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

No, Raf noticed you all right, Fracas. Raf is currently staring at you, eyes wide, heart beating wildly in his chest. He should run, he should hide, he should...should...

He swallows his fear. No. Things are different here. They...they have to be. And that Vehicon's just as still as he is...

...very slowly, very timidly, he raises his hand in a very small wave.

This is a bad idea.

Fracas pretty much lived in the bowels of the ship but he had heard the stories. Everytime this one or the tall kid or the girl with the pink in her hair showed up on the ship, Vehicons died. They were like horrible death magnets. At least, they were back home.

But... Fracas had sort of made friends with Wheeljack, who also had a reputation for killing mechs like him. So things could be different. Maybe.

And the kid looked as scared as he was. And was waving.

He looks around briefly, just to make sure it's not some kind of signal and he isn't going to be tackled, and tentatively raises his own clawed hand in a small, nervous wave.

He is so going to get killed. Again.

And it's waving back.

Now that it doesn't seem to be an immediate thread, Raf's curiosity is starting to take over. Though not a friendly yellow like Bumblebee, or even wearing white and red 'here to help' paintjob like Ratchet, and even with what colors he has bringing up very unhappy memories...

...he can't help it. He's moving over, slowly. Halting a distance away, looking up...

"Um...hi."

Well. Nothing bad is happening yet, which is a definite improvement. Especially when it comes to what he knows of this human. No Bumblebee or Ratchet or Optimus Prime showing up to hit him. Not even Arcee. So maybe... Maybe he thought wrong about this human.

Maybe.

Either way, he doesn't move backwards, instead just looking down at the human. This one is so short!

"Ah, hello."

No motions to grab him. No motions to pull a gun. So far, so good. Emboldened, Raf even starts to reach up a hand, then pause- would they even /know/ what the gesture of shaking hands means?

He lets it fall back down.

"I'm Raf."

That works, right?

He does know the gesture, if only from the internet. Fracas raises his hands to indicate he's not armed, and then offers one claw. More than that would be too much for a handshake with a human.

"I'm Fracas. It's... nice to meet you?"

That should do it.

Well, that's encouraging. Raf reaches up his hand again, smiling a little before pausing, just as his hand touches the metal.

For the briefest of moments, he'd processed the name as 'Francis'. Right. Maybe he needs to clean out his ears...

"It's nice to meet you, too." Especially since they weren't, you know. In the same sort of situation they were in back on Earth...

The sad part is, Fracas would probably answer to Francis if he was called that. Considering it's an actual name as opposed to 'hey' or 'you there'.

He tips his head in a smile.

"Especially because we aren't shooting at each other or anything?" Or conjuring Autobots out of thin air.

Okay, that earns a smile. "Or chasing each other in to sewer pipes." Yes, he remembers that day quite clearly.

Still a little weird, though. To think, all of them have names and personalities...the Autobots were /really/ outnumbered on Earth, but somehow held their own.

He chuckles. "That was not me, I swear. I stick to the ship when I'm able to."

Fracas realizes it's kind of weird - his whole situation is weird to everyone in some way or another - but there's not much to be done for it.

"I believe you." No, really, he does. "It can be just hard to tell you guys apart, you know? Is it like your uniform?" He's always thought as much, but...there's got to be something he's missing. Otherwise, how do even /they/ tell each other apart?

"I know. And it is... sort of. We're all just built this way. Well, mostly this way, in the case of the fliers." Fracas is well-versed in how confusing their looks can be. He really still doesn't know who most of his co-workers were... because he couldn't tell which was which.

Raf will be sort of walking around you to get a better look, now, if you don't mind. He's seen Vehicons up close, but more interested in getting away than getting a real look at them. And since Fracas isn't hostile...why not take advantage?

"Well, I guess you're used to it..."

Fracas watches Raf moving around him, shifting on his feet carefully. This is the first time he's gotten a good look at one of the infamous humans that other Vehicons have heard about. He's pretty much a standard Vehicon, his armor scratched and dinged in spots.

"I am. And... don't tell anyone, but it makes it a lot easier to deal with the officers."

A formal dance.

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