No Such Thing as too Much Dancing

[Farlane/Faye Fairlane]

OOC: Day 10. Open thread!

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If Farlane had been pink before, that pink had nothing on what he was donning now. He'd be shedding beta particles of deadly pinkness if that was at all possible.

A massive plume of exotic feathers rose from his helm and into a vague shape of a heart, glitter and fake jewelry filling up any spot that wasn't blinding enough. More feathers curved along his hips, accompanied by yet more glitter with an added bonus of shiny sequines that bounced and jangled as he strutted about. If this wasn't the very definition of gaudiness then Farlane was clearly out to redefine it entirely. And with a team of equally shiny and gaudy alien women to help him, even.

He was gaudy, surrounded by lovely aliens and currently being paid to dance his very shiny skid plate off. The money, was, of course, going to go straight to helping the Autobots, but damn it all if he wasn't enjoying himself at the moment.

Enjoying himself for a good cause!

[fangsan]

Why had he come here to this show, chance why was he still here watching it, curious and intrigued is what he would say.

In truth it was more so he hoped no other Decepticons would share his own like for music and he wouldn't run into any of them here. Ravage had no desire to hear anymore about his failure and needed some fun for himself.

And his fun was listening to music while a mass of feathers, glitter, and pink shinnyness danced along with a group of the local alien females. At least one of them seemed to be having a little to much fun, the odd one out of the group at that. Roughly the feline bot was aware that the one who stood out was a Transformer, but with so much added extras he couldn't tell from which faction.

Speaking of looks, Ravage had done nothing to chance his look at all, faction sigs still on display. With his lines of credit still good he'd paid and bribed his way around so far. Such as how he'd paid for this show sat in a booth near the stage somewhat close so he didn't feel alone yet away from the rest of the crowd.

[Farlane/Faye Fairlane]

Farlane was a bit of a last minute addition. Choreography-wise, he does look a bit odd next to the neon woman. The other neon alien had stormed out a day ago and the act would've been cancelled entirely if it weren't for his awesomtastic dancing skills.

Of course, dancing with hefty props attached amounted to little more more than kicking his heels and doing pretty hand movements, but that was besides the point.

Doing a kick and half-turn, the pink mech then glided to the center of the stage with the rest of the dancers and the light reflecting off of the ungodly amount of glitter lit up the room like a rainbow disco ball. The dancey music picked up and after a few minutes of dazzling hallucinogenic hip shaking, the dancers split off to different corners of the platform.

It was then that Farlane found himself in front of a cat robot. A cat robot with Decepticon sigils no less. Huh, he didn't know Decepticons appreciated showgirl dancing. Giving the fellow a dazzling grin, he then made sure not a single feather attached to his form was left stationary as he danced.

[fangsan]

When coming online Ravage had spent most of his time around a robot which was little more then an upgraded dancing music player and so found something about music and dancing he appreciated.

The grin he got along with the look confirmed to the cat bot something as well, that this transformer before him was an Autobot. Of course he had been pretty sure anyway that he was no Decepticon anyway but still.

It seemed at the moment however neither one of them was worried about each other, Ravage was sat much like a dog would be on the chair in his booth. With the Autobot dancing in front of him, almost for him. It was interesting to say the least, he'd never seen show dancing before but was enjoying it.

His tail gave that away as it flicked in time to the music beat.

Of course there was too much pink and shininess to the dancing Autobot, but the feathers were nice to watch and he was enjoying himself. He just had to half shut his optics every time the light flickered into them.

[Farlane/Faye Fairlane]

Farlane didn't recall ever grinning dazzlingly at any Decepticon when he actually was an Autobot. Well, maybe before the arrival of his current Curve Apocalypse form. When he'd still been shooting at them. With a really big cannon. But not really under any other circumstances.

And, while Farlane surely made up for it by simply standing vaguely near any Autobots, a lot of the flamboyant boys were still on the 'Con side here.

In the mean time, he treats the little white kitty to a soundtrack of metal heels clack-clack-clacking in tandem with gratuitous displays of curvy legs. Then the music draws the dancers back to center stage once more and he ends up next to an equally pink lizard lady.

[fangsan]

Why yes Ravage was now staring at Farlane and even when after a few moments he noticed he was staring the cat bot carried on watching him closely.

And not because the dancer was a Autobot either.

If someone asked him right why Ravage wouldn't have an answer, he was enjoying the show yes and the music along with the metal clacking that echoed out. His optics stayed on Farlane the whole time, he was amazed someone could have so much fun when there was so much tension going out with the rest of their faction.

The kitty envied him for been able to do that.

[Farlane/Faye Fairlane]

Well, dancing and being more glittery than glitter tends to affect one's state of emotional wellbeing. At least, as far as Farlane knows and Farlane knows a lot about dancing and glitter. On the other hand, Ravage didn't seem to be the glitter and dancey type and the pink mech could very well be biased on the matters considering his current location.

The music slowed down now, and the jazzy trumpets started. The dancers link their arm and kick their heels into the air in perfectly synchronized movements: left and then right and left again with the attractive hip-twist that sent feathers scattering and made the more randy audience members come alive with wolf whistles and cheering.

[fangsan]

Ravage was not one of the more randy ones there, in fact it seemed this part of the show had his interest the least. Of course it was also the fact that all the cheering and such was reminding the cat bot just how many were there at the show.

Sinking down lower in his seat the black metal robot was almost disappearing in the shadows of his booth, too many voices meant too many others around him. The feeling uncomfortable for him as his illusion of been nearly alone was broken.

Shuddering Ravage was sunk low but still able to watch the show and listen to the music, yet far from comfortable now shown by the look on his face and his slashing tail behind him.

[Farlane/Faye Fairlane]

With a grand finale of high kicks and wag of colorful tailfeathers, the curtains finally draw shut leaving the applauding audience in the dark. Farlane laughs as he is swept along by the rush of giggling showgirls moving backstage in preparation for the next show. He catches a glimpse of a dark woman with tusks and a pretty silky blue dress moving up and onto the stage- a singer apparently. He makes sure to give her an appreciative whistle before he ducked into the make-up room, taking off his feather crest.

"You're up after Resha's group, 'Lane!" someone shouted from his left and he gives them a thumbs up and a 'noted!'; he had sometime then, but he was better off not wasting it too much. The pink car-former starts taking off his excessive ornaments and putting them up on the disorganized costume rack in the dressing room, humming as he listened to the girls chatter.

[fangsan]

"So this is what Autobots do for fun and money is it?" Ravage asked as he entered the backstage area and was close up behind Farlane. With his head tilted to the side the cat bike had an amused look on his face while his tail flicked behind him.

Moving around slowly also in a half circle the crowd had gotten too hearty and loud for Ravage's liking and so he'd half sneaked half walked backstage and easily found the other Transformer.

Now the real question was why, Ravage didn't seem to have any weapons or means of attacking so that would be out.

[Farlane/Faye Fairlane]

"Better 'n nukin' planets, I say," Farlane chuckles and tosses the sequine skirt away, distractedly adding over his shoulder, "beats sittin' in space for hours and hours too." If the pink mech had to choose between dancing and being on a space ship he wasn't piloting...

Yeah, dancing. Definitely. Staring at the walls had its uses, but fun and entertainment was not one of them.

He subspaces a few kibbles before grabbing a black waistcoat from the racks and putting it on. Good thing they had a waistcoat; there was no way he could've fitted his chest under any of those shirts. That was the problem with heaving a bumper-chest design, that was.

[Barricade]

"A good point," a deep voice rumbles from the shadows of the doorway to the room. "Boredom is so... dull."

There is a cop leaning against the door frame, black hat pulled low over his red optics, and a neat, black uniform hiding most of his chassis. Not all of it, though: odd wing-like projections rise almost gracefully over his shoulders, and long, thin silver digits curl over the elbows of his arms, crossed over his chest. There also seems to be a preponderance of odd, almost spiky protrusions throughout his form, however, they're all encased in the intricate folds and odd extraneous pleats of his uniform.

Barricade shifts, tilting his head up to shoot Farlane a knowing grin. "Quite the performance out there," he remarks easily.

In the rafters and catwalks, a spindly shadow lurks, his four blue optics dimmed to low levels as not to give himself away. With patience that would surprise most who have never seen the manic hacker at work, Frenzy surveys the establishment, turning his attention to the crowd now that Barricade has made contact with the mech that caught the younger Ravage's optic.

[Ravage (ROTF)]

Sitting on his haunches next to Barricade is a spikey kitty cat that bears little if any resemblance to the curious kitten from the show room floor. Ravage is not overly thrilled to be here, and a constant low grumble emanates from his throat, barely noticeable

This is because he has been forced to wear a department-issued K-9 dog coat, harness and lead. The lead is currently tied up at the nap of his neck, because if Barricade even tried to lead Ravage around, Barricade would likely be missing vital parts of his anatomy in short order.

The dog coat comes down far enough on his hips to cover his sigil.

[Farlane/Faye Fairlane]

Glancing over his shoulder, Farlane sees an officer leaning on the door frame. Officers leaning on the door frame wasn't a terribly rare occurance. Officers leaning on the doorframe and complimenting on his performance wasn't very rare either. Considering the fact that Farlane had been dancing beside The Neon Wonder from Juspileo however, he was hard pressed to believe that he'd been flashy enough to have stolen the show- no matter how much his ego disagrees.

He grabs a pair of black, fishnet stockings from the racks before turning to properly give his new harrassers a good look. Well, a very good and appreciative look at Barricade mostly followed with a brief odd-and-rather-amused look at his growly, terrifying sidekick. The pink mech could hear giggling and a hushed 'it's a kitty!' from somewhere beyond the doorway and quirks a smirk.

"Ya here for my paperwork, or 's this a personal visit?" Farlane asks as he pulls one stocking on, making sure his bladed heel doesn't cut through it, before setting his foot on a spare chair and rolling the showy material up his thigh. "I ain't objectin' to either, officer, but it's nice t' get the fluff outta the way."

First the Decepticon kitty and now some rather pointy looking fellows. He's pretty sure they're Decepticons too, although why so many of them were chasing after his tail today was a bit a of a mystery.

[Barricade]

Fishnets. How interesting. Barricade can't say that he's ever seen fishnets for a mech before. Hell, this whole concept of clothing is a new and weird thing anyway. Thankfully Spinister had found a tailor capable of making their uniforms so that they could still transform, or else Barricade would be going through a lot of uniforms.

He can't help but smirk at Ravage's ire, reaching down absently to scritch the pissy cat behind one "ear" before snatching his talon back before it's bitten off.

"Just admiring the view," he remarks. "I'm sure your permits are all in order. No need to interrupt your preparations to check perfectly valid paperwork."

"But I thought I might check out the rumors floating around," he adds with a grin.