Bonding Party!

[icemasta]

It’s not exactly a celebrity wedding, but considering a lack of budget Snowcat and Demolishor have done pretty well for themselves. The words “BONDING PARTY HERE” have been spray-painted on the door in purple, along with a big Decepticon symbol on both the door and the wall. For tonight, the assembly room is Decepticon territory

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[icemasta]

Snowcat cackles. "Yeah, parasites. Now."

The zambonis giggles and pull out something live from their midst, something small and wriggling. The new couple swings the knife down and the zambonis cheer as two halves of a petrorat twitch atop the stage.

Snowcat pats one. "Okay, do your thing, priestess. Unless it's getting too much for you and you need to go have a lie-down."

[midnightspook]

Blackstar deflates with relief, letting himself sink through the floor and out of even Duskwing's sight. After a long moment, he returns to his spot behind the table, still invisible to everyone except those who can see into the spirit world, and waits to see if One returns, or if the little mech joins in the rest of the festivities.

[primus_seeress]

*Auspex ignores the little jibe, blinking down at the petrorat for a few moments, brow quirked in an almost comical expression* Ew.

*shaking her head, a hint of a smile on her face in spite of herself, amused at their trickery (if not the mess left), guesses they're wanting a prayer of some sort (and the irony of just who is asking for this prayer does not escape her), and she supplies one*

Lord Primus... er, hasten the passage of this... petrorat's spark.. *there is laughter in her voice; do petrorats even have sparks??* to the place of your origin, the Allspark, where all are one, that um... he? may deliver the glad news of the bond between two of your sparks, this Demolishor and Snowcat, and may your blessing be on them, that they will remain one with each other until they become one with the rest. I ask this with gratitude, my lord and god.

*She fixes the bonded pair with a wry look, almost approaching a smirk. What a terrible sense of humor they have...*

[dumbassludge]

Sludge blinks then allows his optic to power back down. "Mosltov," he mumbles as Blaster and Cureall both pat his side before returning to the party.

[attair_al_fada]

Well that was an interesting ritual, Skyfire thinks as he studies the intricate cup he'd been holding. The same cup, in fact, that he'd handed to Demolisher and then snatched out of mid-air as the big green tank-mech tossed it offstage.

The cup has an air of antiquity about it, as if it has been held sacred and used for millions of years. Skyfire's lips quirk in a smile; what his sensors tell him of the isotope balance in the metal tell him that he is far, far older than the cup.

He gently sets it down on the gift table and makes his way toward the refreshments table; a little high-grade would refuel his tanks nicely.

[icemasta]

Snowcat looks again at his blank cue cards. "I think that's about everything on here, so...yeah." He glances back at the crowd as the zambonis spill offstage and start running around on the floor to find someone to feed them.

"So that's that. Let's party." Demolishor drags him down off the stage to get more drinks before anyone starts up a good old-fashioned brawl and gets them all kicked out of the city.

Sentimentality later. Libyan high-grade now.