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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[bookish_saurian]

A knock at the door, and there was Sam, pushing a cartful of barrels and with something...yeasty-smelling...with him. It turned out to be a giant fizzy gob of what looked suspiciously like animated beer, which moved like an amoeba, carrying several barrels in its pseudopods.

"Hullo! The drinks are here. I found a use for the Beer Elemental! Carrying barrels. Where do you lot want these?"

(OOC: getting in response now so you guys aren't ICly waiting on drinks, but I'll be a bit slow today.)

[icemasta]

"Awes--what the heck is that?" Snowcat rolls off the couch onto his feet. "Put the barrels on the little drinks table. Is that thing sentient?"

[bookish_saurian]

"Not really. We can get it to do giant-service-dog things like carrying and such, and it's great at cleaning dishes, but that's about it. Magical accident. We can't get rid of it, so we keep it in a giant fishtank and give it things to do." He shrugged helplessly as the foamy Guinness-colored thing crawled in and out bearing keggage.

"Right, so the barrels of unconverted beer go over here--where do you want the ones with handles for all you Large Non-Squishy Folk?"

[icemasta]

"Gimme." He grabs a few of the barrels and puts it up on the larger table.