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capemods ([personal profile] capemods) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2012-10-15 12:42 am

i need a knack for keepin' out of trouble:

WHO: ImPorts in Venezuela
WHERE: Mérida, Venezuela
WHEN: October 15th 2012 - October 18th 2012
WARNINGS: Strong language is likely. Potential violence.
SUMMARY: President Pisani throws a festival for imPorts one and all! While this is a catchall log for the first four days and set wholly in Merida, you are not limited to those parameters. If you want to pursue your own logs too, feel free!
FORMAT: Whatever you'd like.


It was a beautiful city, green and lush. Morning mist locked fingers with older stone and quiet brick. Much of the populace lulled in the valley between two solid growths of mountains, cushioned in an ancient palm and electrified by the lively pulse of the crisp, rain-courted air. The temperature is brisk, chilly, but that shouldn't discourage you from enjoying the lakes and rivers breathing through the land. The city itself is equally crisp and its usually pristine avenues are ablaze with color; banners and posters and warm hellos. There was warmth everywhere, in homes and faces and hands.

Welcome to Mérida, Hero.
waiting: (she'll find it)

[personal profile] waiting 2012-10-18 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
I just don't think I've seen you out of that thing since you got it. [ He's not sure what Ironhide does in his spare time, either, at least not since getting here. In any case, he nods at them both. ]

Surprised you two haven't run into each other yet. [ They've been on the job only about a week, though, so maybe he's not as surprised as he could be. He twists around to flag a waiter down, then raises his brows at them both. ]

So, can I buy you a drink?
show_my_cannons: (Human | Trading love with indfference)

[personal profile] show_my_cannons 2012-10-18 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. You too.

[He's not that experienced with giving and receiving handshakes. He's seen them, sure. But it's not really an Autobot thing. So he's grateful when the human doesn't comment on it.]

[At the comments regarding the uniform... he just shrugs, looking uncomfortable. "Looks sharp"? What does that even mean.]


I... am not 'social'. Just here to do a job.

[He stays standing, even when the other sits.]

What sort of drink?
clobberin: (aww derp)

[personal profile] clobberin 2012-10-25 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ben quirks a lopsided grin. ]

We are kinda hard to miss. But hey, better late than never. [ A pause, as he eyes Ironhide a moment, noticing that he's still standing even after the invitation to sit. Maybe he needs a little coaxing. With a friendly, mild sort of insistence: ] C'mon, sit. Not too often the boss offers to buy ya drinks, right?
waiting: (the world throws its light)

[personal profile] waiting 2012-10-25 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
At ease, Ironhide. [ Bradbury adds, belatedly, like that might help. ]

As for what kind of drink -- [ He flicks out the laminated drinks list from where it's propped against the tissue paper holder, and holds it out for both of them to peruse. ] -- I was thinking something alcoholic, but it's your call.
Edited 2012-10-25 14:25 (UTC)
show_my_cannons: (Human | So save your breath)

[personal profile] show_my_cannons 2012-10-26 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
No... I guess it is not.

[He doesn't really seem to relax until, surprise surprise, 'at ease' comes. Then he nods to them both, and sits.]

[You can take the Autobot out of the military...]


Have not tried your alcohol. Never had a reason to. Yet. [He looks between the two.] Show me.
clobberin: (my bff reed richards)

[personal profile] clobberin 2012-10-30 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)
That's the spirit. [ Ben reaches out and claps Ironhide on the shoulder roughly, quirking a grin. ] Since you're a first-timer, we should definitely do shots.

[ He might be joking. Possibly not. Don't let the nice guy exterior fool you -- Ben Grimm always had a little of the popular, frat boy type in him. And he does remember how to have a good time. ]
waiting: (i'm not calling you a ghost)

[personal profile] waiting 2012-10-30 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Shots sound good. [ He's surprised that Ironhide hasn't drunk before, too, and like Ben, he thinks that's something that should be fixed pretty quickly. He flags a waiter down and nods, rattling off an order in stilted but surprisingly fluent Spanish, then turns, grinning at them both. ]

Hope you don't mind, but I figured I'd get things started. [ The waiter comes back with a bottle of tequila and three shotglasses, setting them on the table along with a plate of salt and lime slices. ]
show_my_cannons: (Human | Believe what you will)

[personal profile] show_my_cannons 2012-10-31 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
[He grunts, when his shoulder's personal space is invaded. Humans don't generally do that to him where he comes from. He doesn't shove it off, though, just stays put, narrowing his good eye a little.]

I have not been called a 'first timer' in... hn. Longer than I can remember.

[Then, when the drink actually arrives... He scowls at the limes. As if personally offended.]

Thought you said we were drinking.