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

[perfavore]

[Mirage eases up when Blurr gains his balance again, hand returning to the bot's waist.]

Mmm. We should enjoy other's happiness. It may just come around to you, no?

[He chuckles.]

I am no stranger to dance. I was made during the war on my planet, but war did not follow to every system I visited.

[raceme]

[Blurr would put his left arm on Mirage's shoulder but...he can't reach. The upper arm will have to do.]

Yes. I agree. For now at least _someone is happy. That's good enough.

I saw some humans dance at night, at the street races. ^{But their music and dancing} were really different from this. There lyrics where absurd. [Blurr scrunches his nos...well, where his nose would be if he had it. Can you tell that he doesn't like reggaeton?

[perfavore]

[Mirage continues to dance with him, making sure to take slow enough movements so Blurr doesn't trip over himself again. Poor bot must not be used to taking things so slow.]

Si. I agree. Besides, this is fun! Who says we are not happy? It does not have to be love to be happy.

[He pulls Blurr close, pressing his helm to the bot's cheek. There's a soft 'exhale' of warm air to the metal of his cheek plating. A little 'kiss'.]

we could end this here?

[raceme]

[Unless he was on a mission he was never still or moving slowly for a long period of time. He lost practice and he has to concentrate to make sure he won't screw up again.

He's about to say something when the kiss happens and he's touched by the small display of affection.] Y..yes it's nice. Thank you for this, Mirage.

[Maybe it wasn't all that much of a bad night after all.]