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

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.

[arnhaid]

Hn?

[He shifts, looking down at the BP unit. Oh, it's this kid. Something like a smirk flits over his face, and he nods to Power Joe.]

Hey. How come you're not out there, playin' around?

[kungfugeek]

Me? Making sure nothing goes down.

...Besides. Not like I'm alive. I can't REALLY party.

[Arcee made that clear, and even if he buried that and ignored it for most of the evening...it still stung.]

[arnhaid]

You takin' up some bouncer work? Need a little more armor on you for that one.

[He says it lightly, teasing. But, the next words make him scowl.]

Say what?

[kungfugeek]

Hey, I can hold my own! Not always about taking hits. If you dish out your own fast enough, doesn't matter what kind of armor you got.

[PJ doesn't exactly know the rules of bouncering. But Kagerou was RIGHT THERE...]

Yeah. I'm not one of you guys, obviously.

[arnhaid]

Unless the other guy's just as fast. And heavier. They got all kinds, on the other side.

[Meaning the WAR, but.]

Besides, unless you can throw a good punch, keep your head down.

[His scowl deepens.]

... And?

[kungfugeek]

...I guess you're right on that part...

[Thankfully, Ironhide's description is just vague enough to work!]

I prefer Kung Fu!

[...And then he looks back at him.]

Humans made me. Some of you Cybertronians or whatever consider that an insult. Like I'm a toy.

[arnhaid]

... Kung what?

[You're going to have to explain that one to him, PJ. He doesn't even remember going to Earth, much less weird things like that.]

[The next part earns a snort and a scoff.]

Different worlds. Different rules. Ain't that how this place works?

[He looks to PJ.]

If I decked you one in the face, would it hurt?

[kungfugeek]

Kung Fu! It's a way of fighting!

[And...here it comes. PJ holds up his hands and makes...that noise.. You know the one.]

HIIIYAH!!

[That one.]

...

[But his hands drop down as he listens to Ironhide, tilting his head slightly to the side. Different rules... could it really be just that simple?]

Uh...Yeah. It'd hurt a lot.

[arnhaid]

[Ironhide's expression remains... fairly impassive. At least, until that noise.]

[Then he just looks... embarrassed. On Power Joe's behalf.]

Uh. Does it always... make that kind of noise?

[He nods, though, thoughtfully.]

If I socked a toy in the face, you think it's gonna get hurt? Feel hurt, I mean?

[kungfugeek]

Of course!

[They all did it in the movies, after all.]

...I guess not...

[He's starting to see where you're going with this.]

So you're not offended or anything?

[arnhaid]

... Uh huh. Good luck with that one, kid.

[He shakes his head. He's not even going to touch that. Not right now.]

So, if it'd hurt you to get punched in your face... you must not be a toy then, eh?

[The question earns a skeptical scowl -- Ironhide has a variety of the same expression, somehow.]

The scrap am I gonna be offended about?

[kungfugeek]

[Thankfully the latter subject is more important.]

...I guess not. That's all it takes? The ability to feel?

...

I guess it's an insult if you have something based off your likeness made by humans.

[arnhaid]

Well, yeah. Why not?

[Ironhide is probably not the best 'bot to be talking about "Life-The-Universe-And-Everything" with. At least he believes he's right...]

Kid, I barely know what a human is. How am I gonna be offended by something I met a couple weeks ago?

[kungfugeek]

...Everyone else seemed to know what they were.

[He gives a shrug, looking back at the crowd.]

I won't complain.

[arnhaid]

... Yeah, well. Everyone else is kind of a different story than me.

[Everyone else isn't missing a chunk of memories.]

Good. I hate complainin'.

[kungfugeek]

...C'mon, let's get a drink, old man.

[He nudges Ironhide gently, starting to walk forward.]

Or I'll grab one for you.

[arnhaid]

[He squints, but follows anyway, even his posture skeptical.]

There ain't no way you're old enough to go drinking.

[kungfugeek]

[What are you, his dad?]

Do I look like some kind of kid to you?

[arnhaid]

[He is now.]

Yep. Sure do.

[kungfugeek]

[Arnhaid, you're best dad ever. He'll make you a macaroni picture and everything.]

Hey, I'm a member of the Brave Police!!

[arnhaid]

And?

[You still act like a big kid, PJ.]

[kungfugeek]

[Only because you're like an old man.]

I'm not a kid!

[arnhaid]

Yeah, sure.

C'mon. You gettin' a drink or not?