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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"Sure, fine, let's go with that."

And not because he's almost itching to kill one of them. Just... get them out of his sight. They don't deserve to be here, acting like Autobots.

But the smile earns a more... lascivious one of his own. He inches a little closer, frame wriggling as best he can get it to. If he were any nearer, his vents would be exhaling warm air all over Wing's thigh.

"Only tend?" he asks, and feigns hurt. "You wound me."

"You sound less than certain." An optic ridge quirks under his helm. "You wouldn't be excluding them from the party on just the simple matter of faction would you?"

Tell him it isn't so, Sideswipe.

Wing rests an elbow on the back of the lounge casually. "Oh, you look quite healthy from where I'm sitting."

"I'm a little intoxicated," he says, blithely, and waves a hand in the air. "I'd be excluding them on the grounds I just don't like them. Here or there. Or anywhere. Like that human book about off-color eggs and pig meat."

The next comment makes him roll over, purposefully displaying the long, neat lines of his torso and, of course, those ridiculous legs. One of which arches in the air, wheel spinning casually.

"Do I now...? You should take a really good look."

"A little?" Does that mean the rest of this is how Sideswipe is all the time? "Just because of the brand they wear?"

A twitch of the lips. "What if I told you I'm a Decepticon?"

He's going to ignore the comment about eggs and pig meat because what even? He can't exactly ignore the legs because well, they're right there.

"Oh I'm looking..."

"There's a lot of reasons," he drawls, and waves a hand dismissively. "But this is a party. If you want war stories, I'd be happy to meet you. Privately."

The way he says "privately" is a come-on all on its own. He even wriggles a little, a long, sinuous motion. He's used to using that lanky frame of his to best effect.

"You don't look like one," he says. "You're not wearing their badge, and you're not insulting me. Not acting like one."

He beams. And laughs. He's coming on fairly strongly, but, honestly, he doesn't care. He just likes the attention.

"That's what I like to hear."

"I'm not fond of war, or the stories attached actually." Oh Sideswipe, dig the hole a little deeper.

It's cute, and flattering, the way the Autobot puts on his little show. Wing would be intrigued simply by the exotic of the mech, and a part of him is, except the arrogance goes a long way to dull that.

Wing chuckles, "But they're Decepticons. I've met plenty who didn't wear their badge openly."

"I could be playing you right now." He smirks, mischief glinting in his gold optics.

"Then let's talk about something else," he says, brightly. It's true, he really doesn't want to think about fighting right now. The drinks do a lot to dull the anger, take his mind off of the past. He's happy to change the subject, and it shows.

More than he wants it to.

"You could... but you're here, talking, and detailing all the reasons you could be playing for their side, telling me you're not fond of fighting..."

He stretches a little, the motion languid, and slow.

"You're not being very deceptive, if you are."

He lifts a hand, to poke lightly at the other's plating as he says it, as if to punctuate the statement.

"There are far more entertaining subjects to be sure." War has consumed their race for way too long, Wing is happy to move on from the subject as well.

"No that's true. You caught me. I'm not a Decepticon." And well, as long as he's being transparent, it's only fair to say, "but my boyfriend used to be."

Wing is grinning when he says it. It's a good-natured FYI so Sideswipe has an idea what he's getting into.

He opens his mouth -- so to speak -- to say something amused and flirtatious in response to that. Of course there are -- like how two 'bots get along in the dark, or something along those lines.

Then he stops.

There's a frustrated little huff out of him. The hand that was previously poking at Wing drops, his arm thrown over his face.

"That's just. That's perfect."

It's impressive, how quickly he goes from flirty to sulky.

You'd think he'd taken a blade to one of Sideswipe's tires the way the mech deflates. Wing can almost hear the 'pffweeeee' sound in the background.

He pats Sideswipe's shoulder, consolingly. "That doesn't mean we can't still have entertaining conversation. And a handsome mech like yourself, I'm sure you'll find someone to go home with tonight."

He's about the right age for a sulky teenager. He'll act like one if he wants to. And right now... he wants to cross his arms over his chest. And sulk.

"I'm guessing if I say 'three is a beautiful number', it won't change your mind, will it?"

One last-ditch effort, apparently.

Wing rather wonders how young this mech actually is if he's not used to be denied things yet. War liked to deny people all the time.

"That depends on how my other half feels. Maybe you should ask him?"

Oh, Wing shouldn't have.

Because he can guess Drift's reaction.

But well...he can't exactly take it back now.

Young -- very young. And falling back on old, bad habits to get attention, and be entertained. His old teacher would have decked him for it by now. Then again, if Ironhide were here, his behavior would have been very different.

"If you're calling him 'other half', you're so far beyond sappy couple I don't think I should touch it."

Relationships aren't his thing.

... Too much to go wrong. To much to lose. Best to keep away.

He can relate, in fact the whole scene reminds Wing of one of his first friends in the knighthood, back when they were both far younger.

The jet loses a sigh but it's not a regretful one. "You could say that, yeah." Sorry, sappy is a thing Wing does sometimes. Hopefully he doesn't get any of that on Sideswipe, being, you know, as close as he is.

"But why do you say that?"

He probably should back off, considering how now he's aware of Wing's Taken Status. Still, he lies there, staying half-draped on the other 'bot. Now it's just comfortable, rather than an attempt to be enticing.

"Because I don't do the whole..."

He waves a hand around idly in the air.

"... relationships. Messy. Too messy."

Wing is used to laying about like this with friends so he's bothered at all. And though he's only known Sideswipe a short time, he has a feeling the younger mech could use some genuine benevolence. Wing makes no move to remove Sideswipe, if anything his field and posture is quite comforting.

Wing regards the grounder with a knowing smile. "But war is messier."

"I know."

And he does. After all, that's why he was brought online -- to be a soldier. To fight. To protect.

He shrugs, staring up at the ceiling. He can feel his buzz starting to fade, and it isn't a pleasant feeling, given the topic.

"No reason to make it worse with feelings."

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A formal dance.

he can't stop he won't stop

I adore him god this will be terrible

horrible is his middle name

Poor Sideswipe has to learn the hard way.

oh but he likes it the HARD way B)

no subject

no subject

I would apologize but...I'm only half sorry. /horrible

I LAUGHED.

I so set that up intentionally. I am the worst person.

that was beautiful

/takes a bow, sends Sides a conciliatory fruit basket

because he's fruity? /shot

PPPPFFFFT Energon goodies then? And a puppy?

goodies are a better plan

goodies it is then

8D