re_alignment_logs | 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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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."

A formal dance.

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