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

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

"I think we can make this work," Ambulon smirked. As they danced, he kept looking at his feet. Making sure he wasn't stepping on hers or slipping up. His dancing was... mechanical, no pun intended. Stiff. But, as the music played and the longer they danced, he began to loosen up. A surprise, indeed. In fact, he was starting to get the hang of it!

"This is, at least, good exercise," Ambulon said. "Stretch the joints, help pump the actuators." And then he nearly stumbled, crossing one foot over the other, falling against Elita. Oops.

[invisiblepinkboat]

She could have pointed out that looking at what you were doing usually made it harder to do, but Elita instead concentrated on keeping them moving in the little space for themselves that they had and enjoying the increments in which Ambulon was relaxing.

"Therapeutic," Elita said with a nod, agreeing, and wasn't at all ready when Ambulon suddenly fell against her and started to topple backwards given his greater weight---

And then swung them around, turning them both in a twirl so she was briefly up against Ambulon's back, and then twirled him around to face her again.

"You okay?" She couldn't quite keep the laughter out of her voice, however.

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Whoa, Ambulon was getting a slight case of vertigo. His equilibrium chip balanced itself again, and he looked surprised at Elita's face. "O-Oh, sorry," he vented, suddenly embarrassed. He drew back, trying to uh put his hands... somewhere. How'd they do this again?

"I'm fine, I'm sorry," he insisted, clearing his vocalizer. "Though, uh, glad we didn't have that spill. Thankfully Whirl doesn't seem to be around, or he'd never let me live that down."

[invisiblepinkboat]

"No, that's fine. It happens," said Elita, shaking her helm and sending a cascade of reflections from the crystals dancing everywhere. She trailed one hand down the arm it'd been resting against a bit and squeezed the armour.

"Ah, no he probably wouldn't. Seem we chose a good spot, then." Her optics flickered and then she tilted her helm, listening to the music. "Want to try again, and lead this time?"

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon chortled. "Well, I think I've got the hang of it enough..." He adjusted, getting comfortable. Right, he was gonna do this and he was gonna be awesome. He looked Elita in her optics. "Ready?" Ambulon asked, as if they were going to be dancing on lava.

[invisiblepinkboat]

"Oh, certainly." Laughing, Elita nodded and relaxed into his hands... which might have been somewhat teasingly mean, suddenly letting Ambulon have that. But she was ready to assist if needed, but really... she didn't think he'd need it.