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Joe's head jerked forward as he received a somewhat painful smack to the back of his helmet. Biting back a pained OW!, he stood and returned to his post behind the soundboard. Oh...so this was a music thing. And he was the...DJ? Alright...he could do this....maybe...probably.

Across the room, a pair of snipers wheeled a large box into the room. Quickly slashing it open, they presented the crowd with a multi-tiered metal "cake". "This says it's for you, general," one of them reported, eying the cake with suspicion. He wondered if he could cut it with his knife.

Magma looked up from the cake he was currently shoving in his mouth, waving a few claws at Splash.

"Got these."
Well..they weren't really -weapons- ..they were part of him, after all!


Blues...looked rather perplexed by the metal 'cake'.
"...Does it say where it's from?"
The general moved closer to the cake, moving around it to look it over.

Top was, well, maybe not hopelessly late, but not far off. He’d been busy with cleanup in the disaster that was his room, and had lost track of the time, sending him scampering down the Tower when he realized that he was missing everything.

And he still wasn’t used to how much longer it took to walk everywhere, rather than roll.

Oh well, even without wheels, a party wasn’t something he was going to miss. He’d just have to get a little more creative with his dancing than usual, to make up for the lack of spin. Before any moves could be busted though, had to greet the star of the party first, of course.

He wandered over to where Blues was inspecting… a big tin cake? Weird. “Good to have you back, sir. Really digging the upgrade.” He meant it- Top would kill for the shiny wings, not even gonna lie. He gave the other bot a lopsided smile and a casual salute, and nodded at the others gathered around, before also turning to examine the odd metal structure. “Sorry I don’t have a gift, haven’t had a chance to get out and find one. Hope you'll take a raincheck? Wouldn’t have been as impressive as this thing I'm sure though.” he said with a laugh. Who was responsible for this thing anyways? The prankster brigade, maybe?

"No,sir. It was sitting in front of the tower doors." The Sniper replied tersely. His companion had already left to return to his post. He was about to do the same when he was summoned by Splash. He got to cut things?! Neatly? Well that wasn't as much fun but whatever. Pulling his knife, he wiped it roughly on the napkin and then gave it a heavy chop into the cake.

Meanwhile, Joe played around with a few knobs on the board, figuring out what each did while trying not to be too obvious about it. Hey at least the big scary dragon had found something better to do. He might as well stay and play his part. He searched the crowd for familiar faces, recognizing a few from his earlier tower experiences. He sure hoped that orange guy didn't start stripping again. His gaze turned at last to the apparent guest of honor. Guy sure looked a lot like Protoman. He wondered if he knew this guy was ripping off his look.

...Interesting. A random cake left outside the Tower doors? ....He really needed to have a talk with security because honestly, who didn't find that suspicious?! And they simply brought it right to their General.

Good thing Flashover was dead, or he'd suspect this was a giant friggin bomb.

"I wasn't expecting anything Top."
No really, he wasn't expecting -any of this- UGH
" So don't worry about it..."


He would have commented further, but it was around then that Dance made her grand entry to the party. Blues just -stared- up at the other as she announced just why she was here.

And continued to stare as she dropped from her perch to land near him.

" ....Wha?!'
That was about all he could get out. Blues was truly startled.

Pluto looked at the generals huge cake, just about to comment when two things happened at once:

1. A female bot, who looked as if she was from a by gone era, poor thing, popped out of the cake. He did like her hair though.

And 2) That weird, fighting bot who looked like he stole parts of Quicks helmet and airplane pieces decided to come in, right then.

Said weird, fighting bot, or Ballade, hadn't meant to be late, but he had to make sure noone disturbed his general's party no one...that, and he may have stopped to get him---Blues something. up, definitely wasn't a new set of weights that could withstand several, prolonged laser blasts, just for him, nope. He practically ran into the room of the tower the party was taking place, hoping maybe noone would be mad he just decided to arrive late. "Hey! Good to see you up and at em general! Got ya a gift, two actually, we can do the other after the---oh." And it was there he noticed the cake, and the girl, specifically the girl. "Oh, oh. So it's that kinda party huh? I came at a good time." He barely noticed that dumb cat-bot use what looked like a stub to attempt a face palm, then quickly correct himself.

After getting over the new arrivals complete stupidity, as well as his own, Pluto laughed, because hell, it was all pretty funny.

Of course he’d say that, Top wasn’t sure why he’d expected anything different. “Too bad sir, I’ll find you something anyways!” Also too bad that he wasn’t sure what it would be yet, but he’d sort it out. It’d be a great gift. He spared a moment to return Bubble’s wave as the other also came up to examine the odd cake- that reminded him, he needed to talk to him later about going shopping for his room. Bubble was good to ask for that sort of thing- maybe he could help with a present for Blues too, with any luck.

And then every process running through his head was effectively derailed by some strange bot climbing out of the ‘cake’. He actually jumped slightly, though she hadn’t moved quickly at all, and had a top in his hand ready to go before he registered her words.

…What. What. Really? Someone managed to smuggle themselves into Wily’s tower, and it was to deliver a gift. He blinked in absolute bewilderment. The General didn’t seem alarmed though, just startled, so he casually slipped his top back into its launcher, but didn’t completely relax his stance.

And then he heard Ballade’s comment from somewhere behind them, and that was it. He turned away quickly with a hand pressed tightly against his face in an attempt to hide his laughter, but it was a losing battle from the start- even if he could successfully muffle himself, the shaking of his shoulders would have given him away just as quickly.