height which would have any occupants up enough to talk to standing Cybertronians comfortably, without craning. The deck had been outfitted with a ladder, a small collection of mismatched chairs, and (importantly!) a small free-standing fire pit. Two ridges crossed the clearing so that people could park angled up to better see the screen, but the clearing itself was otherwise almost ordinary---and only ‘almost’ on account of its creation.

All things considered, the set-up was pretty sweet.

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arrivals

[10_20_15_5_50]

The path from the Gateway is wide enough to accommodate anyone driving in, and is clearly marked by pale rags tied to its trees. Since it isn’t quite dark enough to start the show, there’s time enough to find the perfect spot to watch from, discuss degrees of Bacon, and start in on snacks.

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[the_other_green_seeker]

Jadewing landed lightly in the middle of the clearing and surveyed their handiwork, now that all the extras had been added in. He'd only been around to help with the heavy lifting, leaving the details to the much smaller and more dexterous humans. "Well," he said, "don't know if it's up to Constructicon standards, but not bad. Looks like I'm a little early for the show, though."

[10_20_15_5_50]

Sam waved from the viewing deck, where she’d been loitering to watch others arrive. “For a jury-rig job, I think it’s pretty good. Then again…” She set her hands against the railing and shrugged.

“I don’t really know anything about Constructicon standards, or Constructicons themselves, save what seems safe to assume from the term… and I know it’s a bad idea to go on assumptions alone. Wanna fill me in while we’re waiting?” She offered the Seeker a winning grin. “Not like we’ve got to worry about missing the previews.”

[the_other_green_seeker]

Jadewing walked over a bit closer to the viewing deck to more easily converse. "When they're on their game, the Constructicons were and are one of the best teams of architects and builders ever to walk Cybertron," he said. "That's if they didn't let their personalities and... particular quirks get in the way. Scrapper- the leader- likes to build his enemies into his constructions. Hook is a fussy perfectionist and probably the closest thing the Nemesis crew had to a dedicated medic. Bonecrusher is the muscle and hates just about everything; you can tell from his name how that usually goes. Mixmaster is borderline genius chemist; problem is, he's also borderline insane. On a good day, he can whip you up just about any kind of chemical compound you could want, but on a bad day... well, let's just say you'd be well advised to stay clear of both him and his lab. Long Haul does materials transport for the team, and never ceases to complain about how dull it is. And Scavenger... let's just say he has some serious self-esteem issues. He tries to make up for it by digging up random things and bringing them back to his team in hopes that they'll find it useful and toss him a few words of praise."

"They're also the first fully successful combiner team," he added. "They're the ones who perfected the process; before Devastator, most all attempts at gestalt technology left the unfortunate bots either dead or insane."

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[a_little_red_in_the_face]

“Makes me think of the d[rive-ins on Earth.” Breakdown drives up, transforming to take the last few steps before stopping at the comfortable conversational distance from the taller mech.

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[the_other_green_seeker]

"It kind of does, doesn't it?", Jadewing agrees. "Though we made sure to include plenty of room for any bots or organics that either fly or walk too."

"I admit, I'm interested to see what this movie's like," He says. "Sam said it's good, and anything's better than Rumble and Frenzy's tastes, so it should at least be worth watching."

[akito]

Akito is excited to see a movie in a proper theatre setting, and one that hasn't been provided courtesy of the doctor's ironic sense of humour. Apart from her first day, nobody has bothered her about wearing pants, and so she doesn't think to acquire a pair to put on before heading over to where she heard the theatre to be located.

It's easier to wander around as a girl - more comfortable, too. Less anatomy to get in the way of moving around. She wears her t-shirt, of course (she has some sense of decency), and it almost reaches down far enough to cover everything up. Everyone just overlook the half-nude young girl, alright? Nothing to see here! Just very nice legs with a sparse bit of hair between them because puberty is a thing, even for bioengineered part-humans. Please save her from the horrible, horrible fate of teenager hormones.

She has her rucksack with her, filled with various bunches of fresh fruits and crisp vegetables to munch on. Akito's only problem is that she doesn't know where to sit.

It's not that big of a problem though - she wants to continue staring at the entire set-up with keen interest for a while anyway. Maybe if she's lucky, someone she knows will want to sit with her.

[diagnosispuberty]

Hiro is helping! Except no, he absolutely isn't, except to wander around with an absolutely enormous bag of his own snacks -- much less healthy ones, all popcorn and candy and whatnot -- and generally being his nosy, inquisitive little self. He actually overlooks Akito at first (lol shortie), and then assumes that those are some very tight flesh-colored leggings.

...aaaand then it hit him, and he immediately covers his eyes, squinching them shut. "You're, uh....you're not wearing any pants."

[akito]

She clearly doesn't understand why this is an issue in need of covering eyes, because she moves in close and pokes at Hiro's hands curiously. C'mon, let her see your eyes. She likes the colour!

"I don't have any pants."

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

Hello Akito, have probably one of the few people here tonight who doesn’t know to react to your half naked state. He drives up and transforms, looking around to see who’s arrive so far. Spotting a familiar face (familiar enough, this gender thing is strange for him too), he smiles and steps up, going to a knee at a comfortable distance from Akito. “Hey, good to see you again. Looking forward to the movie?”

[akito]

Akito gives a small, polite bow in greeting, then claps her hands together in obvious excitement. "It's good to see Mr. Breakdown again! And yes! I've never seen a real movie before! This is going to be so fun! Are you looking forward to it?"

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[knight_light]

Wing steps into the clearing as looks around. Hey, this is a pretty nice set up. He’s also curious about this movie. He’s seen all kinds of movies from his own world, but the Circle hadn’t really allowed interactions with other species, so he’d never seen anything produced by another race before. He was rather looking forward to this.

[10_20_15_5_50]

"Hey Wing!" The Knight was one mindful of others, but even if he were otherwise, he'd've heard himself hailed---Sam was surprisingly loud when she wanted to be, even calling from across the clearing. She started for the white mech, waving and grinning up. "Glad you're in for opening night! What d'you think of our arrangements?"

[knight_light]

Wing grins and approaches Sam. He goes to a knee at a comfortable distance from her. “I wouldn’t have missed it! You’ve certainly made the place look nice.” He looks around again, just taking it all in.

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[a_little_red_in_the_face]

Breakdown rolled into the clearing, transforming as he arrived and taking a look around. So...who was here to watch a movie, huh? He expected Sam and Hiro, they were a given he figured, and Knock Out of course, his partner wouldn’t miss this, but he was curious to see who else might show up to watch.

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[automobileenthusiast]

Knock Out rolled in a little later. He had to shine his hubcaps or something. Who knows. Upon reaching Breakdown, he transforms and immediately latches onto his arm.

And that's his entire greeting, just being a leech. Hi Breakdown.

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

Breakdown smiled over at him. “Almost like the drive-ins on Earth, huh?” He won’t give his partner any flack for getting here “late”, especially since the movie hasn’t started yet. “And a horror flick, just your thing.”

[10_20_15_5_50]

Looking around, he'd eventually look down to see Sam approaching, her limp a little more apparent since she was walking at speed. One spotted, she waved. "Breakdown! Glad to see you're here; I won't have to bawl you out. I woulda. You know how bad I am for beakin' off, even to bigger people."

[a_little_red_in_the_face]

Breakdown stopped, hands on his hips as he peered down at Sam, a smirk on his face. "Yeah, you've got a bad habit on that front."

"Looks like you've done a good job here." He looks around at the setup with an appreciative eye for detail.

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[notyourblueangel]

Thundercracker was fashionably late.

No, he was just late. He'd deny forever that he did that on purpose. On the one hand, he'd promised he would be here, and he kept his promises. On the other, he hoped he could just sort of slip in to the edge of things, unnoticed, so he could slip back out again if this proved, as he was sure it would, to be Not. His. Thing.

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[10_20_15_5_50]

Thundercracker was late, but not late enough to miss the start of the show---or the low-key confusion preceding it, as the other attendees found seats and friends and better spots to sit. He wasn't late (or unobtrusive) enough to avoid notice, either---Sam spotted him, started for him, and waved her hello.

[notyourblueangel]

He caught a frown (busted!) and schooled his features into a neutral expression, nodding in return. “Sam.” He cast a glance around. “Quite the set-up you have here.”

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[the_other_green_seeker]

You thought you could escape your trinemate's notice, TC? Hardly. He sees you trying to sneak in and you're not gonna get away with it. Besides, stealth is really not your thing.

Making note of where he'd been sitting, Jade gets up to greet the other Seeker. "Well, look who finally showed up," Jade says, amused. "Was beginning to think I'd have to come get you."

[notyourblueangel]

No, it’s really not. Too many years around Starscream…

Thundercracker snorts at the comment. “Still not sure how I got tricked into agreeing to sit and watch some human film.” He eyes his trinemate, then smirks. “You seem like you’re looking forward to it.”

showtime

[10_20_15_5_50]

Settle down, shush up, and dial in your drones---the show's starting!