Bonding Party!
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.
Several large tables have been set up along the walls, one marked for gifts and two more marked for refreshments. There are also a few human-sized tables for the same purpose. There are only a few dozen cubes set out at the moment, as the caterers haven’t arrived yet. However, they’ve managed to somehow get ahold of an ceremonial laser-knife and a few ornate and ancient-looking statuettes, which are lying on the raised podium near the back of the room. The purposes of these are, as yet, not clear. Snowcat and Demolishor don’t seem the type who could afford a proper sacrifice.
Snowkitty and his zamboni minions are busy making sure the tables and couches are in the proper areas. For some reason, Zamboni One keeps wandering over to nudge against the door before returning to the rest of the collective, as if expecting something.
Snowcat’s lying on his side on one of the couches, snoring and waiting for the drinks to get here. He’d won the dice-roll and Demolishor’s now out handing out the invitations.
So...who wants to party?
Several large tables have been set up along the walls, one marked for gifts and two more marked for refreshments. There are also a few human-sized tables for the same purpose. There are only a few dozen cubes set out at the moment, as the caterers haven’t arrived yet. However, they’ve managed to somehow get ahold of an ceremonial laser-knife and a few ornate and ancient-looking statuettes, which are lying on the raised podium near the back of the room. The purposes of these are, as yet, not clear. Snowcat and Demolishor don’t seem the type who could afford a proper sacrifice.
Snowkitty and his zamboni minions are busy making sure the tables and couches are in the proper areas. For some reason, Zamboni One keeps wandering over to nudge against the door before returning to the rest of the collective, as if expecting something.
Snowcat’s lying on his side on one of the couches, snoring and waiting for the drinks to get here. He’d won the dice-roll and Demolishor’s now out handing out the invitations.
So...who wants to party?