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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[Have a glower.]

What the frag is there even to explain!?

[And while he empties the cube he's holding, which was half empty already, he just grimaces at the prompt at getting another one. Despite saying he wasn't drunk enough to have this conversation, he didn't feel it was... safe... to get drunk and have this conversation either.]

You've already fraggin' guessed---Rrrr. No, I ain't... guh, got a lot of experience.

Happy now?!

[And he'll just give another hard whack to that wheel and then take a step sideways and away from it.]

[Meanwhile... Sideswipe just waits.]

[He has his elbows propped up on the bar behind him, leaning backward on them. He figures it's a decent position to show off. And... he had made sure every inch of him was polished to a mirror's shine. The more distracting he figures he looks, the more amusing this may well become.]

[He does lower his leg -- but only to slowly, deliberately, cross it over his other one at the ankle.]

We could fix that. Easily.

[His grin is a few shades too mischievous to be sincere.]

[Cliffjumper's optics follows those movements in brief, flickering jerks, clearly unwillingly, and then...

Ever heard a cybertronian squawk, Sideswipe?]

... Wh-- no!

[He doesn't even know you at alllllll!]

[His head tilts, and with it, his whole frame cants to one side.]

Why not? I thought you liked what you saw.

That's--- [Cliffjumper tosses his hands up, shaking his helm rather vigurously.]

Why I'd do that just 'cause... 'cause some of---

[A non-descriptively descriptive wave of hands at Sideswipe.]

[Sideswipe's grin falters a little, and he frowns, his expression turning from amused to confused in record time.]

You're... going to have to be more specific.

A lot more specific.

[That... sort of makes Cliffjumper's embarrassed frustration puncture, and he just drags a hand down his faceplates.

Doesn't make him any less flustered at having basically been hit on, this conversation, or having to explain himself, but...]

I don't even know you, so uh--- Likin' certain... um. features or not...

[Another vague handwave, his optics bright again Cliffjumper just shrugs, grimacing. Though, even if he did know him, it wouldn't necessarily be easy.]

... So what?

[It's an honest question. He seriously does not see the problem with not knowing someone.]

[After all, it's pretty clear he and Cliffjumper are on the same side.]

So---guh. [Why does he have to spell it out?]

Might be disappointing to you, so that means I ain't just gonna... gonna jump right to it.

[He flings his hands up again, engine revving in embarrassment.]

[Because Sideswipe literally does not understand the issue.]

You're worried you won't be the best ride in the fleet? Seriously?

Gg--NO! That wasn't--- [Have some static sputtering. Give him a moment to get over the image.]

What I... rrr meant was that... that so means that I ain't gonna do any fraggin' thing. That's all.

[There. Ignore all instances of overly bright optics and stuttering engine.]

[Meanwhile, Sideswipe waits. He flicks a few bits of invisible dust off his armor.]

Why not?

[He tries to come off as mildly curious. But his own optics are bright, a slow grin on his face suggesting that, yes, he has seen those stuttering signs, Cliffjumper.]

... What do ya mean "why not"? [He can't fragging take much more of this!]

Because, that's why not!

[Not that that makes much sense, but Cliffjumper's thoroughly embarrassed and frustrated, so it'll have to do.]

Should I buy you a drink first? Or are you one of those "I need commitment" 'bots?

[Seriously, he's lost. Explain it to him.]

I sure as frag don't need to be drunk for this...

[No matter how much he might want to be.]

Yeah--- no! It ain't about slagging... commitment just. Look, it doesn't fraggin' matter that you're an Autobot, okay? I ain't gonna trust anyone just 'cause of that.

[Especially not with something like what Sideswipe is suggesting. Cliffjumper scowls and folds his arms over his chestplates, looking away. Yeah, he's a bit paranoid. Trust issues.]

You don't trust your own kind?

[That's even more baffling than the stammering and the embarrassment. He gapes a little, like Cliffjumper just said something horribly offensive.]

[... then again, if he knew what Sentinel was about to do, back home, he might have agreed.]

Spies and traitors could be everywhere, but even if it wasn't that, I'd still not want to get close to everybody, just 'cause they're an Autobot.

[Sunstreaker comes to mind.

Cliffjumper just huffed and shook his helm, wondering if he shouldn't get another cube...]

[He gives him a level look. Or, it would have been a level look, if he weren't slightly intoxicated.]

All Spark, you're paranoid.

[He glares, though only momentarily before he grimaces and shrugs.]

Yeah, I know. Better bein' prepared for it than not.

[Nevermind that he never was able to pick out the actual traitors when there were some.

[He stares at Cliffjumper a moment longer, before uncrossing his legs, and stretching one out again.]

And... are you calling me a traitor?

... [Cliffjumper just groans and shakes his helm.]

No, I ain't.

[Well, unless you are, but.]

What I mean is that I ain't gonna... uh. Just... [Another vague handwave at Sideswipe.] Just gonna jump into an interface just 'cause.

Good. Because I'm not nearly intoxicated enough to let that pass by.

[He shifts, pointedly, to stretch out his other leg.]

Not even a little flirting?

I---

[Cliffjumper's optics slid over to and down the stretched out leg, not quite the whole way down to the wheel at the end and then snapped up straight and looked away.]

You... why would you even?

[Barking up the wrong tree, Sideswipe. Even if he was less paranoid and open to an easy interface, he wouldn't be the type to bend somebody over the nearest surface...]

[Oh, he saw that look. He beams at Cliffjumper, albeit drunkenly so. His answer is a brief shrug.]

Why not? I like the look of you.

[And yes, it is as simple as that.]

[The beam, drunken or not, tricks a grin out of Cliffjumper mostly because that looked rather cute--- until he says that and then the minibot just does his best equivalent of blushing.]

... Uh. Thanks?

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