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

[place_in_the_sun]

She shouldn't laugh: it was rude. And she was hiding around one of the lintels in the doorway, just to see this 'formal dance'. They didn't have this in the Leaf Village, not with hats and dresses and the positively intimidating mass of flowers that the white robot by the door was holding.

She definitely shouldn't laugh, but she was, because the things seemed to burst out of him like a showman's trick confetti.

[skidaddle]

Obviously, the dance must have already been underway because he could hear people inside enjoying themselves.

Or, at least, one person was laughing.

They didn't seem far enough away to be inside, however, and so after a moment of looking around--and then down--he spotted the laughter's source.

Then, he smirked.

"See one that you fancy?"

[place_in_the_sun]

She tried to duck back around the lintel, but too late. "I-I didn't mean anything, it just looked so funny!"

Especially that top hat looking thing that seems stuck on one of his shoulder pieces.

[skidaddle]

"Maybe that's just the kind of guy I am."

It would have been nice to know for certain, actually, but he could take a good guess.

"But, really, it isn't. I'll have you know I'm serious, all of the time."

He was also, apparently, not above lying. However, he hadn't noticed the wayward hat yet.

"You're human, right?" Crouching, he decided to get a better look. He was still having trouble telling people apart, but that was just because he hadn't figured out the human-tell yet. All aliens had one. Sometimes you could tell distinguish them by the number of whiskers, or the thickness of the forelegs. Sometimes, it was the smell.

He'd thought it was the hair at first, but it turned out that other than Saber humans only got one color to work with. This meant that Hinata would probably be scrutinized more than casually.

[place_in_the_sun]

"I don't think, well...maybe your kind can be serious all of the time." But even Kakashi-sensei had joked.

Once or twice.

She's trying really hard not to look at the hat, the way the long plume bobbles as he moves.

"Yes. I'm human. And I...I don't think I belong here."

[skidaddle]

"I'm going to guess you haven't met Ultra Magnus."

He notices she's looking at something--but when he turns to observe it, it moves just slightly out of his vision. Assuming that she's peering at one of the hats behind him, he selects out out of the pile, and turns back around to face the girl.

"You are hardly the only human." Reaching up, he plunked a small, purple riding hat onto her head. "And now you're dressed for the occasion...so what makes you say you don't belong?"