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

action/prose/HAVE AT THEE

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

The wall would have probably been better suited to Ambulon's status as someone who was relatively bad at socializing. But, man, they didn't have nice, comfy chairs and drinks over there. Drinks and liquor being the most important part. He... still wasn't sure why he came. And why he was still wearing that... that thing Barricade got him, but... Well, a good cube or two should make sense of everything, right? Right.

[sciencetank]

Ah, there was a face he knew. He'd gotten up to locate another drink, and look for Smokescreen, or Magnus, but... he pauses, and inclines his head to the medic, politely.

"I hadn't expected to see you here."

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon paused mid-drink, lowered his cube. "Yeah," he said, and smiled lopsidedly. "I'm surprised, myself. Truth be told, I'm... still not sure why I'm here." He tugged at the obnoxious feather boa around his neck. "And I still don't know why I agreed to wear this."

BUT ANYWAY. "And, pardon me, but I'm also a little surprised to see you here as well."

[sciencetank]

One of Perceptor's optics twitched in what appeared to be a raised eyebrow. "I wasn't going to comment on it," he said, mildly. Though there was a definite note of amusement in his voice. "Though I do believe it suits you, to a degree."

Whether or not he was entirely serious... remained to be seen.

"I'm here on something of a mission. Keeping an eye on someone, actually."

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon shifted in his seat. "Is this a top super secret mission?" he asked, half-smiling. "Or are you feeling a little talkative?" He offered Perceptor another drink--proper lubrication for a conversation, after all.

[sciencetank]

"Not at all." He paused. "To the first question, not the latter."

He nodded, and accepted the drink, taking a seat beside the medic without ceremony. "I suppose someone roped you into this?"

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon smirked. "Right," he said. Not that he minded. Wasn't any of his business, anyway. He... didn't know how to answer Perceptor's question, however. "Hmm," he mumbled, thoughtfully, fingers sliding against the glass, "... not entirely? I guess I just thought I'd try doing something... different."

So far he wasn't missing out on anything.

[sciencetank]

"Things getting a bit dull lately?" he asked, somewhat cheerfully.

He leaned back in his chair, hands curled around his drink. Though, it probably wouldn't be a bad thing, if matters quieted down. Especially from someone in a medic's line of work. He crossed one leg over the other, primly enough.

"I take it you haven't found need to use the... device... I provided you?"

Which would also be good.

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon wasn't sure how to phrase "I have really no hobbies outside of work" right without sounding horribly lonely and pathetic. So he just shrugged and said, "Work's been slow now that the monsters have all been cleared out."

He paused. "No," he said. "But I keep it close by at all times." Ambulon sighed into his drink. "At least my paranoia's dwindled some." He looked to Perceptor. "You build anything interesting and exciting lately?"

[sciencetank]

"I suppose that's rather a blessing, isn't it? One can't survive well, if one is constantly working on dying bodies, can they?" he said, and there was an odd... jovial tone to his words. He might as well have been discussing something amusing.

But then, he sobers considerably.

"Good. That you've never needed it so far. Hopefully, it will remain that way." He took a long drink before replying further, frowning into the glass. "I was held as the prisoner of an oversized core slug for nearly a month. It's... safe to say that, no, I haven't had time to build anything of note lately."

KHAAAAAAAN <--bc why should whirl make sense?

[whirlybird_of_prey]

Oh, hey, guess what, Ambules? You're done with that cube. Because Whirl's going to reach over your shoulder and swipe it from you and down it in a gulp. His hat currently reads DANCE MASTAH.

"Thanks for your contribution to the Autobot cause."

What? He's thirsty.

I find this funny because this is the second time KHAAAN has appeared in my subject titles recently

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon was still staring at his empty hands, confused. Oh, right, Whirl. Made sense. He turned to regard the crazy cyclops with a wry grin. "You know there's plenty to go around," he said. Then he saw the hat Whirl was wearing and just... sort of frowned. "That's... nice."

So says the one in the feather boa.

it's so you?

[whirlybird_of_prey]

"Yeah but what's the fun in that?" Seriously. Legally obtained engex acquired through a polite and mannered exchange? Are you trying to kill him with boredoms?

"'Sides, now you can drink this." He whisks out from under that MAGNIFICENT hat, an ominously glowing cube, with a distinct air of challenge.

AW THAT'S SO SWEET :3c

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon would have commented on his previous comment but his mouth remained open, silent, once he laid eyes on the glowing cube. His jaw clenched shut two seconds later, and he gave Whirl that familiar Look.

"You have got to be kidding me," Ambulon sighed. "You know damn well I won't drink some-- What is that anyway?"

[whirlybird_of_prey]

SUCH IS WHIRL'S POWAH. He can cut off argument by the sheer power of his crazazy.

It's a gift.

Don't tell him what he damn well doesn't know, though.

"You won't drink something your BFF Whirl gives you?" You wound him. Deeply. He'll splay a hand on his chassis--over the guns. Poor Whirl.( ; <--him crying )

He snickers. "We call it The Violator."

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon wasn't sure what the Hell was going on, to be honest. I mean, really. What was happening here? I mean, he knew it was Whirl, but this is like... Whirl coupled with an acid trip.

And Ambulon would usually feel so sorry for hurting your feelings, Whirl, but you... You tend to make that a bit hard for him.

"Oh, with a name like that, I can't see why anyone would be suspicious." Ambulon's optics turned to slits. "What's in it, Whirl?" God, and he hoped it wasn't something that was once alive.

HAVES AT

[invisiblepinkboat]

"There you are," said Elita, having made a circuit or two of the place already, inbetween being... accosted (or, admittedly, "accosting" other people) a few times. Her optics widen and brighten quite a bit at the sight of what Ambulon was wearing, but there's no further betrayal of her surprise - or, indeed, any possible amusement - in her expression or voice.

"Decided to come, then?"

And apparently stuck with the strangest thing as a decoration to get past the door.

HHHH SEMPAI

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon noticed the quick look she'd given his feather boa. All at once, he suddenly felt very self-conscious. "Yeah," he said, finally, slowly pulling the boa off from around his neck.

His optics turned to her own attire, and it was... quite lovely. Ambulon bunched the boa behind his back and tired to appear aloof and at ease. Because that's what parties were for, or whatever. "Would you like to sit?" he asked, gesturing to the empty chair beside him.

Shh, just come here~

[invisiblepinkboat]

"Actually..." Trailing off, Elita came close enough to lean her hip against the table and held a hand out; while she normally would've taken the offer to sit without pause, she did want to try this first.

She'd had some practice, now, and it was a nice thing to do, and partly what this thing was for, right?

"Would you like to dance, Am?" The shortening of Ambulon's name slipped out easily, without much thought. This tended to happen, after all, and hopefully he wouldn't mind.

G-GOLLY

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon's optics widened. The nickname was one thing (he was still getting used to it with Vandal), but... W-Wait, she was asking him for a dance?

"I-I'm afraid I don't know how to dance," Ambulon said, staring at her hand. He didn't know what to do - s-should he stand up and take her hand anyway? But then that would look weird, just standing there, holding her hand in a motionless handshake.

c;

[invisiblepinkboat]

Elita just laughed, slow and quiet, shook her helm and kept her hand out, not yet withdrawing the offer. She was willing to wait for a bit.

"And I've only just had some practice myself, but otherwise I don't know either. I'm sure we can manage anyway. It's supposed to be a dance, right?" tilting her helm as she spoke, Elita shifted her 'wings' in a shrug.

;w;

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon swallowed. This... Oh, God, was he actually considering doing this? He stared at Elita's hand for a moment (was it going to do tricks or not?) before slowly, ever so slowly, slipping his hand into hers. Oh, no, oh no no. He was gonna make a fool out of himself, he just knew it. But Elita was not one to mock or tease him - not in a spiteful, hurtful manner - and plus, wow, she looked... really lovely in her attire and... Okay, Ambulon squeezed her hand; let's do this.

[invisiblepinkboat]

She stood still as Ambulon slowly slid his hand into his; the hesitation was obvious and she didn't want to just assume and pressure him into coming, but when he finally squeezed her hand, Elita broke out in a bright smile.

"Fantastic. We can go find somewhere as secluded as possible." One optic flickering compared to the other, Elita partly turned and gently pulled Ambulon along with her. She hadn't had much practice dancing at all, but Optimus had managed to impart a few steps, and dancing freeform with Arcee had also helped.

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon kept quiet for the most part, just following along like a confused little kid. He left the boa back in his chair, but... Well, he didn't miss it. Just hopefully no one would notice him lacking any formal attire. He smirked, his hand still gently squeezing hers. "I think that's for the best," he said, "I'd like to embarrass myself as little as possible."

[invisiblepinkboat]

"Especially since that wouldn't be the point." No, she didn't want to embarrass him, just have a bit of fun with someone she considered a good friend. Finding a spot along the wall further away from most people and partly shielded by a pillar, it was probably as secluded as it was going to get.

Tugging them around so they were facing each other, Elita grinned while she waited for the song to wind down and switch.

"Ready?" The few dances she'd done so far she'd had other people lead, but she wasn't incapable of it.