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

[stabbywheelfeet]

Of course.

[He lets the last word drag out, almost playfully.]

[While he keeps walking his fingers over Blurr's chest.]

Oh come on. I'm sure you're just fine.

[raceme]

Hmm.

[That's distracting. Blurr's engine revvs softly and he fidgets in his seat, flustered. He turns to look at Sideswipe properly, and Blurr almost bumps their heads together. He just notices how close you are, Sideswipe.

He's really too drunk for this sort of teasing, his voice cracking slightly when he replies.]

Then why nobody wants me?

[stabbywheelfeet]

[And Sideswipe's engine responds in kind. All the while he just keeps smirking.]

Uhhh... I... have not had nearly enough to drink to answer that.

[Sorry, Blurr. But at least he's still hanging off you, right?]

[raceme]

[No,no don't respond. That embarrasses him further.]

Yeah, me neither. [He really needs another drink, mind you.]

[True, but Blurr knows you are supposed to be Mirage's date.]

[stabbywheelfeet]

[And yet, here he is, half perched on Blurr's chest, grinning stupidly and purring like a big, silver cat.]

Then we should fix that.

[raceme]

[Maybe Blurr should scratch his ears.

Instead, he orders a pair or cubes and handles one to the other mech.] Cheers.

[stabbywheelfeet]

Hah! That's better!

[He accepts the cube, his engine only purring louder as he brings it in for a long drink.]

Now... put on a smile, mm?

[raceme]

[If you can't get over your hardships, then drown them in alcohol.

Blurr empties the glass in a long shot, he can drink quite a lot when he wants. He burns the energon really fast when eh starts to run anyway.]

'dontreallyfeelin'gliksssssmiling...

[stabbywheelfeet]

... Then you clearly need to drink more.

[He says, and pours some of his own drink into Blurr's now-empty glass.]

[raceme]

Must be that. [Oh, more drinks.] Thanks.

Is the bar blurry or is just me?

[stabbywheelfeet]

[Sideswipe doesn't even bother looking.]

I have absolutely no idea.

[raceme]

Make it stoooops, it's making me dizzy.

[Blurr buries his face on Sideswipe's neck. He hopes you don't mind.]

[stabbywheelfeet]

How? It's a bar.

[OH, no, he doesn't mind. Not at all. He's always enjoyed contact. And this is no different.]

[raceme]

But it's moving ...bar shouldn't move. Unless the bar is one of use in his alt form, I guess...who would like a bar as his alt mode?

[Good, because Blurr's comfy there.]

[stabbywheelfeet]

... A bartender, maybe?

I don't know. I wouldn't date it.

[raceme]

Oh, maybe that was Swerve's alt mode!

Who would you date then?

[stabbywheelfeet]

Who?

... No one. I don't date. It's all... complicated.

[He'd rather just enjoy himself, without getting feelings and relationships in the way of it.]

[raceme]

Somonewhowasheretimeago...I liked hint _{he was} fun.

Smart. Dating or too compilcta...complietc...cmplit....hard.

[stabbywheelfeet]

Oh. Well. No reason to think about it now, right?

[He nods. Several times.]

It always is. No thank you.

[raceme]

I guess not.

[Blurr moves so he can take another sip of his drink.]


It sucks.

[stabbywheelfeet]

What does? Dating?

[raceme]

Relationships in general. Specially failed ones. [He didn't even get to the dating part with Wheeljack, to be honest.]

...why'smycubeempty

[stabbywheelfeet]

You need to date to relationship.

... Because you drank it all.

[raceme]

No not really you can just frag...thatsss are relatuoh...relashiop...relatiohsip...that.

Ah.

[stabbywheelfeet]

Well, yes. I know that. Everyone knows that.