Glada Vappen!

[suomi_thunder]

Aarne hadn't celebrated holidays properly in over a year which left him feeling disconnected. Giant bonfires in the streets and rampant reindeer were frowned upon in most civilized cities, unless of course the punks were involved, then that was arson not celebrations.. ok, well for the punks it was a celebration but not for a Saami.

In the Nexus though, oh here he could do whatever he wanted, or that was what he had learned in his few visits. He had been planning and cooking and collecting. The gods probably don't even know where he stirred up reindeer from in the Nexus but he has and Mouka was happy to have a job keeping them corralled. His usual rock gear is augmented with his family necklace and oddly doesn't look too out of place with rest of his wildness.

He didn't have a lot but parties always started this way. The host had some things and then people came and brought more booze and food, ordering all kinds of things. Aarne did bring Mead, alcoholic and non-alcoholic, and a a bunch of lemon tippaleipä batter. He had cooked some but this was something he could show visitors how to make on their own. The honey mead based sugar in a large bowl. Strips of dried reindeer meat and juustoleipä, a Finnish reindeer milk cheese, are out on the table too. There are fruits; strawberries, apples, and nuts which were common as well as a cream from reindeer milk traditional to the culture and nearly like unfermented yogurt.

That all done he looked to the huge pile of logs that he had gotten from various people around the Nexus. The Sami added leaves to it to create smoke at first to attract others. Before lighting it he put up a banner of hide dedicated to the Akka, the female fertility spirits, decorated with the same imagery as his traditional drum. It was sentimental, the first drum he ever learned to play.

Drum in hand he poured kerosene on the log pile and lit it. The reindeer spooked at the sudden fire but soon calmed, especially when the tall Fin went among them.

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[dontpetmeibite]

Soundwave's expression is dazed, and then he has a moment of clarity.

"Oh." He winces. "Ravage and I went to a party. He was male that night. We got turned into humans somehow. It was traumatising, honestly. We tried to make out. Our interface equipment... it was exactly alike. He couldn't transform his spike into a valve, so I couldn't penetrate him, which is his favourite thing. And it was all covered in hair."

Soundwave clearly did not find this attractive. Ravage laughs gently and brushes her cheek against his arm. The two of them also might be starting to get a little drunk on the general atmosphere because Soundwave would not normally EVER tell a stranger how much Ravage loves to be fucked and Ravage would not be smiling about it if he did.

"We couldn't do the frag," she says. "Later I found out that if I'd been a woman that night, we would have fit together better. But fragging isn't how we make babies." She sighs. "Might be nice if it was. Making more Cybertronians is hard these days. Although when I heard about being 'pregnant', I really would not ever want that to happen to me."

Now she's the one who looks disgusted and grossed out.

"I wouldn't mind carrying a child," Soundwave says, with a soft, fond expression. "Especially not if it was Ravi's child. I think it would be amazing to feel a new life taking shape inside of one's own body. But...I am never female. Most of us don't change like Ravage can. As she says, lately she's been femme more often than not but it was different during the war. And either way she always changes some; she's my lady right now most of the time, but every few days or so he's a male for awhile."

Ravage tilts her head. "Blomma? What's that mean?" The way he said it sounded affectionate, she gathered that much, but she's not getting a good translation. Which happens sometimes in the Nexus with people who don't speak languages she knows.

[rockin_thehousedown]

Hunter listened carefully as Ravage and Soundwave explained certain things about their biology. It was all rather interesting as the singer sipped on his mead and nodded. They really were a very interesting couple. Also, large. The bots were big.

"Blomma? It means flower in Swedish, my mother tongue. I often forget others cannot understand my language."

He blushed a little but was pleased to know that Ravaged asked to know what it meant. Mixing of cultures was what this party was all about and Hunter would be happy to answer any questions the bots had.

[dontpetmeibite]

"I'm a flower?" Ravage was charmed. "I love flowers; they smell nice. My sense of smell is extremely sensitive. If I've met you before I'll always know who you are even with my optics closed. Maybe even especially then. Even if you put other smells on top of your own smell I can teaae them apart." She grins.

"Flowers smell lovely. I don't care for fruits, especially citrus. Oil and diesel smell nice. I can also usually tell if people have had sex recently, but I don't pay attention to that. Whether human or Cybertronian, people leave their smells all over each other. Soundwave is covered in my scent although that is partly on purpose. It's to make very clear to others like me that he's mine."

[rockin_thehousedown]

"Yes, blomma means flower. It's what I call people I like, friends and band mates alike. My English is sometimes punctuated by a few Swedish words now and again."

Hunter was pleased that Ravage liked flowers. A robot liking flowers? It brought a pleased smile to the singer's lips. He was loving this Nexus place already and wondered what other surprises he'd bump into along the way.

"You like the smell of oil and diesel? Most humans don't like those since they are poisonous to us. But then to you I can understand why you'd like those over citrus fruits. I myself love the smell of strawberry shampoo and some perfumes."

He giggled a little at Ravage discussing that she could smell if someone had just had sex. Well, what about now? Hunter had laid with his partner, Gilly, last night so the scent of sex should be quite strong on the Swede right now.

"Can you smell it on me now? The scent of sex."

[dontpetmeibite]

"Of course, but it would have been impolite to mention it. I can smell quite a lot of sex around here, and expect to smell more before the night is over," Ravage says delicately, although she's grinning in a way that's very friendly but not particularly polite.

"Fortunately, it is a smell that I enjoy. There are some organic scents that hurt almost as much as bright lights in my optics hurt, but those are all smells of sickness and rot. Sex is a healthy scent, and a good one, unless there is something dreadfully wrong. Humans smell different from us, because your secretions are different from ours, but we have pheromonal scents as well as you. Most of us don't notice them, but I can't not."

Ravage would probably not like strawberry shampoo, but she's never smelled it. She holds out her wrist to Hunter. "I made this perfume."

It is very odd, probably, because there are notes of ozone and gasoline that are unavoidable; they come from Ravage herself, not the perfume--her current alt-mode is a car, and she produces a strong electromagnetic field. But the scent itself is layers and layers of night blooming white tropical flowers over some kind of incense, and then at the bottom, leather, and some kind of heavy indolic scent.

It's very feminine and not at all demure.

[rockin_thehousedown]

Hunter sniffed her wrist and smiled politely enjoying the scent. It was strange but the singer wasn't about to offend his new mechanical friend because of the gasoline smells. To be honest it didn't smell that bad it was just different.

"It smells interesting. I like the floral tones and the incense. Does Soundwave enjoy it? Gilly likes to smell sandalwood and sometimes floral scents on me. Coconut and strawberry too."

The Swede had a whole drawer of different scents to chose from because he could never make his mind up as to what he wanted to wear each day.

[dontpetmeibite]

"Soundwave enjoys my scents," Ravage said, smiling, "although he enjoys scent and taste and body-feelings more when we are mindlinked. Just as I enjoy sight and hearing and the flow of information through my system more when we are mindlinked. We are both sensory outliers, but our abilities are complementary."

Ravage blinked softly. She was feeling effusively friendly. "I don't like most fruit scents, but strawberries might be nice. Something about citrus is a little offensive to me. I am actually as sensitive to smells as Soundwave is to other people's thoughts. Which has been a great boon to me as a tracker, but when I've had to deal with corpses, or sewage, or swamps...not so much."