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

[raceme]

[Like tango? Blurr is a fast learner, at least Barricade won't have to worry about him not catching on quickly.]


I am. But I like to take my time when it comes to do certain things too. [He is very flexible indeed~] I wasn't sure if they would fit you well. I couldn't ask you before I weld them, I wanted it to be a surprise.

[namesnotprowl]

[Like the tango indeed! And Barricade even gives verbal instructions for it between their conversation, just to make sure they stay on the same page.]

Don't blame you at all. Some things are worth a bit of patience, after all. [He chuckles lightly.] You did a good job, especially considering you couldn't get a fit first. You ever consider doing that as a hobby or side-profession?

[raceme]

[Now that's a niiiiice dance to learn. Blurr nods, paying attention to their wheels and legs so he doesn't miss an important step.]

They really are. I never considered that, no. I don't think I'm any good at it, it's just that my small hands are very useful for certain things.

[namesnotprowl]

[Barricade lets them take their time with the whole thing, making sure that Blurr gets the steps before continuing.]

I didn't think I'd be any good at this sorta thing either. But, having a friend or two willin' to help you out can open a lotta doors. You might want to give it a shot, if you enjoyed it at all.

[raceme]

[Blurr needs to make an effort to not move too fast, but he's managing so far.]

I did enjoy it and perhaps I need a hobby now that I have some time for myself after work. Doing things _{also keeps me from thinking too much YOU really wouldn't mind?}

[namesnotprowl]

[Barricade at least does an admirable job of keeping up with Blurr's speed.]

I wouldn't mind, no. And there's a lot more to it than just formal wear and - admittedly awesome - sunglasses. Cut my dentals on barstools and a wheelchair, myself.

[raceme]

[He is, Blurr is glad for it.]

A wheelchair? [Wow] I want to learn more things. Back in my Cybertron I didn't had the oportunity. Swerve said...he was here time ago, did you meet him? A great guy...he said I was a famous racer in his world. I didn't even know that you could just do racing for a living!

[namesnotprowl]

[Barricade does try, on occasion.]

A wheelchair. I had some... issues with my legs, a while ago. [It was a very awkward, terrible time for him.] Don't think I ever met Swerve, I'm afraid. Sorry I didn't. But yeah, you can race for a living, in a lotta places.

[raceme]

That's horrible. [His eyes widen. Problems with the legs, that's like Blurr's worse nightmare. He squeeze's Barricade's arm.] Are you all alright now?

He was relaly talkative _{I liked him} he was also a bartender. Too bad it wasn't like that in my world. Not like I'd ever leave the elite guard but...

[namesnotprowl]

[... Blurr you are so cute sometimes. Barricade smiles a little, squeezing Blurr's shoulder gently.] I'm fine now. Really. Or you and I wouldn't be dancin' now, probably.

Things are different everywhere. But you wanna know the good part about places like this? You get to try out other options. Other paths you might've taken.

[raceme]

[He would deny that if 'Cade says it out loud. You just don't understand his horror ;; Legggggs] Sometimes we act like everything's alright... even if it's a lie. [Doesn't he know about that.]

[Blurr nods, lost in thoughts. Lately he's been having some trouble feeling comfortable with himself and he's still trying to find his place in this new planet. Blurr's distracted and thus not paying attention to their feet...so he trips.]

[namesnotprowl]

Yeah. I know. And I may not be all the way back t'normal- [Because he never will be, probably.] -but I'm a lot better than I had been. Promise.

[He'd had help enough to get him through losing as much as he had... but he has to be the one to drag himself the rest of the way. No one else can do it for him. Which he stops musing on when Blurr trips. He automatically grabs onto him to steady him.] Woah-!

[raceme]

Okay...[Blurr wants to ask what happened but he doesn't want to upset Barricade with inappropriate questions. He's also busy clinging to him so he doesn't fall down.]

SorryIwasnlooking...thanks.

[namesnotprowl]

It's all right; happens t'everyone, every once in a while.

[In truth he hasn't spoken much of Chicago here. On Sacrosanct he'd had to, to a few people. But here... better to keep it quiet for now. In the meantime he just grins.]

The trick is making it seem like nothing happened. Like it was part of the routine.