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

When Optimus smiled, Elita's own deepened and when the sound wound down and switched to the next, she didn't let him stop and simply went over into the new song, adjusting their dancing to the new rhythm.

She didn't quite want to give up the moment just yet, so why let it go?

His faceplates flickered briefly in surprise as she lingered- but he recovered quickly, unwilling to lose the chance to continue dancing with Elita. His smile deepened, and he began to add in the moves from a different dance that better matched the new tempo.

He was sure Elita would catch on quickly.

After a few slightly hesitant steps, she did indeed catch up on the new moves added and fell into the rhythm easily, enjoying the fact that he'd followed along with continuing the dancing.

This was simple and clear and she enjoyed his company, even when they weren't necessarily doing any talking.

He beamed at her, nodding encouragingly as she caught on.

"I expected nothing less, but I'm still impressed! I'd hate to face you on the field."

When the beat of the song increased, he slipped in a few extra moves to keep her on her toes, grinning in easy challenge.

Laughing, she made sure to pay attention to Optimus' frame, and slid though his additional move with only the barest sigh of delay. Her smile turned a bit sharper, and her optics glittered with brief mischiveous teasing.

"On the field, I could have you on your back in a klik." An astrosecond later Elita realised what she'd said, but kept anything from showing on her faceplates. Ah, hopefully that hadn't been going too far.

She hadn't yet lost the easy, simple presence the dancing had allowed, and hopefully it wouldn't be lost yet.

Optimus laughed out loud, engine rumbling low and deep and rather dangerously close to a rev.

"I don't doubt it."

He grinned, wry and teasing and he didn't break the rhythm of their dance for a moment.

"Though now you've got me too scared to request a proper spar sometime."

Her back-mounted panels, wing-like as they were, twitched and then flicked at the sound. Pleasantly deep and promised much more... and she'd obviously not been wrong. Optics turning a slightly deeper colour for a moment, Elita's smile widened.

"Oh, I doubt that. And even so, one must face one's fears, Optimus," she said with a curl at the corner of her lips and briefly pulled her arms outward, pulling his along with hers as she stepped in, her chestplates ending up against the underside of his for a brief moment before the rhythm of the dance had her stepping away.

"...I suppose I must," he agreed after a beat, engine rumbling mutely under his chassis with their brief contact, despite his efforts. He grinned back anyway, pulling back enough to guide her into a spin.

If the ending twirl had her pressed briefly close...well. He kept his hands in the proper positions. But he did take the opportunity to breath out his question.

"So. Would you care for a friendly spar sometime?"

Well, if the twirl did, Elita rested her weight on the foot she had closest to Optimus, her frame leaning a shade close from that, her EM field flowing in a rolling pulse before the dance continued.

She smiled over her shoulder as he asked, feeling a pleased little thrill at it that followed the rhythm of the dance.

"I certainly would care for that, yes." Like showing off her rocket launcher, just a little bit more... closer. She was simply pleased at the chance to spend some time.

His field twanged in response, flaring briefly to skirt the edge of Elita's own, gently teasing.

"I look forward to it," he rumbled, pleased. The song ended, and Optimus released Elita a few pointed seconds after with a gracious bow.

In response, she let her own push back just briefly before it drew back, giving a flick at the edges of Optimus' field and she bowed as well, the bright, definitely happy glow of her optics hidden by the angle of her frame.

"Me as well. Thank you for the dance, Optimus." Briefly, Elita reached out to grab one of Optimus' hands and squeezed the fingers before she let go and wandered off.

A formal dance.

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