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

Smokescreen | Either or~

[shutupndrive]

Smokescreen wasn't really sure why he'd come. It was mostly because Sideswipe had been so eager for him to come because a bit part of the rookie was still content to just stay in Alpha Trion's temple and chill for awhile.

He needed to be social though, Smokescreen knew that, so he'd gone, snagging a hat at the front door and slipped inside.

Twirling said head piece around on his hand a bit he made his way over to the walls and just leaned back against one of them, content to just chill there for the time being.

Maybe he'd dance. Maybe.

[neverputincharge]

Bulkhead's glad to see the rookie out and about. He hasn't really seen him, besides on the link, for a while. When he gets a chance, he's heading over to where Smokescreen is by the wall.

"Hey, kid. Good to see ya out and about." He gives the younger bot a smile and reaches to try and clap him on the shoulder when he gets close enough.

[shutupndrive]

Smokescreen sways a bit when his shoulder is clapped, offering the other a small little grin as he finally stops spinning the hat around.

For now.

"Hey, Bulk. Figured I should make an appearance so no one started thinking I was dead or anything like that," he mused, doorwings twitching. "Enjoying yourself, big guy?"

[neverputincharge]

Bulkhead moves to stand near him, letting his hand drop after a moment.

"Hey, I know what temple yer in. Don't make me start goin' over and draggin' you out." He teases some. Sound slightly familiar, Smokescreen? "Yeah. Not great at dancin', but the high grade's nice, plus the music."

[shutupndrive]

"I dare you to try it, big guy," Smokescreen shot back with a small grin, bumping against the other slightly before looking out onto the dance floor again. "I'm sure with a few drinks in your system you could be a great dancer, Bulk. I mean, look at that human over there. I'm pretty sure she's just shuffling."

[neverputincharge]

"Oh is that a challenge?" He grins, nudging the younger bot in return. "A young bot like you oughtta be out doin' stuff, even with friends. Not hidin' away."

He looks back to the dance floor, focusing on said shuffling human. "Yeah, I might try. It doesn't look too hard. Maybe see if I can drag Jackie out there too." He looks thoughtful for a moment.

[shutupndrive]

"Slag right it is!" he quipped, doorwings twitching happily before his expression falters just a bit. "I know..I just...needed to clear my head I guess."

And figure out what the hell he was doing. A part of him really wanted to talk to Alpha Trion about all of this but he knew the other had more important things to worry about.

"You should~ Show us all how Wreckers do this party thing~"

[neverputincharge]

"Watch out from now on then." He grins, though it drops to a smile as Smokescreen's expression falters. "Yeah, I know how that is. Just don't ferget you got people that are willin' ta listen."

"I dunno, Jackie isn't much for parties. Much less dancin'. It'll be tricky."

[shutupndrive]

"I know..thanks, Bulk," he murmured, giving the other a faint, thankful smile. It meant a lot to him that the other had been there for him time and time again even if he couldn't remember Smokescreen from their home.

Needless to say, Smokescreen was always going to be a loyal friend to Bulkhead, that was for damn sure.

"That's what high grade's for."

[stabbywheelfeet]

Congratulations, Smokescreen. Your twirling that headpiece has attracted the attention of the one who lured you here.

Sideswipe isn't a stealth unit by any stretch of the imagination, but he does his best to creep up on the other Autobot. He prefers to make an entrance, after all. And what better way to do it than to sneak up on your intended quarry?

Once he's close enough, he throws his arms around one of Smokescreen's, leaning against the other body with a purr.

"Well, hello."

...

He may have had a few to drink already. Sorry, Smokescreen.

[shutupndrive]

The rookie startles and almost drops his hat, optics flickering as he looks down at the mech leaning against him--

Well hello to you too, Sideswipe.

"Handsome. I was wondering where you were," he mused and it was partly true. He had been keeping an optic out for the attractive mech. Lucky for him, the other had come to him.

Even if he was already ahead on drinks.

[stabbywheelfeet]

"You missed me?" he asks, and the words slur together a little. "How'd you miss me? I'm so damn shiny."

He shifts a little, and the panels on his back seem to flutter. It was true. He'd polished himself to a near mirror-shine all over. Anything to earn some well-deserved attention.

One arm drapes around Smokescreen's shoulders. "Why are you hiding?"

[shutupndrive]

"Yeah, you are, but unless you're right in the light I can't see you all that easily," Smokescreen mused, lips quirking into a lazy smirk because Sideswipe was amusing like this. He slid an arm around the other when an arm went around his own shoulders, not wanting his shiny companion to fall over or anything.

Seemed like a likely possibility, especially with those wheeled feet the other has.

"I'm not hiding. Just chilling out here is all."

No, he's hiding. He just doesn't want to admit it.

[stabbywheelfeet]

"Well then..."

He leans in, as if to speak a secret just to Smokescreen. His grin is broad, and more than a little flirtatious. Hands trail down the other 'bot's arm, wrapping loosely around his wrist, and giving a little tug.

"Why don't we go somewhere more... illuminated?"

Don't worry about those wheels. He's got balance systems to put cats to shame.

"Then you'll have no problem warming up, mm?"

[shutupndrive]

Smokescreen can't help but shiver a bit, not use to being touched like that by anyone and he kind of likes it, if the small rev his engine gives is any indication. He's not about to say no, either, when Sideswipe starts to tug him away from the wall, the rookie following without hesitation.

How can he say no to such a handsome bot?

"Don't think I will, no," he mused, smirking lazily at the other as his engine gives another little rev.

[stabbywheelfeet]

Sideswipe's engine answers -- he's more than used to this, and totally without personal boundaries. He sees nothing wrong with draping himself all over Smokescreen, and running his fingers all over that armor. He's all but snuggling up to him.

Even when they skate out onto the dancefloor. He pulls back slightly, his hand still on Smokescreen's. The music is still going, and he shifts from side to side in time, letting the lights play over his armor.

"Damn right you won't."

[robotfightclub]

[Well look who's here! Arcee can't believe how excited she is to actually see Smokescreen at a party. That's good, social interaction is healthy--Primus help her, she's starting to think like some kind of mom. Nope, going to stop that right now.]

Look at you. You're on a roll.

[shutupndrive]

Yeah, yeah. I can be pretty slaggin' social when I want to be, thank you very much.

[He huffs a bit but it's all in good fun, the rookie grinning at Arcee after a moment.]

Having a good time?

[sciencetank]

And there's precisely the 'bot he was here to look after. Perceptor was still at his post in one of the lounge chairs, sipping idly at his drink, and watching the festivities, datapad in hand. However, now that he knows where Smokescreen is, he glances over at him from time to time.

Eventually, he lifts a hand, waving to him.

If the young 'bot wishes to stick it out alone, there's no sense in pressuring him. Simply, he wants him to know he's present.

Just in case.

[shutupndrive]

He catches sight of the other when Perceptor waves, doorwings giving the slightest twitch then perk as he nods to the other, acknowledging him. Perceptor was one of the last mechs he ever expected to see at the dance but he wasn't upset to see him either; it was kind of comforting in a way.

Lingering where he was for a moment more, Smokescreen finally pushed away from the wall and made his way over to the scientist--carefully avoiding the dancefloor--grinning faintly at the older bot when he reaches his side.

"Hey, notdad. Didn't think I'd see you here."

[sciencetank]

When Smokescreen approaches, Perceptor shifts to one side ever so slightly. Just in case the young Autobot wants to take a seat as well. His attention flits back down to the datapad in hand.

"A new experiment, of sorts," he says, blithely ignoring the fact there's an empty cube perched on the table in front of him, contradicting his statement. "Social gatherings are always rife with potential observations."

He looks over at Smokescreen, and his head tilts. "Good to see you out and about as well."

[shutupndrive]

"Experiment, right," Smokescreen mused, that cube not going unnoticed by him as he takes the open seat, settling down to get comfortable. There is some logic to what the other had said but Smokescreen was pretty sure most individuals conducting an experiment didn't drink while doing so.

He could be wrong though.

"Everyone keeps saying that..I wasn't sticking to the temple for that long," he murmured rather sheepishly like actually, rubbing the back of his neck a bit.

[sciencetank]

"Of a sort," Perceptor conceded. He could have protested that the drink added to his attempt to blend in, to make himself look as if he were here only for the party, and nothing more. But that was a lot of effort for no real purpose, wasn't it?

"Regardless," he went on. "Your message to the network rather implied you'd hole up there for quite some time. I'm pleased to see things are otherwise."

[shutupndrive]

"Guess I just changed my mind a bit..I blame you and Arcee mostly," he muttered, glancing at the other and smiling faintly. He was grateful to the scientist for being willing to talk to him and let him spend time down in the labs, the whole thing having been sort of..relaxing..in a way.

That was still something he was working on admitting outloud though.

"So you going to dance at all, notdad~" Smokescreen asked teasingly, trying to lighten the mood again.

[sciencetank]

"Arcee?" he asked. That got his attention. He lowered the datapad, awarding Smokescreen his full attention. "I thought you said you two didn't get along."

Maybe that was some sort of indication of progress. If Smokescreen was getting advice from someone he believed disliked him... did that mean he was finding his way? Or something along those lines?

A scoff, and Perceptor shook his head. "I have no desire to wave my backside about in the middle of a crowd," he said, sounding incredibly prim.