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

A-ha. Gotcha. Barricade flicks his wings up, lips spreading in a wide grin. As if he really needs an excuse to be out on the dance floor, but a dance partner was definitely a reason. Especially this one.

"You are an absolute darling, Optimus. Promise not t'detain you too long~"

And that he'll only gloat a little over it.

"...Right. Of course."

Hiding his resigned sigh, he still makes the proper bow and offers Barricade an arm.

If he is going to do this, he's not going to be rude about it, after all.

Barricade bows in return, taking the offered arm almost gently in his claws. Optimus is at least getting a good - if occasionally overly-friendly - dance partner for his last go?

He'll try not to gloat too much about this later.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

Optimus snorted, almost earning Barricade a laugh.

"I didn't doubt you would."

It was ridiculous, but Optimus carefully took Barricade's- claws, and settled into a starting position with a raise optic ridge.

Will you lead, or should he?

"Well, some folks do worry. All these claws and all." He grins, settling into position automatically.

Prime not being concerned about Barricade's... extreme pointiness... is surprising and refreshing, if nothing else. He tips his head slightly, starting to move one foot to start.

Unless Optimus has objections, he's happy to take the lead.

He manages an awkward smile.

"I've dealt with far worse."

Optimus allows Barricade to lead easily enough; unconcerned by the claws or not, the frame differences are enough to throw him off his game a bit. All the extra joints and open bits of armor leave him unsure as to where exactly is appropriate to place his other hand, but he follows along gamely enough.

He grins.

"That's almost flattering."

Since Barricade knows what he looks like, after all. And has plating with slightly more gaps than other mechs... or a lot more gaps. He twitches a few bits of plating to indicate - it's best to put your hands here.

"Almost," he agrees wryly, quickly adjusting his hands.

"Your design is more easy to get used to than you may expect." It helps that he's had the practice of several years now, to get used to the varying frame designs of differing worlds.

Once he adjusts to the pattern of Barricade's movement, it is far easier for him to match the other mech, and the dance goes far more smoothly as he follows Barricade's lead.

"You've had a little longer t'get used to it than others have," he teases lightly. He'd gotten used to the dubious looks about his... well, looks, but Optimus's assertion gets a grin out of him regardless.

Barricade is definitely pleased with Optimus's progress. Much more smoothly than he'd previously expected. "And you are pretty good at this." It's refreshing to have a dance partner that's able to follow from the get-go.

"True," Optimus agreed easily enough, settling further into the rhythm as his nerves calmed. He's enjoying it more than expected; perhaps because simply watching tyran mechs move is a fascinating experience all on it's own.

"I have something of an unfair advantage in that regard."

"I'll hardly complain about it though." Barricade does tend to move more than other mechs, plating flicking up and flattening down with his movements, interior wiring and circuitry visible through the gaps.

"Maybe. But that's not always a bad thing~"

"Also true."

After the next shift and swing with the music, he pointedly tapped a few fingers on his armor hold, near the edge of a panel.

"If I didn't have both advantages, however, I fear I might have lost a few fingers already."

Barricade notes the tapping, chuckling and giving the panel a light wag, the panels closest to it flared to keep out of range of Optimus's fingers.

"What can I say? We're built for offense and defense even if we don't have combat training~" Which is, admittedly, more of an advantage when your life is not medical work and fancy parties.

"Promise I've been keeping them well away from injuring you."

"Thank you for that." Optimus chuckled.

"So is snipping off bits from attackers with your own armor classed as offense or defense where you come from?

Well, if he's going to be known for injuring a Prime, he'd rather it not be 'accidentally got his fingers caught in Tyran plating'.

"A little of both. Though it's less snipping and more slicing. I won't bore you with the details, though."

Because the details are horrible.

A formal dance.

::3 Poor Optimus

He deserves it :V

At least it won't be awful for him? XD

You say that NOW...

Pfff oh Prime, what did you EVER do to deserve this?

HE'S PAYING FOR THE SINS OF OTHER PRIMES ;-;

... OPTIMUS YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THAT, THERE'S TOO MUCH BAD ;A;

Nope he is doooomed

Doooomed for forever apologize for all that face-taking

That is a lot of apologizing...

Barricade is sorry his Optimus is so horrible

If only he had known what he was getting into...

Now he'll just have to deal with his mistake...

Foolish Prime!

Thou hast been doomed by being a good person!