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]

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."

[shutupndrive]

Each and every little touch feels amazing and Smokescreen does his best to mimic what the other is doing, tracing his fingers along the seams and plating of the other's armor; familiarizing himself with Sideswipe in a whole different way.

"Won't argue with you there," he mused as he watched the other move, openly admiring just how damn good he looked.

He pulled the other closer again, unable to help himself as his engine gave another rev, a small little smirk dancing on his lips.

"So you've got the looks and can move in general...what about dancing, hm?"

[stabbywheelfeet]

He's not complaining. All the touching, the closeness... it just reminds him of another time. Back when everything had gone right. A time he sort of misses, if he's being honest with himself.

The colony had...

His grin falters for the briefest of moments, before he shifts nearer, his arms slinging around Smokescreen's neck. His head leans in close, the purr shifting from his engine to his vocals.

"Why don't you take me for a ride and find out?"

It's easier not to think, if you're focused on bad pick-up lines and dancing.

[shutupndrive]

Smokescreen misses the falter in the other's grin, too caught up in just losing himself in the moment to be as quick on the uptake as he usually might be.

His engine rumbles softly in response to the other's question and he bumps his head against Sideswipe's, nuzzling just a bit.

"I think I will, handsome," he purred in response, hands smoothing down the others sides as his doorwings quivered.

[stabbywheelfeet]

It's likely a good thing Smokescreen doesn't notice. Even if he had, Sideswipe wouldn't have been in a mood to elaborate. This is supposed to be a good time, after all. Not a night of bad memories.

He purrs though, amused and leaning in to the touch without hesitation or reservation. He unashamedly adores physical contact. He'll take it as often as he can get it.

"That's better... now hush, and get to it."