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Log; Ongoing

When; Wednesday afternoon and evening
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Several
Summary; Sam hosts a beach party for anyone who wants to come
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Sam had tried to do everything he could to make the beach trip as fun as possible, especially considering all that had happened recently. Not everyone had calmed down after yesterday, but it was enough that he didn't cancel the trip.

He had volleyball set up, a dozen umbrellas for the more fair skinned to take refuge under, and a really ugly couch to put in a bonfire later.

Food and drink also abounded, including enough electrolyte replenishing drinks to help anyone who drank all the alcohol he brought stave off too massive of a hangover. All in all, it was a recipe for a good time. Or at least Sam hoped.

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SHODAN realized immediately that the City's metropolis was, at least for now, a far more dangerous place than the outskirts. There was nothing to vandalize here, and no reason to riot -- and so she saw the mound of umbrellas and chairs and ventured out to sit and listen to the rhythmic sound of the waves. The ticking of the Clock Tower somehow didn't calm her the way she expected. Flooded with adrenaline, she needed no more insects. No more foolishness. No more insolence.

Once she drew close enough, she saw a net strung up, oh, this was some sort of human gathering, she shouldn't--

A dull pain chewed at her stomach, and she flinched. How long had it been since she had eaten? Not since two days ago -- it just wasn't something that crossed her mind very often.

Well...there was food and water for free, and there were no rioters. She would stay a while.

Walking toward Sam in her stiff, stilted gait, she tried not to stare at the food -- her brain was begging her to dive for it, now that the smell was so close, so many particles in the air -- and paused at the edge of the umbrellas.

She flickered through the recent Network posts in her mind, through her implant. Ah, yes. This was the beach gathering recently mentioned, and she raised a calm hand to the man nearby.

"This is yours, is it not?"

Sam hadn't notice the woman come up, as he was busy getting everything ready, until she was at the edge of the umbrella promenade. He hadn't seen her before but he was glad of that, it would be cool to meet new people.

"All this?" he said, glancing around. "Yeah, sorta, it's for everyone though. You can have some if you want, there's plenty for everyone. I mean, not EVERYONE, like... in the whole City, but everyone who will probably show up. What do you want?"

On a nearby tray she found a cluster of grapes, picked up a small branch, and eyed it suspiciously for a moment before pulling one off, twiddling it between her fingers, and biting off half of it. Surely she looked far more than strange, but the squishing and liquid and the skin and...it was all so strange, how humans ate food. The sweet rush on her tongue made her shiver a moment, but she pulled off two more and munched as she strode about the sand.

For a moment, she tried to speak, then remembered: one thing at a time. Humans were all about one thing at a time. So she had to finish chewing the grape and then say something:

"I know little about food." She glanced around -- well, she knew the names of most of it... "There will be more humans here?" The wind ruffled her black hair; she pulled it out of her face and thrust it behind her ears, silver cybernetic modules glinting below it as it fell by her neck.

Josh caught the 'humans' thing right away and it kind of made sense with her slightly odd behavior. Some of Sam's best friends weren't human though and the City brought in all types so it wasn't that strange that she wasn't human.

"It's okay, I can help you figure out what you want," he offered, moving over to where she was. Okay, that was kind of a weird statement to give.

"Basically, the things that taste the best are the worst for you. Also, you probably want to drink lots of water if you're going to be out in the sun. And if you're new to it, probably should stay away from too much alcohol. The turkey sandwiches are good though."

"...Paradoxical, not unlike the rest of your traits. Then I will take a turkey sandwich." She gave him a nod and finished off the grapes. Well...if she was here, she could stay a while, learn their patterns, learn how to act as one of them until she could gain power here. Humans expanded their influence by connecting with each other -- and for now, that was her only advantage.

CAN HAZ VODKA!

Arkady had picked up the bottle and was sitting cross-legged on the beach, looking out over the... ocean? This place was wrong. Things here were wrong, off, different and she couldn't go wide enough to understand it.

She took a pull on the bottle and closed her eyes, trying to find the ticking. Maybe if she found the ticking...

"That's what makes us interesting," Sam said. Humans were kind of paradoxical.

"We're a young race though, but we've got a lot of potential. At least, that's what a friend of mine said."

Sometimes Sam wasn't so sure about the potential, but if Optimus Prime said it, it must have been true.

Sam noticed the girl sitting on the beach, drinking the vodka with her eyes closed. She was either very pensive or trying not to throw up and Sam couldn't decide which. He decided to wander over and get a closer look to see what was up.

Power was to be kept a secret. They were good at that, hide the power, hide what they did. So she pulled herself back, contracted back to herself, and opened her eyes.

"Hello."

"Are you going to throw up?" Sam asked, looking at her curiously. She didn't look like she was going to throw up.

She looked at the bottle. "It's vodka." As if that explained everything.

"Young compared to who?" So many alien species from the other worlds. She had always thought it strange that humans had never discovered alien signals from across the stars, but then again, the evolution of life was a probabilistically low event. Intelligent life should be rarer.

It was a beautiful day for a beach party--sunshine, warm weather, and no rabid sheep or cake showers. As such, Penny ditched the Welcome Center for the afternoon and headed to the beach. It was a welcome reprieve after that unfortunate armed robbery the other day, and the broken window could be fixed tomorrow. Plus, Sam had said he'd put up sun umbrellas. How can Penny possibly stay away?

Penny, prepared with a beach towel and enough sunscreen for a small army, found an umbrella to camp out under and discarded her swimsuit cover up. She didn't dare walk out in the sun without a cover up; it would have been rude to blind everyone on the beach with her amazing paleness.

"So you're not going to throw up, but you might not remember this tomorrow," he offered.

"The Autobots, do you know them?" he asked, perking up a bit. He'd never met anyone who knew them except through the movies.

"They're from the planet Cybertron."

Her eyes actually brighten a moment, a rare event. Machines? Very old, extraterrestrial machines?

"No, I do not. But I am quite intrigued -- they will be the first mechanical sentients about which I have been told since I arrived here."

"Oh, I forget things all the time. Not just when I'm drinking."

She remembers manners and holds out the bottle. "Share?"

Sam was glad to see that Penny had come, although he hadn't doubted that she would. Still, he was happy to see her out here and enjoying the sand and shade.

"Hey, Penny!" he called out, waving as he trotted over to where she was. "Glad you could come."

"Uh, you know what, thanks but I'll get my own later," Sam said, eying the bottle suspiciously. He wasn't exactly a swing and pass it on type of guy.

"Oh yeah, they're sentient machines," he said with a nod. "A really old race, I guess. Their planet is kind of dead, so they call Earth home now."

"Okay." She takes another swig herself. "Is it safe to sleep out here?"

Ah, and there was the host himself. Penny got up to greet him. "Afternoon, Sam! How's it going?" She smiled, adding, "I wouldn't miss the first beach party of the season."

Sam scratched his head in thought.

"Oh, yeah, totally," he said with a nod. "You know, if you can breath under water after the tide rises."

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[Sunny times fun here.]

[Evening fun times here.]

have a not-so-socially-skilled AI

Please, he deals with Bumblebee, she'll be easy.

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