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

[redshirtrobot]

[Knock Out might not be tall, but he is at perfect Vehicon-spotting height. And there just happens to be the lone Vehicon on the entire planet finally making his way onto the dance floor. He looks as uncertain as a mech in a silver mask can. Dancing is not quite something he's used to... but maybe Knock Out can help with that.

Once the Vehicon spots him, that is. He makes his way over, whirling out of the way of other people on the dance floor.]

Ah, sir. I wasn't sure if you were going to be here or not.

[deadlydoctor]

[Knock Out turns to face the voice, more than a bit surprised to see the vehicon. He smiles, he's got used to ]

I wouldn't have missed it for the world. For once something interested and not deathly is happening, we need to take advantage of it. You know how to dance?

[redshirtrobot]

That's very true. And this... this is a lot nicer than what usually happens around here.

[Oh, dancing. Er... Fracas cautiously lowers his fedora over his visor a little bit and shakes his head.]

I don't. I was hoping to learn, though. Since this is a dance and all.

[deadlydoctor]

I don't know about you but I could live with more parties and less murderous giant insects.

[Well, look at that. Vehicons ca be cute shy, color Knock Out impressed. That smile turns into a smirk, but the expression of his eyes soften the mischievous look.]

Then ask.

[redshirtrobot]

Oh, definitely. I'm. Not the biggest fan of giant insects.

[Even those dirty, rotten Insecticons. Fracas tips his head a bit, ticking his claws together for a moment. He's much less nervous asking other mechs for help than he is his own officers, it would seem.]

Would you help me learn to dance? Knock Out, sir.

[deadlydoctor]

Who could be? [Knock Out know that this is a dislike they share. Insecticons were disgusting and he's not shy about voicing his opinion.

All thigns considered, KO was pretty approachable unless you messed up with his finish.]

There, it wasn't all that hard wasn't it? I will. [to song playing was upbeat, but not too fast. Perfect for a quick lesson.]

[redshirtrobot]

I don't know. I don't know how anyone could stand working with them, either. [Fracas is more shy about it... up to a point. Sometimes, you just have to voice your revulsion.]

... A little. You're kind of intimidating. [Though, to be fair, that's true of all the officers.

Lucky for them the song is a good choice and the Vehicon learns fairly quickly.]

[deadlydoctor]

No one can, that's probably why they live in swarms. Disgusting beasts, let's hope no one arrives here. [Feel free to voice it to your heard content, fracas.]

We are Decepticons, we gotta be intimidating. [Case in point.

Ko explain the basic position and actually tries to make it easy to understand.] The key is basically to relax and follow the rhythm of the movie. Let's see how you move your hips. Rotate them, mostly.

[redshirtrobot]

Yeah. Don't need any of them trashing the place up. [Though he does dip his head slightly again, embarrassed.] Sorry. I really shouldn't be questioning Lord Megatron's choice of... minions.

If there were nineteen more of me I might be. [KO you do not need multiples to be scary.

Fracas listens and tries to couple it with what he's learned from Kay. Rhythm and hips. Right. He cocks his head, listening for the beat and starts to sway his hips in time, as requested.

If nothing else, he has Dem Hips down.]

[deadlydoctor]

He's not here and I wont' tell her. Question ti as much as you want. [Primus knows that Knock Out complained to Megatron's face. Not like it changed anything, though.]

If there were nineteen more of you I would have to repaint you to tell you apart. [What can he say? it's natural talent.]

You are almost there but you need to relax more for the movement, it still look strained. [Knock out puts his hands on Fracas's hips, rotating them in the right direction.] Like this. Try again.

[redshirtrobot]

Oh, well. Thank you. I... appreciate it. [He's not nearly bold enough to say something to Megatron himself, but at least having someone to commiserate with is an improvement.]

That would ruin our intimidation factor, I think. The whole 'scary faceless army' thing we try to do.

[He squeaks in surprise when Knock Out puts his hands on his hips, but moves with their push. Fracas even glances down to watch it. Okay. Now that he knows how that's supposed to look and feel...] Ah. Thank you... All right. So it's- [And he tries again, much more smoothly this time.]

[deadlydoctor]

No problem. [Knock Out should be wiser than that, but his temper gets the best of him often.]

Hm, good point.

[Knock out looks up and smirks. Why so nervous, fracas? It's just some friendly touching. To help you.]My pleasure. And who's your date, by the way?

[redshirtrobot]

[At least someone is saying something to him?]

I figured. I mean, I know everyone gets confused... and it apparently doesn't work... but.

[It's the principle of the thing. And if Fracas was capable, he would be blushing beet red behind that mask. Even if it is just friendly and to help him. Which he's sure it is, totally.] Shockwave. The big one, not ours. But he's. Not much of a dancer. [That and huge size differences.] Honestly I think he only came 'cause I asked him.

[deadlydoctor]

[Yeah. For what is worth.]

It work in some level. Humans do get scared.

[Knock Out gets it, surprisingly enough. The medic is trying not chuckle at the sound he received from the other mech. His touch is complexity innocent, honestly ~.]

....

You did WHAT?

[redshirtrobot]

Well, that's because we're taller than them...

[Big and scary robots are big and scary no matter HOW they look.

He can't help the noise. Intimate touches are surprising still, even if they're completely innocent. Which he assumes (perhaps wrongly).]

... I invited Shockwave as my date?

[deadlydoctor]

And stronger. And more deathly. Yet some of them are still dangerous.

[And then there's Starscream...]

But.....why?

[redshirtrobot]

That's why I stay out of their way. Especially the small ones, they seem to... drag Autobots out of thin air.

[And THAT is horrifying. And so is Starscream.]

Well... he's just been so nice to me, and we're kind of... seeing each other?

[Yes, Knock Out. The Vehicon is dating a Megatron's second-in-command.]

[deadlydoctor]

It's like they can summon them, yes. [So weird. Ko still wonder why Autobots keep the fleshies as pets.]

[Yup.]

...

[Congrats, Fracas. You broke him.]

[redshirtrobot]

[Oh dear. Oh no he broke Knock Out.

... what's the penalty for breaking an officer's processor anyway.

Oh, nevermind. He cautiously raises his hands, hesitant to touch the other bot's shoulders.]

Knock Out, sir? I-is everything all right?

[deadlydoctor]

[Yes, yes you did fracas.

His processor is stuck trying to process the new information because, really, Shockwave really?]

I...yeah..... [He blinks and straightens himself, frowning.] Have you lost your mind!?

[redshirtrobot]

Oh thank goodness I thought I broke you-

[Wait. Fracas straightens up slightly, cocking his head to the side.]

Lost my mind? Why would I have lost my mind?

[deadlydoctor]

Just a tiny bit.

[Knock out waves his hands. ]Because he's SHOCKWAVE. Mr I-only-care-for-science-and-logic!

[redshirtrobot]

Sorry sir.

[Fracas twitches back a bit, shrugging his shoulders.] It was his decision. And I don't mind if and when he decides our arrangement is illogical.

[deadlydoctor]

S'okay.

His dec...HE asked you out? Are you sure he doesn't want to experiment on you?

[redshirtrobot]

Of course he asked me out. A Vehicon asking an officer out is dangerous.

... why does everyone think he's experimenting on me. He's been training me to fight. It would be silly to invest all that time on me and then... take me apart or whatever.