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

[sciencetank]

"Things getting a bit dull lately?" he asked, somewhat cheerfully.

He leaned back in his chair, hands curled around his drink. Though, it probably wouldn't be a bad thing, if matters quieted down. Especially from someone in a medic's line of work. He crossed one leg over the other, primly enough.

"I take it you haven't found need to use the... device... I provided you?"

Which would also be good.

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon wasn't sure how to phrase "I have really no hobbies outside of work" right without sounding horribly lonely and pathetic. So he just shrugged and said, "Work's been slow now that the monsters have all been cleared out."

He paused. "No," he said. "But I keep it close by at all times." Ambulon sighed into his drink. "At least my paranoia's dwindled some." He looked to Perceptor. "You build anything interesting and exciting lately?"

[sciencetank]

"I suppose that's rather a blessing, isn't it? One can't survive well, if one is constantly working on dying bodies, can they?" he said, and there was an odd... jovial tone to his words. He might as well have been discussing something amusing.

But then, he sobers considerably.

"Good. That you've never needed it so far. Hopefully, it will remain that way." He took a long drink before replying further, frowning into the glass. "I was held as the prisoner of an oversized core slug for nearly a month. It's... safe to say that, no, I haven't had time to build anything of note lately."

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon blinked at Perceptor. "... I can see how that would put a damper on your progress," he said, smiling just slightly. "Either way, you made it out alive and well. Hopefully you can get back to work." He sat back. "Me? I think I'm okay waiting."

[sciencetank]

"Your hopes are well appreciated, I assure you," he said, inclining his head to the medic. His optics brightened slightly -- it wasn't every day you had a pleasant, mundane conversation like this one. He found he rather enjoyed it.

"Understandable. Though, I must say, if you find yourself wanting for a bit of excitement, consider yourself free to drop in." A beat. He frowned again. "Provided, of course, the hazard lights aren't flashing. Likely, you should stay out, if that is the case."

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon does mundane pretty well.

"Hmm," Ambulon mumbled, thinking a moment. Then: "Well, it'd be nice to see the master at work." He chuckled. "Don't worry. I'll make sure to drop a line before I swing by."

[sciencetank]

He grinned, broadly. A real smile.

"It's a date then, as I believe the saying goes." Perceptor held out a hand, as if to seal the proverbial deal. "I'll look forward to it."

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon paused a moment - oh, right! Handshake thing. He took Perceptor's hand then, shook it properly. "It's a date," he agreed, even though he still didn't understand what "date" meant either, but hey! When in Rome. (Which he wouldn't understand, either.)

[sciencetank]

It was a saying. That was all he knew, unfortunately. And, despite his overwhelming desire for knowledge, this particular bit of trivia seemed wholly inconsequential, in the long run. No need to find out more. He shook the medic's hand for a moment, before releasing it, and settling back with his cube.

Job well done, boys.