re_alignment_logs | A formal dance.

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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Familiarity. Amazing.]

Wrex. Good to see you making your rounds. Here I thought you'd avoid a function like this. Have a drink?

[You're already behind. Better catch up, mister. Don't want a human out-drinking you.]

[Catch up he will. Wrex grabs the drink, slugging it down.]

I had a feeling you'd be here. And Garrus, maybe.

[Wrex slams the counter top, keep 'em coming.]

[If she didn't know better, that would seem like a challenge. But with the redundant systems Krogan had, Shepard knew there was no way he could out drink her friend. She could at least keep up for a while, though. Another shot sounded great.]

Haven't seen him.

[The response was short, almost dismissive. She was a big girl, no use crying over love lost.]

What do you make of this place?

[You bet it's a challenge. And knowing Shepard, seeing the commander drunk is a real treat.]

He's been holed up most of the time here.

[He chugs down his shot.]

It's gray, tough, filled with hostile creatures, and a bleak atmosphere. It's almost like Tuchunka.

[Are you really sure you want to see Shepard drunk while she's wearing that dress, Wrex? It could be more than you ever wanted to see.]

So just like home, huh?

[She chuckled, choosing a drink that would last her at least a few minutes next, drinking it at a steady pace.]

Is everything as a-ok as everyone tries to pretend it is?

[On second thought Wrex probably should have given this a second thought. Oh well, more drinks please.]

For the most part. Synthetics bickering at each other, humans just as crazy as you. Didn't expect to talk with a raccoon...or even meet one.

As crazy as me? I find that hard to believe. I was under the impression I was winning the "craziest human ever" award.

[It took her a moment to remember what a raccoon was, though.]

Were you drunk when this happened, Wrex?

This one human took out a giant synthetic with a cruiser.

[True story.]

One time, but the other times were sober. Think his name's rocket or something.

Rocket the raccoon? I think you were just drunk.

[Who the hell used alliteration like that anymore? Oh, her drink was empty. Time for another shot!]

[Shepard was quiet as she stared into the bottom of the shot glass for a moment.]

Does it make me racist if I don't trust synthetics on principle?

You think I'd make up a name that stupid?

[Wrex will top you off with two more.]

Makes you reasonable. Some of these synthetics...well, I wouldn't be exaggerating when I say something's wrong with them.

Maybe... [Don't worry, she knows you're smarter than that, despite your race.]

I'm trying to give them the benefit of the doubt, but...

[Oh, when did this drink appear in front of her? Yes please.]

Well, some feelings die hard.

Know what you mean.

[mazing how all these drinks came in. He's starting to feel a little tingly.]

Like with the salarians.

Or the geth.

[Hint, hint Shepard.]

Or Asari, or Volus or Turians! Everyone has a damn agenda. You can't trust anyone that isn't trying to kill you, because at least you know how they feel about you.

[Oh geez, her head. Maybe she should slow down a bit, because her face was starting to feel numb and she knew she was saying stupid things.]

Wrex... You're one of the only people I trust. You and Joker. And Mordin. And Tali. Everyone else can just...

[She throws a drink over her shoulder to show how she feels.]

Yeah. That's for them. Wasted time, wasted drinks.

That's politics, just a polite way to ride your ass.

[...surprising coming from Shepard, almost. Wrex will take it in stride.]

Didn't think you were so soft on me, Shepard.

[You just earned a glare, Wrex.]

I have emotions too. But if you ever tell anyone else, I'll make sure you never reproduce. And I've done a hell of a lot to make sure you can.

[Sometimes she felt like she did more for the Krogans than her own species.]

You once said I was a sister to you. And you're a brother to me. Even if you don't remember half the hell we've been through.

[A sly chuckle before downing one more glass. But if anything he feels a little profoundly touched--but let's not get into that, shalle we? Emotions are too much.]

I may not remember anything or it's a different time or whatever, but I do trust you, Shepard.

If you got us through hell and back I bet you could go charging through the void and make it your own.

[The booze must be kicking in.]

[Yeah, she's thinking she might have to start slowing down now. After all, she only has one liver.]

Hm. Maybe. Maybe I'll try it sometime. But only if I have my crew by my side.

A formal dance.

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