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

[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?

[raceme]

[The hand startled it but BLurr blinked and tried to look nonchalant.] Ah!... WheeljackhiIdidnthearyouapproaching...ehm...hello.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Ah..yeah, I can be sneaky if I try hard enough.

...




You okay?

[raceme]

I can tell. [He shifted his weight from wheel to wheel, but he was equally uncomfortable on each.]

It's been a complicated week, that's all. I'm not really a party bot either, I feel out of place.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

...Yeah, I feel ya there. Not really one for parties myself.

[At least ones where drinking wasn't the main focus.]

[raceme]

We never celebrated them in my world.

[Blurr had been eying the bar, he will end there at some point of the night.]

Did you get my Valentine's present? I wasn't sure if you would like it.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Same. We just went and got drunk.

[PARTY ANIMALS.]

...That's what I came to talk to ya about.

[He'd had a hard time FINDING Blurr since then.]

[raceme]

I didn't even do that back home.

[The frat Boys of the Autobot faction.]

Ah. What is it? I thought you would like some sort of weapon rather than anything more fancy.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[He seems to be thinking about how to react. How did you exactly...do this? He'll just whing it, as he's always done. His arms wrap around the smaller bot, pulling him close.]

Heh, I loved it, Blurr. More than ya know.

[But his face drops.]

I'm sorry...about everythin'.

[raceme]

[There's no resistance from Blurr. He gives Wheeljack a worried look, confused.]

Wheeljack I...don't quite understand why are you apologizing.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

...Just feels right, yannow? Like...like I should.

[That head tilts down.]

Don't think it's cause I don't like ya, Blurr.

[raceme]

[Blurr frowns slightly and once he gets what the wrecker is saying he just looks down, closing his optics for a moment as the pain stirrs inside his spark.]

Ah...Bulkhead told you. [He should have known better than get his hopes up, really, he only has himself to blame. What’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it? Probably knowing that the other person would never be truly happy with you. And that's not what Blurr wants.]

It's alright. I want you to be happy, no matter what that means. I wanted you to find someone who will treat you with all the love you deserve, someone who will keep the stupid idea that you don't matter out of your head. He can do it, and for that I'm happy.

[He keeps quiet after that, for unrequited love does not die; it's only beaten down to a secret place where it hides.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[How to explain it...Wheeljack thinks a moment, trying his best to articulate himself as best he can. It's not easy.]

Frag it, Blurr...

[Wow, less than a second in.]

It's not you. I'm just...I've never done this before. And gettin...two? Both of ya? At the same time... Goin' from centuries of havin' no one to suddenly two mechs. It's overwhelming, as fraggin' embarrassin' as it is to admit.

I just...can't handle both of you. It's not fair to you or Bulk. I'm not gonna say you deserve better, even if I think that. But I think you got more potential goin' for you than just me.

[raceme]

I'm tired of hearing that, stop putting yourself down. I told you already, you are who I want. And, if something, I'm the one who doesn't deserve you.

[It's fine. Certain things are hard to express, he's having the same problem.]I understand. The last thing I want is to make you, or him, ^{uncomfortable. He was always there first} and I guess he will always be.

[If there's no place for him then Blurr won't force himself into a relationship where he's not welcome.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

I don't mean it like that, Blurr. I mean, you really need someone stable. It's not a cry for any self-esteem boostin' from me. Just telling ya...

[He stops there, giving Blurr another squeeze.]

I have to really take things slow.

[raceme]

Right. [Oh yeah, I'm such a catch, Blurr tells to himself. That totally explain why is he so good at relationships. He feels really tired all of sudden.]

Okay. I..hope it works for you two. [He leans his forehead against Wheeljack's chest and sighs slightly.] We can still talk?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Those hands rest on Blurr's back, looking down at him sadly.]

You bet, Blurrk. You know how much trouble I get into.

[raceme]

I will have to handcuff you to a temple one day. You would probably blow up the temple to get away, though. [After a few seconds he looks up again, smiling slightly.] It was nice _{while it} lasted. I don't regret what it happened.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Probably. I hate bein' in one place for too long.

[A soft smile back.]

I'm still here for ya, bud.

[raceme]

I noticed. [he can't stop the sad reply, sorry Wheeljack.]

Hm.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[It's okay, he expects it.]

...Well. I think the bar's callin' for me.

[raceme]

[Blurr nods. He's trying to smile back avian, but it's hard.]

I'll see you around.