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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[giri_guy]

*pokes head in*

Am I late? I brought snacks.

[icemasta]

"Hey, Roddy!" He waves happily. The other zambonis turn their attention to him.

[giri_guy]

*beams and hefts bowl of super-tasty energon goodies (TM)* Hey, 'Cat. Congrats and everything.

*...sneaks a goody each to the zambonis* ^_^

[icemasta]

Munch munch munch. Snowcat steals a few for himself as well, tossing his mask back onto the couch.

"So how's life?"

[midnightspook]

Well, there's one mech in the room, at least, who might notice the invisible presence that steps through the wall in one quiet corner. Blackstar pauses by the wall, still havering there in the spirit world, rather than the physical, unseen, but obvious to those sensitive to such things. Like an undead Air Commander, for one.

No Frostbite in residence, however, so it should be relatively safe to hang around for a little bit. "Spook secret," indeed.

He crosses the room, carefully avoiding brushing into or even too near anyone as he approaches the gifts table. During a lull when no one is looking, *a non-descript box with a bow appears amidst the other gifts.

Once his gift is dropped off (he'd debated giving them a new set of door controls, but that would have been too obvious, and he really isn't trying to pick a fight or anything today, honest) he peers around for a certain little Zamboni

[icemasta]

Zamboni One squeaks, quickly grabbing up the papers and looking around for Blackstar. "Spook where?"

[midnightspook]

Blackstar crouches low in front of One, waiting for one of those moments again when no one seems to be looking this way. There aren't many here yet, and Starscream doesn't count since he can see Blackstar anyway, but the dark ghost has the feeling it's going to get nigh impossible to try this stunt agin Real Soon Now. As soon as he sees his opening, he flickers into view, just a quick shadow, kneeling with his finger over his lips in a "hush" motion. Just as quickly, he's gone from sight again, but One should feel his hand gently hugging him.

Spook here. Secret, remember?

[icemasta]

"Secret," the zamboni whispers, trying to nudge the hand to follow him to the corner of the room.

[strataseeker]

There's a knock on the door and a moment later, Strata peeks around the edge of the doorframe, grinning.

"Well, you're certainly looking in a lot better shape than the last time I saw you," she observes cheerfully, stepping into the doorway, Photon in tow. "Any room in the inn for an Autobot repair tech?"

"I bring booze," she adds enticingly, holding up a drum of some rather choice Very High Grade with the words, "Hands Off! Snowcat's only!" painted brightly across it. Photon is holding another drum with "Snowcat" replaced by "Demolishor".

[prankster_femme]

*Wingblade is tagging along behind her sisters, unwilling to be far from either them or Steadfast for long right now. As they enter she waves at Snowcat with a smile.* Hi, Snowcat.

[violet_cure]

Whichever twin puts her barrel down and makes her arms free first will soon find her arms full of minibot. Cureall is purring full tilt and snuggling. "Hello girls!"

[strataseeker]

Strata, having been the first to unburden herself, chuckles and returns the hug. "Hello Cureall!"

[0ut_of_sight]

Echoshift is the next one to arrive. He nudges the door open with one elbow, carrying a wrapped present under one arm and a box of high grade under the other. It's not quite Libyan-standard stuff, but it was the best he could do on short notice.

"Hey 'Cat, Dem, and kids."

He deposits the box of high grade on the relevant table and then holds the other rectangular box out to Snowcat, grinning. It's wrapped in shiny holographic-patterned silver paper.

"Congrats. 'Bout time you made it official and all, don't you think?"

((The wrapped item is a boxed-up inflatable couch (it would've been too big to bring whilst inflated, so "some assembly required before use", perhaps). Yes, it's scaled for Transformers and will fit easily in the room Snowcat and Demolisher share with the zambonis and Snowkitty. No, I don't know where he managed to find it either. Perhaps best not to ask.))

[icemasta]

Snowcat tosses the box onto the gift table next to the highgrade and the porn. "Technically it's already official, but this is the important part."

[0ut_of_sight]

"Exactly!" He gives Snowcat a friendly clap on the shoulder before reaching past him to snag a canister of high grade from the table. "Kids're growing fast," he observes.

[icemasta]

"Yeah. Last week they figured out how to unlock the closet and let themselves out. But we got Snowkitty riding herd on them, so they're cool." He takes a canister of his own.

[thebasi]

Good damn she does not come here enough anymore. She's not used to everyone being so much bigger than she is. In any case, she heads for Snowcat first. Sort of. Metroplex got a ":D Hi~!" and a hug first.

[icemasta]

Snowcat waves her over towards the smaller drinks table. "Come around the ends, you won't get stepped on."

[toughguytruck]

Demolishor follows Basi in, having collected and sent over what he feels to be enough guests to allow him to come back in. He punches Snowcat on the shoulder and Snowkitty mewls from atop the front of his truck bed.

"Not a bad turnout, huh Snowcat?"

[icemasta]

Snowcat punches him back, grinning and offering him a cube of Libyan high grade. "Not bad at all, although a couple more Starscreams than I'm used to. No fights yet, though." He indicates the drinks and presents tables. "And not a bad haul, either. I'm thinking we'll get the official stuff started in a bit as soon as people quiet down. You guys got the, y'know, the stuff?"