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

[rungout]

Smile softening, Rung leans a bit more heavily against the other, taking another sip of his drink as his engine gives a content rev.

"Now I just have to think of drinks I like..I've never been much of a drinker, if I'm going to be honest. There was one mech, a long time ago, that use to drag me out all the time but since then..." he trails off a bit then lets out a quiet chuckle. "I wouldn't be surprised if just this one drink starts getting to me."

[dinnerdate]

Hesitantly he puts and arm around Rung, his smile remaining as the other leans against him.

With a sip of his drink he shakes his head, "You don't have to become on on my account." If Rung didn't drink much then he certainly didn't need to start, unless it was something he wanted to do. Not because he's suddenly offering to make drinks.

"I'm just as fine with sitting around drinking normal energon, not highgrade. And don't worry about this drink doing anything. I'm here to make sure that no matter how overcharged you get, you get home safe. And no one takes advantage of you."

Or letting Rung make a fool of himself, probably.

[rungout]

"I didn't say I was going to become a heavy drinker. It just might be nice to have one every once in awhile," he mused a bit, knowing that it could be particularly nice after a stressful day.

A soft, pleased sound escapes the therapist when Dead End reassures him that he won't let anything happen, Rung hesitating a moment as he glances around before letting his head rest against the other's shoulder.

"Thank you, Dead End."

[dinnerdate]

"Don't think I could let you become a heavy drinker. Wouldn't make me a good bartender if I didn't know when to cut people off." That and it'd be a bit concerning if Rung suddenly started drinking heavily. Bots don't do that kind of thing for no reason.

His own head tips, lightly resting against the therapist's. This was. Nice. Not what he'd expected when coming to the dance.

"Anytime..."