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

[neverputincharge]

It's been a while hasn't it? A lot has been happening lately. He can feel the uncomfortableness in the silence. He shifts his weight some, though at the sound of Blurr's voice he turns to the smaller bot. He vents a shaky sigh, as he shifts to sit down, ordering a cube of his own.

"Look...Blurr. I'm...I'm sorry." Might as well get it out there. But he really does feel bad and there's some guilt in his voice.

[raceme]

Yeah, many things. Between the problems with the Police Force, Wheeljack and then almost getting killed when he was exploring with Cliff this has been a hell of a week.

"Oh Primus... I'm not drunk enough for this." Blurr runs a hand over his faceplates. He knew he shouldn't have come but like most of the things going wrong in his life he brought them upon himself. He looks at Bulkhead, still a bit wary. "Don't please, you have nothing to apologize for. "

[neverputincharge]

If Bulk knew about the near death, he'd feel even worse. He's just as wary as he watches Blurr. You know, really. The guy should be angry or something.

"I still feel bad. With other stuff that happened to ya." No, seriously. The same week the guy decides to not lead the police force? Talk about crappy timing. If he'd known ahead of time... "Look, I'll leave ya alone. Just wanted ta apologize." He'll pick up his cube, and move to stand back up. "But...I meant what I said about still wantin' ta be friends. Yer a great guy, and a good friend."

[raceme]

To be honest, near death experiences are something that has become a constant in Blurr's life. As long as he gets away alive he'll be fine.

The moment Bulk told him that he had feeling for Wheeljack, Blurr realized that there was no way his own relationship with the mech could end well. And yet, for some time, he had hopped the outcome would be different...

"That's...it's my life, it shouldn't be your concern. I'm happy for you two." Maybe if he tells himself that enough times he will believe it. He's trying, really. "Stop apologizing. If he's happy so I am. The idiot needs someone that knows how to take care of him and I can't think of anyone better than you."

He puts a hand on Bulkhead's arm to stop him. He's actually surprised he didn't miss the arm. He didn't know which one was the real one, there were two of them. It's a good thing that Bulkhead is so big.

"You don't have to go. Miko would be sad. I shouldn't have come here at all, I will go."

[neverputincharge]

That's something these two definitely have in common. Bulkhead's brushed death so many times, it's not even funny. The Tox-en is the one that brought him the closest and yet he's still here. They're fighters, that's for sure.

He stops at the hand on his arm, turning back to Blurr.

"You don't have ta go either." He's slowly sitting back down. "I worry cause I know ya cared too." His expression softens. "You woulda been good for him too. Anybody that you wind up with, will be one lucky bot." He shofts his own hand to put it on Blurr's shoulder.

[raceme]

Seriously. Is like the universe has a vendetta against them. What doesn't kill you will probably try again makes you stronger.

Blurr slowly moves away his hand until it rests on his lap. He's not sure if Bulk's words about Wheeljack make him feel better or worse but he sure doesn't believe the last part. Nobody seemed interested on him, that 'lucky bot' idea was foolish. He's silent for a few seconds again, looking tired.

"I still want to be friends with you...I just need a little time."

[neverputincharge]

It really is. Once of these times their luck is going to run out. Seems like you can only brush death so many times.

Yeah, maybe he should've waited longer. He's at least trying. But what do you say to the other guy that was interested in the guy you're with? He nods and let's his own hand drop.

"I'll leave ya alone till I hear from ya." He stands up again.

[raceme]

Don't say that out loud, just in you jinx it.

"Bulk...head, _{that's not what} I meant. I already told you that you can stay. It's just that I never...back home all was so different...and then here all was...and I never.. had all that many friends to begin with and I was never with anybody before...and...Wheeljack..eh.." Blurr shakes his head, knowing he's not making any sense.

"Neverminditsnotimportant." Legs slightly shaky, he stands up and tries to focus. "You stay, I go. I'm sure Miko would like you to hear her play, and I didn't really feel like partying much in the first place. "