re_alignment_logs | A formal dance.

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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

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"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.

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.

"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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

"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.

Ambulon still felt very uncomfortable, but more so nervous. Not so much about the fact he couldn't dance and people might see him fail, but... Well, he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of Elita. Either way, he doubted she would tease him still.

Ambulon listened the next track switched over, opened. "Ready as I'll ever be?" he replied, and, sort of got ready to dance?

She certainly wouldn't, and when Ambulon said he was, Elita... gently took his hands, grasped one and put the other elsewhere, clearly intending for something else other than simply dancing beside each other.

"Good. Let's see if I can lead as well as follow in these... Unless you'd like to?" She didn't mind either way, and while she was already moving, using what she'd picked up from Arcee and Optimus, she could just as well switch.

Oh--oh! So, something of a waltz then? Ambulon thought he heard someone talk about that particular dance while lounging around. Ambulon slowly clutched her hand, placing his free one on Elita's hip. So far so good, right?

"Oh, well, you seem to know more what you're doing than I do," he chortled, and mirrored her movements. Rather stiffly; just getting warmed up, though. "So, um... Maybe you lead and then, if I get a hang of this, switch off?" he suggested.

Elita doesn't have a clue what she's danced until now, but probably something similar to that, yes~

Laughing, she squeezed his hand and adjusted her other on his arm before settling more comfortably into the movements, mindful of Ambulon trying them out.

"I learn rather quickly, yes, and certainly. It's interesting to be able to get to do both, actually..." Since there was some faint difference in the experience doing one or the other, but in the end, what was important was moving together with her partner, and to the music.

"I think we can make this work," Ambulon smirked. As they danced, he kept looking at his feet. Making sure he wasn't stepping on hers or slipping up. His dancing was... mechanical, no pun intended. Stiff. But, as the music played and the longer they danced, he began to loosen up. A surprise, indeed. In fact, he was starting to get the hang of it!

"This is, at least, good exercise," Ambulon said. "Stretch the joints, help pump the actuators." And then he nearly stumbled, crossing one foot over the other, falling against Elita. Oops.

She could have pointed out that looking at what you were doing usually made it harder to do, but Elita instead concentrated on keeping them moving in the little space for themselves that they had and enjoying the increments in which Ambulon was relaxing.

"Therapeutic," Elita said with a nod, agreeing, and wasn't at all ready when Ambulon suddenly fell against her and started to topple backwards given his greater weight---

And then swung them around, turning them both in a twirl so she was briefly up against Ambulon's back, and then twirled him around to face her again.

"You okay?" She couldn't quite keep the laughter out of her voice, however.

Whoa, Ambulon was getting a slight case of vertigo. His equilibrium chip balanced itself again, and he looked surprised at Elita's face. "O-Oh, sorry," he vented, suddenly embarrassed. He drew back, trying to uh put his hands... somewhere. How'd they do this again?

"I'm fine, I'm sorry," he insisted, clearing his vocalizer. "Though, uh, glad we didn't have that spill. Thankfully Whirl doesn't seem to be around, or he'd never let me live that down."

"No, that's fine. It happens," said Elita, shaking her helm and sending a cascade of reflections from the crystals dancing everywhere. She trailed one hand down the arm it'd been resting against a bit and squeezed the armour.

"Ah, no he probably wouldn't. Seem we chose a good spot, then." Her optics flickered and then she tilted her helm, listening to the music. "Want to try again, and lead this time?"

Ambulon chortled. "Well, I think I've got the hang of it enough..." He adjusted, getting comfortable. Right, he was gonna do this and he was gonna be awesome. He looked Elita in her optics. "Ready?" Ambulon asked, as if they were going to be dancing on lava.

"Oh, certainly." Laughing, Elita nodded and relaxed into his hands... which might have been somewhat teasingly mean, suddenly letting Ambulon have that. But she was ready to assist if needed, but really... she didn't think he'd need it.

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A formal dance.

HAVES AT

HHHH SEMPAI

Shh, just come here~

G-GOLLY

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