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Post by Mirage on May 11, 2008 0:02:36 GMT -5
Mirage wakes to find himself if a perfectly tailored Armani suit, a grey glen plaid with a subtle striping of blue. The shirt is crisp white cotton, and whoever dressed him decided to forgo the tie and leave the jacket open for a more casual style. Somehow, Mirage manages to look perfectly at ease with the both the clothes and situation.
He now leans casually against a marble column, drink in hand. Possibly his last drink, considering Mixmaster is headed for the bar.
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Synapse
Minor
Do not touch...please
Posts: 380
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Post by Synapse on May 11, 2008 0:43:38 GMT -5
Synapse wakes up perched at a corner table. He also discovers himself outfitted in a white shield-front shirt (sans sleeves to make up for his shoulders) complete with grey elbow-length gloves and a black apron tied around his waist. Looks like someone up there decided to make Synapse the obligatory waiter boy in this fancy occasion.
If that's where he's placed, that's what he'll do. But at the moment, Synapse sits, toying with the data-stick that had been sitting so innocently in his cup holder.
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Sideburn
Rookie
Must not chase Swerve, must not chase Swerve...
Posts: 211
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Post by Sideburn on May 11, 2008 1:26:26 GMT -5
Sideburn's wakes up at a table and shakes himself, not feeling right... Looking down, that "not feeling right" is explained by the presence of clothes. A nobleman's outfit from early middle-age Europe, to be exact. His legs are covered with fitted red hose. Over that he has two layers of tunics: the undertunic is white and reaches his ankles. The outer tunic is red and belted at the waist. There's a blue mantle thrown over his shoulders. How his clothes manage to not be affected by the car kibble sprouting from his back like wings, no one knows. ...At least he's not wearing the hat. He glances around. Wedge is at the table with him, and there seems to be a fair number from both factions here, also dressed up. ...And there's a datastick in his cup holder. He immediately picks that up. Wouldn't want it to get lost.
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Gizmo
Rookie
Blue and Nerdy
Posts: 147
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Post by Gizmo on May 11, 2008 9:14:23 GMT -5
Oh dear, once again Gizmo thinks he's been sucked into a Twilight Zone episode -- first falling into defrag at his computer terminal and waking up on Gillinan, and now this.
And oh dear, he's all dressed up too. In full Scottish Highland regalia, too, complete with kilt, jacket, and dress sporran1. There's even a set of bagpipes hanging from one shoulder. And here he was hoping that, if he ever found himself in human-style garb, it would be something somewhat cool.
"Aw, poodoo," he grumbles, and with a slump to his doorwings he goes to join Sideburn at his table. Hopefully no one asks for a demonstration of the bagpipes tonight...
1. Sporran -- a pouch that hangs from a chain around the waist, usually worn with a kilt.
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Ironfire
Cadet
Baron von Troperton
Posts: 68
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Post by Ironfire on May 11, 2008 10:04:25 GMT -5
Ironfire takes a careful sip of her intoxicating beverage, careful not to spill any on her white dress. The flowing debutante gown seems like a strange thing for the tank 'bot to be wearing, but she's perfectly comfortable in it.
Interestingly, she and Cannonball have the same goal, or very similar goals.
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Post by Injector on May 11, 2008 10:16:29 GMT -5
Injector is not one to stay in one place for long. Not is he one for much clothing. He has beauty to show off! The Fuzor strolls around the tables, a black tie the only clothing found on the Predacon. He takes a sip of the drink he carries with him. Somehow. His mouth doesn't look very good for sipping. But, he can reach it.
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Post by Spinister on May 11, 2008 11:11:40 GMT -5
Spinister is already lurking in the shadows. He is wearing a black cape with a high, starched collar, and his rotor blades are rotated down so that the cape flows better. A carved amethyst Decepticon symbol set in sterling silver pins his cape at the neck. Underneath the cape is a ruffled, flounced white shirt with elaborate lace cuffs that spills around his wrists. Then, there is a well-tailored pair of black pants.
It almost looks like a tasteful outfit for him until one realises that he looks like something out of Dracula or Phantom of the Opera.
He sips at a drink, something mild and mellow, and considers his datastick thoughtfully. Mainly, he just wonders when Needlenose will awaken and force him to change into something a little less old-fashioned.
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Sky-byte
Minor
Worst Luck Ever
Posts: 334
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Post by Sky-byte on May 11, 2008 11:25:16 GMT -5
Well, Sky-Byte's quite content with things as they are at the moment. Having startled awake under layers of thick silk, the Predacon is currently admiring himself, a small indoor koi pond serving as his looking glass. For some reason, Sky-Byte in full Kabuki warrior regalia doesn't look that off. Complete with small sword tucked beneath a wait-band. He's not at a table, but he'll be making his way to one momentarily. Example here
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Emirate Xaaron-3
Rookie
Ate you alive since you were a child/That's when the monster first appeared in you
Posts: 162
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Post by Emirate Xaaron-3 on May 11, 2008 11:30:55 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron woke up wearing a simple hat.
A simple hat with a beard mask on the front and curved orange horns.
He rather quickly stuffed it under his chair, hoping no one would notice. Then, when he noticed Mirage in that fine Armani suit and Pee-Dee doing announcements and, and, and Grimlock - gah! - Emirate Xaaron proceeded to stuff himself under his chair, too, curled up tight.
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Post by Scourge (BW) on May 11, 2008 12:03:49 GMT -5
Scourge awakes with a rather... interesting outfit. Corset, whip holstered... Yes. The mad scientist is a dominatrix. He seems oddly unperturbed by this turn of events.
He strolls casually in the direction of the bar, perhaps with nefarious plans.
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Dead End
Major
Yes, we're all doomed. I already knew that.
Posts: 797
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Post by Dead End on May 11, 2008 12:10:44 GMT -5
Dead End finds himself lurking in a back corner with a book of hand-written poetry in front of him and an inexplicable urge for a cup of coffee. He's wearing a black ruffled shirt, black leather pants, black fishnets on his arms, and black combat boots on his feet. He refuses to examine how all that fits on him too closely.
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Swerve-3
Rookie
Maintain the Light
Posts: 169
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Post by Swerve-3 on May 11, 2008 12:26:31 GMT -5
This isn't quite where the constable expected to wake up. Bronze-coated yellow optics flicker up to full power and slowly, Swerve sits upright. It's a bit stifling in here, he decides, and…. And something is on his head. He blinks at the obstruction just above his brow ridge and carefully removes his glass-flat brim Stetson to peer at it, then down at the rest of himself – concealed beneath a brass-buttoned scarlet military dress coat trimmed in gold, brown Sam Browne belt – it does, in fact, also have the holster and white sidearm lanyard hanging from 'round his neck – and bloused midnight blue riding breeches. A slightly stiff pair of High Browns polished to a shine finishes the ensemble. No wonder it feels stifling.
Yes, the constable is clad in the dress uniform of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. He'd be rather proud of this fact if he had any idea what it entails. As it is, he's mostly curious that it seems to've been worked around his pipes and his "backpack" somehow.
He gives up this train of thought when he spots a flash of gold in the corner of his vision and turns just in time to see Emirate Xaaron scurrying beneath his own chair. Presumably his Emirate Xaaron, unless he's read the other one all wrong and they both have reasons to hide.
"Oh, dear." And quick as a wink, Swerve drops the Stetson back onto his head rather than leave it at his seat, not knowing who loaned it to him or if they'd like it back and loath to accidentally lose it by neglect, and he's at Emirate Xaaron's chair to carry out a dashing rescue see what's the matter. To one knee he drops, steadying himself with one hand on the floor and offering the other. Oh, he doesn't really expect Emirate Xaaron to take it, but he keeps his hand out, arm extended, more as a guide to hopefully coax his leader back out than anything else. "Sir?" he asks quietly.
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Boondocker
Rookie
General Contractor at Large and Sanitation Engineer Second-Class
Pickup Man
Posts: 216
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Post by Boondocker on May 11, 2008 12:36:03 GMT -5
"*Snort* Hunuh? Whuh? Whar am--Aaack!" Thud!
Boondocker finds himself awake and promptly in a pile on the floor. He scrambles back up, looking down at himself. "Whut in tar-nation..." he mumbles, finding himself in a white suit and black tie, with a black cane. And glasses. He looks right ready to tell you about how eleven secret herbs and spices make his chicken finger-lickin'.
However, he sees Grimlock up at the piano, and cups his hands around his mouth, shouting out a request.
"FREEEEEEE BIIIIIIIIRD!"
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Nimbus Tsura
Major
Secretary to Mr. Breakaway
Sky-Painter Extraordinaire
Posts: 735
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on May 11, 2008 13:32:03 GMT -5
Skyblast is investigating the height of the ceiling. He thinks he could fly in here. He's possibly also over-estimating his own abilities.
Of course, flying would tear up his outfit, which is a dapper, well-oiled leather bomber jacket in a fetching chestnut brown, a pure white silk scarf wrapped around his neck, a leather helmet, goggles, and leather pants. All in all, he's done up as a dashing pilot, perhaps recalling Charles Lindbergh.
Okay, no flying right now. Time for drinks, then.
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Duskwing
Major
"What the slag happened?"
Posts: 848
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Post by Duskwing on May 11, 2008 14:31:11 GMT -5
Duskwing sat up with a jerk. "Hey! I didn' do it and youse can't prove nuttin'! Huh?"
The dark blue and purple Seeker looked around at the odd assemblage, and wondered what the slag got into his energon, 'cause this nightmare was a real doozy. He was dressed in a badly fitting gray suit that didn't quite conceal the bulge of his arm cannon, and there was a matching gray fedora perched on his head.
He looked around, scowling; what a bunch of weirdos! At least there was a bar...
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