A formal dance.

[pendragon]

WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: The Atrium, Haven's Hub.
WHEN: Today! The dance will go on from the late afternoon until the early hours of the morning.
WHAT: Have your top hat and cane? This is a formal ball. The origination is a drunken Vandal and battle-worn Saber.
WARNINGS: Could be anything from bar fights to drunken swearing to people tripping over their own feet or people making out in a corner.

Welcome to the dance!      The Atrium will have its doors open in the late evening. For the first two hours, Vandal and Drift will be acting as receptionist and bouncer. After that, the doors close. At the reception desk, you will be required to sign your name and also hand over any weapons that you are carrying. (Within the building there is an inhibitor placed. No one will be able to use any weaponry on their person.)      The Atrium is decorated in royal purple and black, with accents of white and pearl. The decorations are standard fair for a ball. There's hanging draperies, table clothes, and colored lighting. Towards the outside of the circular Atrium, everyone will be under a glowing white light. Towards the middle of the dance floor, there is a much softer lavender that illuminates the immediate area.      Vandal and Saber organized and planned, and then helped with decorations. They will also be over seeing the event throughout the entire night. Vandal will be handling the reception desk and registration. We have Frenzy as our DJ in the Atrium, and Miko will be playing electric guitar for those who decide to visit the bar. Saber, Ironhide, and McCrane will be acting as security. They would be the best to contact should you have any.. safety concerns. Our bouncer, Drift, will be "on call" for security once his primary assignment is done. Kay organized and lead the decorating, and Ravage and McCrane helped with placing them. Melan and Joe gathered needed materials. Skidaddle is the one to blame for having the supply of available hats at the doors for any Cybertronian who tries to get past the one piece of attire rule.      Feel free to post in any sub-forum area you think your character would be present in (with or without an opening post), or merely tag others. Prose or action-spam is okay (and you may want to include this in your initial posts if you want others to tag you). Bonus: include links to garments your character may be wearing. This is entirely up to you! Have fun!      Make sure to add your character to the tags! (That's the registry.)

SHORTCUTS TO THE SUB-FORUMS:
Reception Area
Dance Floor
Lounging Areas
Bar
Walls

Comments

THE WALLS.

[pendragon]

THE WALLS: Between each lounging area, there is open space that doesn't quite reach the dance floor. Sounds like a good spot to stand and look awkward avoid having to talk or dance with someone, no?

Blurr / prose or action spam

[raceme]

[ Being awkward, you said. The walls seemed the best place to be for those dateless robots who, like Blurr, wanted to go unnoticed. He wasn't really sure what was he doing there, but he promised Saber and Vandal that he would come and Barricade designed him a headdress just for him. He wasn't in the mood for celebrations Blurr didn't want to be rude either.

He looked around and then down at his wheels, feeling more out of place as the night went by. It had been a hard week.]

[treacherous_widow]

[At some point she wanders near the wall that seem to be a gathering point for some bots and spots a familiar face. Blackarachnia makes her way over with a sway of her hips and slight smirk on her features.

For her, tonight has been just what she needed to cut loose and relax. But, it looks like someone needs a little help.]

Hey Handsome. Does the wall need to be held up or can I steal you for a dance or two.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack saw Blurr off by himself, and hunched his shoulders slightly. He'd been meaning to find the blue bot all night, and here he was. So...why was this suddenly difficult? He wasn't exactly a maestro with words, so...

He'll put a hand on your shoulder.]

Blurr?

[namesnotprowl]

[Don't think Barricade doesn't see you there. Because he totally does and thinks you are looking so handsome in that headdress not biased at all. He eventually has to abandon the dance floor for a short cool-down, and that's when he makes his way over. He did warn Blurr about being a wallflower, after all.]

Blurr. I owe you a dance, don't I?

[tearsofsteel]

[Albert slid up next to the Cybertonian, hands shoved deep in the leather jacket pockets.]

Glad to see someone's enjoying the dance as much as I am.

[perfavore]

[Now that just wouldn't do. Mirage knew how depressed Blurr had been recently, and to see him not taking part in something that could potentially improve his mood? Well, Mirage is here to fix that.]

Ahh...Libellula.

Why are you all alone?

bouncing?

[sword_redemption]

[Drift is grateful to Barricade that he was spared the horrors of...a hat. He remembered all too well the teensy thing that had been perched on his head during Alpha Trion's pages gone wild: Drift. Did not. Like hats.]

[But they've certainly earned a celebration, and Vandal could talk him into just about anything except a hat so here he was, leaning against the wall, daring someone to get out of line and praying no one asks him to dance.]

/bounces over this way

[namesnotprowl]

[Barricade should ask him to dance, just because of that. It's his solemn duty as the Party (ex-)Decepticon, after all. Though for the moment, he's just glad he was able to help out with Drift's formal wear... and is glad he'd had the blade of a sword laying around to install in the cane he'd made for the fellow.

He was going for truly unique pieces, after all, where he could.

Still, he has to drop by to see how Drift is holding up. Or holding up the wall, as it were. Cue winning smile.]

Y'look a little like a tiger someone put booties on, darlin'.

[Dangerous! ... and a touch antsy at the same time.]

Let me know if this doesn't work and I can change it up! <3

[winged_knight]

Wing's done his share of socializing and dancing with quieter moments of rest in between it all. It's been a wonderful evening so far, but as fun as it's been there's a distinct lack of a certain someone who is the pinnacle of his happiness.

The glaze on the energon goodie, as it were.

It's not that Wing's been entirely without Drift all evening, they've spent time together for sure, but he gets so much joy out of all of this, he really wishes he could share more of it.

Wing misses the closeness, too. But then, that's every moment they're apart.

It's no surprise then, as it seems to be nearing time for the last dance, that Wing finds himself drawn to Drift again with an easy saunter and a look he's given no one else here tonight. It's likely fortunate too, that Wing's somehow lost his hat during the night.

"Has the evening been treating you well while I've been gone?"

Oh by Pasca, what am I doing here?

[knightinbluearmor]

[Melan had promised to himself he would do this. He would go to this "party" thing and make some friends, because that what Marin would have wanted him to do. Unfortunately, after getting to the dance, he had no clue on was doing next. A little lost, the Knight floated close to the walls, closer to the ceiling than the floor.]

[So much people! That was a little intimidating. But he was safe here above everyone's head, right?]

[tearsofsteel]

[Oh hey, it was that guy, the one who saved his life. Albert's a little grateful for that. How should he express his thanks, hmmm...

Oh he knows. Albert bobs his head in a recognizing nod, waving with his free hand. Sup?]

[youdiedagain]

[Safe in a high place? Studies show that you have a significantly greater chance of falling, Melan. He sees you floating above everyone, wondering if he was doing it on purpose or just...couldn't land. But Sissel won't judge.

He'll just question.]

I don't think I've seen you before.

[thxforthememories]

[He's wandering, by this point, sort of aimlessly drifting about, taking in the decorations, and watching the other robots pass around him. He would have liked it better here, if there were fewer individuals around...]

[His head tilts up, spotting the flyer. He lifts a hand, waving a little.]

Albert | prose or action, either way is fine

[tearsofsteel]

[If Francoise or even Great Britan were here, this'd definitely be their thing. But nope, it's just Albert leaning against the wall, fun guy huh? He's dressed a quarter of the way formal--leather jacket, formal shirt, and a tie.

The cyborg prefers to check things out from a distance. He wouldn't have stayed at all were it not for Teddie. These kind of dances didn't sit right with him. And there was the matter of his missing hand, which he kept hidden by jamming the arm deep in his pocket.]

Ironhide | either format

[arnhaid]

[He's here with a job to do. This kind of formal party thing didn't really appeal to him -- give him a few good 'bots and a few strong cubes, and that was a good party. Or... it had been. Last time he saw everyone.]

[Now there was a sobering thought.]

[He's got a hat on, care of the ones in charge, but, really, it doesn't matter. For the most part, he just keeps to the sidelines, occasionally smirking to himself, and keeping an eye on the proceedings.]

[In case he needs to step in.]

[kungfugeek]

[PJ sees you being a wallflower, Ironide or just doing your job and decides to join you. Granted he wasn't hired for it, but you look like you could use some company. Especially since you seem to be off in your own little world.]

Hey big guy.

Power Joe | Prose or action spam is fine

[kungfugeek]

[Parties were supposed to be fun, weren't they? Well, that was the original intent for Power Joe. He personally loved parties, and enjoyed being around people. In fact, he even dressed up for the occasion, with a little hat hanging off of one of his ear thingies.

But...now he was on a mission. What mission is this, you say? Well, Kagerou had come to the dance as well. With a human.

Hello red flags.

So he's doing what any rational BP would do--and stalk the hell out of them to make sure that he doesn't grab her and hold a kusarigama to her neck. Not that...that actually happened or anything. Just hypothesizing.]

[thxforthememories]

[Parties were supposed to be fun.]

[But he'd never been to one before. And, in all honesty, he felt crowded. Pressed against a wall, even though he was up and walking around.]

[And then he feels someone staring at him. He turns slightly.]

[... Locking optics with Power Joe across the room.]

Wheeljack | either format

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack wasn't much of a dancer, so any chance to avoid that was enthusiastically taken. Meaning, he's going to be quite the little wallflower. And he wasn't even jealous in the least. Let the other guys have that fun.

Just not his style.

He did find some calm feeling in getting away from the rush a bit. Maybe he was just getting old and jaded....


Maybe.]

[redshirtrobot]

[Tonight... has been surprisingly fun. But even a Vehicon can only handle so much of crowds and dancing. Especially when dancing is not his forte. Eventually he finds his over to the wall with a cube (with straw!), leaning back to take a break.]

... Hi.

Any!

[4_toteachus]

[Four is exploring of course. As much as he loves being around Shockwave, he can never say no to exploring and meeting people on his own. Four wanders around in his little blue dress and glances up at the many tall strangers surrounding him.

Despite his recent experiences, he still finds it delightful to meet someone new. He's just not about to go wandering off with anyone anytime soon.]

[tearsofsteel]

[When Albert spots Four, he can't resist cracking a little smile. The doll had a joy for life, it was almost enviable.]

Interesting outfit there. Didn't think someone would actually dress for this.

Smokescreen | Either or~

[shutupndrive]

Smokescreen wasn't really sure why he'd come. It was mostly because Sideswipe had been so eager for him to come because a bit part of the rookie was still content to just stay in Alpha Trion's temple and chill for awhile.

He needed to be social though, Smokescreen knew that, so he'd gone, snagging a hat at the front door and slipped inside.

Twirling said head piece around on his hand a bit he made his way over to the walls and just leaned back against one of them, content to just chill there for the time being.

Maybe he'd dance. Maybe.

Did someone order an arrangement of awkward blue wallflower?

[notyourblueangel]

Thundercracker stood against a low retaining wall, feeling marginally better with a solid surface behind his wings. He held a cube of decent high-grade in one hand. With the other, he rubbed softly, not for the first time, at the hole on his opposite shoulder where he'd been "asked" to relinquish his shoulder rifles before being allowed to enter. He'd almost turned and left right then, but he refused to give anyone cause to call him a coward, so he'd reluctantly given them up . . . on the oath that he'd have them returned, undamaged and untampered-with.

So . . . he was here. Frag, now what did he do?