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

Barricade / anyone that ordered things get over here!

[namesnotprowl]

[Anyone that requested something from Barricade and didn't pick their attire up earlier will find him here with a crate containing their order. That is, if you recognize him with the all-black color scheme, only accented by his usual chrome details. One of his hands is closed over the intricate handle of a cane, and sitting on his shoulder is his Lensmeter Howlback, with a tiny black tophat on his head.

If you ordered something, assume he got it finished.
... except you, Ambulon. You said 'surprise me' so he decided to. You poor thing.]

[perfavore]

Polizia.

[He has to compliment you on your 'attire', Barricade. You certainly went all out.]

Eccellente. Paint job is..more subtle than before.

[namesnotprowl]

What, this old thing? I just had it laying around~

[He keeps a lot of alternate paintjobs stored, this one just happened to clash the least with his cane.]

And if I remember correctly, I owe you a mask.

[Which he presently pulls out of the crate. It is to specifications, with a few minor additions; it attaches via two delicate gold chains with weak magnets on the ends... and has a pair of long bronze feathers arching up not unlike antenna.]

[perfavore]

I have to wonder if it was for aesthetic purposes or merely messing with Earth's humans.

[He wouldn't put it past him for either.]

Ah! Molto bene.

[He looks at the mask, intrigued by it as he inspects it. There's a soft chuckle at the feathers--it makes his wings flutter just looking at it.]

Personal touch?

[namesnotprowl]

Little of column A... and you missed column C entirely.

[He'd like 'ways to escape a city blockade' for $500]

Heh. It seemed like an appropriate choice, and since you left the details to me...

[He decided on a little bit of a tweak for the design since Mirage is awfully (adorably) beetle-like.]

You're just lucky I went elegant instead of kitschy~

[perfavore]

[Holding it between two fingers, he reached up and placed it on his helm, surprised to find how easily it fit to his metal. Barricade was a natural, after all.]

I appreciate the lean towards elegance, polizia.

How do I look?

BUT DOES THE BOA DISAPPEAR AT THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon had come as he promised, though... still wondered why. ... Actually, he didn't promise anyone anything. Ah, well. He was here now, might as well... stay or something. First, however, to collect his formal wear from Barricade. Otherwise Vandal would probably kick his ass out. Which wouldn't have been-- No, no. He was going to stay, dammit.

Speak of the devil - Ambulon approached Barricade, trying not to look as awkward and out of place as he felt. "I do hope you still plan to surprise me," he said, though uh, wasn't sure he meant it. Barricade was a good guy, really - probably had good intentions for him.

UNFORTUNATELY NOT. CAN'T EVEN MAKE SOMETHING TURN INTO A PUMPKIN

[namesnotprowl]

Barricade is the sort of mech you have to choose your phrasing carefully with. The bridge crew of the Nemesis could tell some horror stories on that very subject, probably. Sadly no one here has really learned that fact yet. Ambulon is just about to, though. While he may have good intentions... he also has intentions to be entertained. Barricade grins when he sees the other medic.

"I have indeed planned on that." It had been a miracle that he found enough purple paint and flexible enough metal to build the boa... with some help from Howlback. Invaluable assistance from the little guy. And he pulls out the boa presently. "So. Surprised?"

SOB MY DREAM HAS BEEN CRUSHED

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon was... Well, not really surprised, more just... Confused? He didn't really recognize this type of attire. Hadn't seen any of the humans around here wear it. That, and he hadn't done much research on their clothing. "It..." Nonetheless, it did look kind of... something.

Ambulon reached over, touching the feathery boa. "What... What do I do with it?" he asked, and wasn't quite sure he wanted to do anything with it.

SORRY CINDERELLA

[namesnotprowl]

"'S called a boa. You put it around your neck." This is why people have to be more careful about what they say to him. "It ain't gonna hurt you." Barricade has been around humans and their - admittedly odd - fashion choices for far too long.

But hey. Doing something silly is worth it, for the look on Ambulon's face.

AT LEAST SAY I GET SOME GLASS SLIPPERS COME ON

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon studied the feathery object in his hands. As if it would, indeed, come alive like some reptile and bite his face off. Well, at least it kind of worked with his old new paintjob? He looked to Barricade, an expression half-apologetic and half-"do I really have to?" However, well... Whatever. Not like it mattered in the end.

Ambulon slowly put the boa around his neck. It felt funny, but... "You still plan on taking me for a dance?" he chortled. "Or can I pay you back another time?" Like, with, um... a pretty rock or something.

[rednotbluethx]

Frenzy could afford to spare a few minutes before going back to his rad turntables. Had to do a little exchange first.

The Cassetticon smiled up at Barricade. "Ya got the stuff?" His voice was greasy as well. Turning this into some sort of drug transaction. He kept the rusty spherical object in one hand; he was keeping his end of the deal. Time to pay up, prickly boy.

[ooc: also also - this beautiful thing.]

[namesnotprowl]

Ah-hah. So here is the mech himself. And he has just the thing, too. Barricade crouches down, digging into the crate.

"If you've got my payment," he replies, equally comfortable with this sort of talk. Sleazy deals with the crooked police officer; it's one of his favorite movie tropes. He closes his claws along said attire, pausing before bringing it out. "Exchange on three?"

[rednotbluethx]

Frenzy grinned. "One," he started, and then he threw the piece of junk into the air. He was pretty sure Barricade would catch it. Meanwhile, he quickly made a beeline for the hat, latching onto both it and the large, pointy-pointy hand.

[namesnotprowl]

Oh, Frenzy. You are lucky Barricade was expecting that. His free hand lashes out, nabbing the bit of equipment out of the air... and he divides his optics into two vertical pairs - one on the equipment and the other on Frenzy. You sly thing you. "Should be careful grabbin' my hand like that. Those claws ain't for show.

[HOHO hope that wasn't too invasive orz]

[rednotbluethx]

"Yea, yea," Frenzy said, hardly afraid. He tugged at the hat. "This better be what I was askin' fer. An' ain't torn no holes in it." His attention turned back to the tool in Barricade's hand. "I dinnit mess wit' dat too much, either."

Re: Barricade / anyone that ordered things get over here!

[deadlydoctor]

You look like a pimp fashionista, Barricade. [Which is Knock Out's way of saying that it's a look you got here. He came to see if his cuffs are ready.]

[namesnotprowl]

Oh, you're too kind, Knock Out. This little paintjob was already in the closet~ [The cane is absolutely new, though.] Came f'r the cuffs, then?

[deadlydoctor]

I know. [Have a smirk. He's being playful and he's glad some other (ex) Decepticon can keep up with him being...him.] It looks delightful. And what an intricate cane.

Yes. We can't have a party f we are not dressed for the occasion.

[namesnotprowl]

Oh, I do try. Figured I should go for something that matched me fairly well. [That complicated design all of those from the Bayverse have.] And you are looking lovely as always.

Certainly can't, no. [And, since the size was small enough, he stored those in his chest compartment.]

[deadlydoctor]

Very classy. [Bayverse so special. Allow Knock Out to take a better look at the cane and make an approving sound. Then eh smiles widely at Barricade.] I buffed myself for the occasion.

Oh, sweet.

[raceme]

[Have a blue mech approaching you and looking the most unsure, Barricade.]

Good evening Cade. You look impressive.

[namesnotprowl]

Flattering me. Funny how a few tweaks and one accessory can change things, huh?

[Howlback whistles and chirps from his spot on Barricade's shoulder, waving one little claw. Hello there, tiny blue guy!]

I've got your headdress ready t'go.

[raceme]

Only speaking the truth. You added those to an already good looking mech, it was meant to be a success.

[Blurr gets startled and then he wavesback at the creature. Who are you, little guy?] ...hi.

Ohthatsgreat.

[namesnotprowl]

Blurr, meet my assistant, Howlback. Does repairs in spots I can't reach, and did all the detail work on the formal wear too tiny for my claws t'boot.

[And the little fella even takes off his hat and tips it to Blurr, blinking the red optics behind those huge 'spectacles'.]

Lemme just get it out. [brb dipping to get into the crate]