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Nexusville Homecoming Dance 
18th-Sep-2010 07:02 pm
TFA Slipstream

As dusk falls over Nexusville, it is apparent something is going on in Park Slope. The cool-toned, slope-sided tower that lends the small neighborhood one half of its name stands out from the dark, vacant buildings, with the glass-enclosed observation deck brightly lit, like a lighthouse signaling a port. Light beams out from the doors and windows of its ground floor lobby, followed by the sound of music.

From its exterior, one might assume the tower, for its generally pointy shape, the violet-tinged alloy of its structure, and the tinted glass of its residential floors, could have been Decepticon Headquarters in a time of imperial strength. The embossed and etched metallic surface treatments of the interior give the lobby a look of luxury and wealth that few would expect of a militaristic faction, and seem to suggest the former function of hotel, more than military facility. But, in Nexusville, this is just another curiosity, like the technorganic local fauna or the forces that prevent craft to travel beyond the mesosphere.

A group of bots is gathered at the entrance, perhaps debating whether they would rather be seen arriving early, precisely on time, or fashionably late. The song playing in the lobby sounds suspiciously melancholy for an event advertised to the Community as a celebration. There are other bots already inside, perhaps guests, or those nominating themselves members of the Party Planning Committee, who have arrived with additional supplies.

The Dance's organizer is in the lobby. Many who know her, have not seen her recently, as she too has been recovering from some difficulty, but she looks stunning tonight: freshly drawn dark lines about her glowing red optics, and metallic and interference paint details on the light-teal and violet base of her deco. She can be overheard speaking to another guest, "If one bot so much as brings up my difference in suggesting I didn't get things set-up in time, because I was primping - that Starscream is probably still in his rainbow shower!" She stops mid-rant to greet some guests.

"Hi," Slipstream says, "Good to see you." Her voice is pleasant, going into what seems a practiced speech, "Welcome to Nexusville's Homecoming Dance. Help your self to refreshments; they are straight ahead in what is usually our conference room. If you need to freshen up, washroom is down the corridor to your left. There's proper dance music up on the observation deck, just take the turbo lift there on the right all the way up." Her voice then takes on a hard edge, which seems typical of her, "And, if it's Starscream's shift as DJ, feel free to remind him he can't just play music he likes; he should take your requests!" She looks around, "And a few others are bringing music from their collections."

There is mingling in the lobby; removable accessories, weapons and small pieces of warm apparel are being voluntarily checked at the security counted and stored in the apartment's administrative offices. There is no dancing here, but some are moving in time to the music, which seems to be routed through a public address system and has a slightly distorted and tinny quality.

Slipstream calls out to someone, "We cannibalized the sound system in the media room to improve the sound system in the observation deck - or were you just making fun of my playlist? If you were a teenager from Earth, you would totally understand how brilliantly my selections reference their struggles!" The reply is not so loud as to be overheard, but Slipstream says, "Just because it's Homecoming, doesn't mean everything has to be jock rock! The important thing is that it have a beat you can dance to."

Abruptly, the the music in the lobby changes. There are a few laughs, from those most exposed to Earth culture.

The conference room at the far end of the lobby is somewhat quieter, the music muffled by the room's walls. Here there are tables lain out with beverages and consumables. One small table has a variety of roasted chicken parts covered in various sauces; and glass and plastic bottles of various colored liquids. The largest table features a spectacular display cake with chromed finish detailed with gold wire and leaf, as well as an array of goodies including oil cakes, and polymer cookies. A table to the side supports drinking vessels; dispensers, pitchers and carafes for various grades of energon, ener-tea and oil; and additives.

Slipstream explains to a guest near the door, "I guess you can take your treats upstairs, if you must, but I did make sure to set up the tables and chairs in the adjacent event hall. There's plenty of coolant and water upstairs."

There is is music playing within the turbolift. It would seem subdued after the darkly dancable or pop music of the lobby, but the instrumental is uplifting and possibly Cybertronian. For one from Cybertron it might begin to inspire a sense of homecoming.

The music of the tubolift is drown by that of the observation deck's dance floor, sounding from small, powerful speakers concealed above. But, the view drowns out even the pounding of the music. It has to be illusion: the view beyond the glass surrounding the observation deck doesn't look like Nexusville with its polymorphic architecture; it looks to anyone who knows it like Cybertron. And, before the windows, are bots of various factions and universes, bouncing in dance to the rock music.

[ooc: Everyone's invited. If you have questions, feel free to ask.]
18th-Sep-2010 11:14 pm (UTC) - DJ Emo is on shift in the Observation Deck
UT Starscream

[Starscream is at the DJ booth, positioned centrally in the observation deck, and enjoying the track by Linkin Park, as he contemplates the songs he wants to play during this set.]
19th-Sep-2010 12:13 am (UTC) - Emo Prime is attracted to the emo music!
G1 - Rodimus Prime

*Rodimus makes his way up to the Observation Deck, wanting someplace a little quieter to watch people have fun. He smiles when he sees who is DJing.*

//Hello, Starscream.//
19th-Sep-2010 01:55 am (UTC) - DJ Emo playing a dedication on the Observation Deck
UT Starscream

[Starscream's voice cuts through to the observation deck's dance floor, as the previous song fades out.]

I have a dedication. This song goes out to Rodimus Prime.
19th-Sep-2010 02:19 am (UTC) - Re: DJ Emo playing a dedication on the Observation Deck
G1 - Rodimus Prime

*is quietly flattered*
19th-Sep-2010 02:05 am (UTC)
The bounty hunter turned AV guy moves from room to room with a seemingly permanent scowl. Piled on his shoulder is a heap of cables and speaker wire. He hadn't realized when he volunteered for the job that each fraggin' room would have separate music feeds, but he shouldn't have expected anything less from Slipstream. Damned scheming femme's gotta make everything as big and grand as possible, whether business or recreation. He's doesn't think it's a bad thing to have high standards for one's work, he just wishes he had more time to engineer the audio set-up for her standards. The work is currently cutting into his preening time. When he finally get's a chance to tear up the dance floor, he'll be fragged five ways to the pit if he doesn't do it with a sparkling wax job.

As he crosses the lobby, he slows his gait to contemplate the yodeling song, ready to open a complaint ticket (i.e. grumpy comm call) to the current DJ, but when the song kicks into a tauntingly-danceable rhythm, he lightens up and resumes his work. He even can't help but toss in the occasional aft-shake to the peculiar song's bumping beat.

19th-Sep-2010 02:36 am (UTC) - Lobby and nearby rooms
TFA Slipstream

Slipstream catches a glimpse of Lockdown, as he's moving through the lobby. She's too occupied with other guests to offer anything like help or thanks, of course. It had been even more work than she anticipated, getting the building set-up for the party, and she had still been regenerating, after her accident. It is downright noble and Autobot-like of her Blue Light Special to take on a lot of that work. As well he should, she tells herself. Capable as she is, she shouldn't be burdened with such tasks!

Yet, something about how helpful he is nags at her. It's like the mech is trying to demonstrate worthiness - not that she acknowledges they are in courtship of any kind - and it's working.

She winces, slightly, as she realizes she has been watching those swaying coattails, instead of her nearest guest.
19th-Sep-2010 06:45 am (UTC) - DJ Emo playing another song in the Observation Deck
UT Starscream

[Starscream fades-in a new song for the dancers on the observation deck.]
19th-Sep-2010 06:51 am (UTC)
Ramjet arrives at the party. He glances around, noticing Lockdown running around. He sort of recognizes the DJ. Hadn't he spoken to that mech before...? The music's good anyway, so he heads in that direction.
19th-Sep-2010 06:58 am (UTC)
TFA Slipstream

Slipstream notices her brother arrive, and waves, as she is directing another guest to the refreshments.

//Ramjet. Have fun. I may catch-up, soon. Haven't even gotten to dance, or check-out the holograms yet!//
19th-Sep-2010 02:40 pm (UTC)
Silverbolt walked in, giving a smile and wave to Slipstream, and taking in the area. Stream had outdone herself with this Homecoming. Flight would be along shortly, having seen his little brother busy in the kitchen when he left. Not sure where to start at first, he heads for the conference room to get a beverage and a small oil cake.

Once he found a quiet place to eat and drink, he would head up to the deck and listen to the music. He wasn't sure if he would dance or not.
19th-Sep-2010 03:06 pm (UTC)
TFA Slipstream

Slipstream returns the wave to the aerialbot. She approaches him then, as he is coming from the conference room with his refreshments. She sways to the current music playing in the lobby.

"Hi. Silverbolt, right?" She reminds herself the bigger one is the one they call Bolt. "You want to find a seat? There are some in the hall." She gestures to the right where a corridor continues into the building, and there is a door close, on the right side.
19th-Sep-2010 10:05 pm (UTC)
IDW Nemesis Prime.

[He know's he's been a hermit of late, but - he'd here, in the background, humming to whatever the music from the turbo lift was. Surprising, the battle mask is open, and he's sipping on some energon.

..What? Even Zombieliches can enjoy good music, too.]

{{OOC: Hi..? I swear I haven't forgotten the comm!}}

Edited at 2010-09-19 10:05 pm (UTC)
19th-Sep-2010 10:11 pm (UTC) - <3
TFA Slipstream

Slipstream spots the fallen Prime, seemingly enjoying the party. The good thing with inviting everyone is you don't get Big Bads showing up like a vengeful Disney villian to crash the party. The bad thing with inviting everyone, is that they may show up invited!

Slipstream ducks her head, hoping Nemesis doesn't realize she stole his eyeliner pen from his Lair that time.
19th-Sep-2010 10:33 pm (UTC) - DJ Emo playing another song in the Observation Deck
UT Starscream

[Starscream starts another song, after the last.]

Eh. Here's another one of my picks. And, I am obligated to announce I will accept requests and dedications.
20th-Sep-2010 02:34 am (UTC)
*Jazz slipped through the crowd, making his way over to the DJ booth and getting Starscream's attention with a friendly sort of wave.*

Hey there, on request of Lockdown, m'here to spell you for a bit so you can go enjoy the party and mingle with the crowd.
20th-Sep-2010 11:24 am (UTC)
TFA Red Alert

*Red Alert ambles towards the conference room, pausing along the way to admire the building's impressive interior. She stops at a refreshment table to get herself some ener-tea, contented with merely listening to the strange Earthen music for now.*
20th-Sep-2010 05:03 pm (UTC)
TFA Slipstream

*Slipstream notices the Autobot femme in the conference room, as she is on her way to the turbolift. She had glimpsed her in the halls when recovering in Autobot Medbay and not been introduced. The curious feeling of happiness when facing a foe she is getting informs Slipstream she had best go upstairs and work out any excess energy on the dancefloor, rather than make an introduction. She smirks wickedly, then hurries to the lift.*
21st-Sep-2010 12:55 am (UTC)
Ack Primus! *Fireflight slid to a stop outside of the apartments, cake protected from dust inside a large box*

I'm soooo sorry i'm late, I didn't miss anything did i?
21st-Sep-2010 01:04 am (UTC)
TFA Slipstream

*Slipstream spots Fireflight at the entrance to the lobby.*

Flight! Hi.

*She approaches*

You haven't missed much, I haven't even gone upstairs yet, myself. Do you need help with that? We can put it in the Conference room on one of the tables.
21st-Sep-2010 01:49 am (UTC)
*Keeping an optic on the festivities, Jazz grins and calls up another tune, one that hopefully will be prophetic for the evening.*
21st-Sep-2010 02:27 am (UTC) - Observation deck dance floor
UT Starscream

[Starscream is on the dance floor, bouncily dancing to the DJ's latest track.]
22nd-Sep-2010 12:36 am (UTC)
BW Waspinator

[Waspinator is fashionably late to the party, having spent some time rounding up music to share, making sure he's nice and shiny, and prodding Terrorsaur out the door.

Given that, the party is already going full swing when they arrive, and Waspinator is instantly both excited and nervous -- Large crowds still freak him out sometimes, but he's social and likes having a good time.

Not really paying attention to him, but expecting Terrorsaur to follow him, he starts weaving his way through the crowd, waving cheerfully at any one he knows.]
22nd-Sep-2010 12:41 am (UTC)
UT Starscream

[Starscream makes a small bow to Waspinator, as he sees him, from the entrance of the conference room, where he is taking a break from dancing and DJing to have some refreshments.]
22nd-Sep-2010 02:15 am (UTC)
*Another song, and Jazz is laughing along with the bots in the crowd who are familiar with the lyrics, and one line in particular.*

Now, I don't know about the 'verse I came from, but it seems to me these folks might've had a little insider info when it comes to us bots, mm?
22nd-Sep-2010 10:01 am (UTC)
Silverbolt looks taken aback as he walks into the lobby and sees and hears that the party is already in full swing. Whoops, he's late! He ducks his head, a bit embarrassed.

He stands around, looking a bit lost. After a moment of hesitation, Silverbolt wanders towards the conference room for refreshments before he takes a look at that dance floor.
22nd-Sep-2010 04:53 pm (UTC)
TFA Lockdown

The lift ride from the Observation Deck to the Lobby is probably the longest lift ride the hunter's ever endured. He keeps playing the scene in his head over and over again, trying to pinpoint exactly where it went wrong. One klik they were laughing, dancing and flirting, and the next she was giving him the cold shoulder. All he had done was kiss her. It hadn't been anything out of the ordinary for a party atmosphere. He's seen bots do it all the time at parties he's attended in the past.

His spark sinks as it becomes clearer to him why she pulled away. In her chain of command, he is merely a henchman, a gun-for-hire who hunted her kind for a pathetic price issued by the EG. Without a sworn allegiance and a fraggin' Con symbol, she'll never see him as worthy enough to be anything more than a dance partner and 'facing buddy.

But why should he care!? What's wrong with a beautifully convenient relationship like that? It's perfect for him. When the times comes for him to leave Nexus and resume the lifestyle he kicks aft at, there won't be any attachments to sever, no commitments to break. The handful of friends he has made here doesn't need him around, and what kind of bounty hunter needs friends that aren't lucrative to the business? Nexus has made him soft. Made him into some kind of bleeding sparked fool.

The lift finally reaches the ground floor and Lockdown is through the doors in a sparkbeat. He'll finish his techie tasks then leave. Go spend the evening with Annie on the Death's Head, watching old pirate movies and planning his hunt for the elusive Drift. He looks around the lobby, searching for his audio gear then curses out loud when realizes he left it upstairs. He's NOT going back upstairs.

Spotting the refreshment table he bee-lines for it, snagging a cube of high grade. The wagon can go frag itself, he deserves a drink. He's about to slam it down when a peculiar-looking, feathered mammal-bot catches his optic. Curiosity getting the better of him, he's already heading in the creature's direction, captivated and confused by the mix of techno and squishy. He's seen beast bots before but never one that he couldn't pinpoint what beast was their alt-mode. Lockdown prided himself on his ability to instantly identify alt-modes and upgrades, and when he couldn't immediately figure a mech out by looks alone, then he made it a point to dig deeper.

Th'spark are you supposed to be?

He approaches from behind, his tone gruff but more curious than hostile.

(ooc: Forgive the novel. Bird-doggie just happen to get caught in the crossfire of angst. ^_~)
23rd-Sep-2010 03:49 am (UTC)
TFA Blitzwing

Blitzwing lands outside and transforms to robot mode. He removes an errant tree branch from a cavity underneath his left wing. If asked, he plans on saying he was taking a nap. Or he got lost. Or something. No one needs to know how long he was stuck in that tree....

Better late than never, right?

Inside his mind, Hothead preens and wonders how many pretty femmebots are single tonight. Random, on the other hand, is bouncing with ecstatic energy. So many people all in one place! Free food! Loud music! Free food! It'll be fun!

Despite his cold, logical nature, Icy finds himself affected by Random's excitement. He pokes his head into the entrance to see who's around. It's been a long time since he had any fun of the non-destructive kind....
23rd-Sep-2010 11:09 am (UTC)
TFA Slipstream

Slipstream makes her way down the stairwell, purposely avoiding the turbolifts, as that is the way Lockdown went.

She emerges from the door between stairs and lobby, a small container of coolant cut with water currently clutched in her right-hand talons. The song now playing in the lobby seems as annoyingly referential as the one Jazz had been playing upstairs. The relevance of lyrics to anyone's plight had seemed clever when the Dance was just begun, but that was before the songs all seemed to remind her of her partner in sparkache.

She sights the fashionably late Blitzwing in the Lobby. She is pleased to see the fellow Decepticon in attendance; she knows he has his own appreciation for music. She approaches slowly, still trying to shake that icy feeling of the exchange upstairs.

"Couldn't decide what to wear?" She asks.

Edited at 2010-09-23 11:10 am (UTC)
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