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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With heels like yours, what else was I supposed to thi--

[His whole body jerks, and he clings a little tighter to Mirage, at that, both startled and... well. That just felt good.]

[His expression is mildly disgruntled as Mirage takes his hands.]

[Oh calm yourself, Sideswipe. It wouldn't look too good if he felt you up right here.

His hips press against the bot, as if leading him across the floor with that alone. Those hands move Sideswipe's to his waist, running his nails up the armor in his arms, letting it catch wherever on purpose.]

[It would too look good -- if only because they look good. He thinks.]

[Except he's having a hard time concentrating as Mirage's hands do... that. All of that. He presses back, following his lead, while his optics dim, head tilting back.]

[What can he say? He's good with his hands. They trail along seams and then to his arms, taking hold of them as he's spun again, unraveling him out, only to wind him back in towards him.

He nestles that head into his shoulder, 'exhaling' a puff of warm air into that neck cabling before continuing the dance.

Just a little something he liked to tease with.]

Damn you--

[Because that feels all kinds of good. Even when he's spun away. When he's drawn in again, he has no trouble draping himself in closer, optics bright, and amused.]

[But his neck arches back, allowing Mirage more room to press his face into those cables.]

... Damn you.

[Mirage's hands dig in when he says that. Not anything intrusive--but his fingers were pointy, and may scrape slightly along the metal.]

Is...how you say...

[His head leans in further, right up against Sideswipe's audio receptor.]

"Damn, I'm good."

[All of that earns a harsh shudder, and a sudden rev of his engine. He tilts his head back, his optics dim and pleased.]

Are you... trying to seduce me...?

[But he doesn't sound terribly upset by that.]

[If Mirage could smile, he would. So all you get is a nice little purr from that engine.]

Is it working~?

[He takes Sideswipe by the waist, swaying with the music.]

[There's a purr of his own in answer, and a low laugh.]

What do you think?

[He shifts his hips a little, in that grasp.]

...

[The Ferrari can only laugh along with him.]

And you said I didn't have new tricks.

Consider me... pleasantly surprised.

[He grins, head tilted back to regard the ceiling more than Mirage.]

That was the plan.

[Those fingers scrape along that armor again, continuing to dance until the song ends.]

The night is young, however.

[His whole body vibrates, a low hum in his vocals, even as the song draws to a close. He stays pressed in close.]

Does this mean you want to... share the love, mm?

That is up to you, argento.

[He teasingly trails his fingers up again, and then...away. Oh you're so cruel, you stupid Ferrari.]

[He curses, and shutters, his head rolling on his neck. He leans forward, toward the retreating Ferrari.]

What's that supposed to mean...?

[It comes out in a whine.]

[That gets a laugh out of him, watching the Corvette snake his way closer.]

The night is still young, amico! Surely you wouldn't like to spend the whole night with me, now would you?

[He tilts his head, staying right up in Mirage's personal space...]

[And then reaches around to run his fingers over the joint of one of those door wings.]

No, you're right.

[Then he deliberately steps back.]

I guess I shouldn't let you keep all of my attention.

[Oh not fair. Mirage shudders at that feeling, wings flicking as the most SENSITIVE PART is touched.]

..Ah...

[And he instinctively steps forward.]

And if I...want it?

If you do?

[Another. Step. Back.]

You're going to have to earn it back.

[And another step forward.

He raises that hand, beckoning him to return.]

I can arrange that.

[Another step back.]

Oh? Can you now?

[He shifts his weight, mostly in his hips.]

Prove it.

[This was some weird kind of dance in it's own right.]

I will~

Vieni qui.

[He reaches his hand out to try and slide along that arm.]

[Like some kind of weird robot tango here. He twists, to one side, rolling his hips with the motion.]

Going to have to do better than that.

[If he had eyelashes to flutter, he probably would have.]

Ahaha! You are taunting me.

[Two can play this game.]

I wonder where you're most sensitive~

Am I now?

[Step, step, shift.]

If you have to wonder, then you've already lost this game.

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