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Post by Perceptor on Mar 7, 2008 23:43:35 GMT -5
The energon is flowing, Grimlock has already fallen from the rooftop once, and there is music. Music which Perceptor gives a cursory listen to as he finds a convenient empty space to claim as his own. The beat is unfamiliar, but, really, any beat at all will suffice, even if he isn't well-versed in the particular style. As he starts to move, it should be clear to anyone who spent time on Earth that this silly red scientist must have learned all his moves from reruns of Solid Gold. Or maybe Saturday Night Fever. John Travolta? Eat your heart out. "Do you dance, Holi?" he asks the micromaster perched on his shoulder where Perceptor had placed him after having relieved Holi of his self-imposed duties as waiter but moments before.
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Post by Wheelie on Mar 8, 2008 0:05:31 GMT -5
Hey, there's where Holi went! Wheelie ambles over to where his friend and Perceptor are in time to hear the question.
"Wheelie doesn't know much, so he'll take a chance. Tell Wheelie please, what means it to dance?"
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Post by Holi on Mar 8, 2008 0:37:01 GMT -5
Holi wasn't sure at first what to think of being summarily deposed as self-appointed waiter. People would want drinks, and it'd give him a chance to chat with the faces he doesn't yet know too well (to say he's intrigued by Makeshift would be an incredible understatement). But… the doctor does have a point… the party is supposed to be for fun. Holi can't really help himself, he supposes; he's used to being the responsible one, so falling into that role comes all too easily.
Except he's been picked right out of that and perched on the doctor's shoulder while… while the doctor dances. He knows this isn't his doctor, not exactly, even if they look utterly the same, but it's still so bizarre to see someone as dignified and orderly and respected as Perceptor… well, dancing like this. It takes quite a lot for the young captain to make himself not laugh at how unbelievably silly the whole situation seems, really. In the middle of all this – being lost in space and probably time, too, scrounging and scraping to make a space for themselves on this abandoned world, up against Decepticons, with a planet-eating monster out there somewhere – everyone can still find time to have a party and dance.
"Dance?" he echoes, snapping back to reality and blinking at Perceptor. Well, he can do a mean conga line, but there probably won't be very much of that up here. "I… sort of… oh! Wheelie!" Holi grins and waves enthusiastically at his Minibot friend. "Dancing!" he adds with a sweeping gesture toward the doctor and, further away, to Rodimus Prime and Arcee. "You know, when you move to the music!"
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Post by Perceptor on Mar 8, 2008 5:49:53 GMT -5
Dancing like what, Holi? Badly? But of course! And look! There's even a Junkion present to make the picture complete. "Wheelie!" Perceptor greets cheerfully. If he recalls correctly, Wheelie has a certain exuberant skill in dancing, himself. Except, as the minibot's question reminds him, this Wheelie has not had much opportunity, or reason, to do so yet in his life. Well, no time like the present to address that particular little issue. "To dance: to move one's feet or body, or both, rhythmically in a pattern of steps, especially to the accompaniment of music 1, or to leap, skip, etc., as from excitement or emotion; move nimbly or quickly: to dance with joy 1," Perceptor expounds, using a particularly energetic gyration to carefully lift Holi down from his shoulder to deposit him beside Wheelie. "Like this!" And Travolta-bot here has only had one little tipple thus far. Can you believe that Perceptor had never been invited to participate in "Dancing With The Stars"? There's probably a reason for that - beyond the ability to smoosh his partner with a single whoops-misstep. Not, exactly, that it stops him from attempting a little spin flourish with a touch of moonwalk thrown in on the end. He's going to end up careening into someone at this rate. What the hell; it's a party! 1 - quoted from Dictionary.com Unabridged v.1.1.
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Post by Grimlock on Mar 8, 2008 21:09:17 GMT -5
And careening he will, as an oblivious Grimlock is backing up toward a wall, and is bumped into by the overly happy and overly wordy scientist. Grimlock stumbles, then turns around. He's still kinda residually cheesed from the leftover high grade in his systems, so his visor is set to maximum glaring.
"...me Grimlock say what big idea, crashing into me Grimlock like that?!"
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Post by Wheelie on Mar 9, 2008 0:04:54 GMT -5
"Wheelie thinks big bot's moves are pretty hot, so here we go, he's gonna give it a shot!"
With that, the little orange minbot launches himself into motion, first copying Perceptor's moves--nicely sidestepping Grimlock--and then executing a perfecting spinning handstand.
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Post by Holi on Mar 10, 2008 22:23:24 GMT -5
Yup, none of this is a conga line. Holi isn't sure he can quite jump into things as enthusiastically as Perceptor or Wheelie can – or as impressively as Wheelie, because that manoeuvre just looked awesome – but he's certainly enjoying watching them. He bops a little in time with the music, but the biggest stretch of the imagination probably can't call it dancing. He turns a placating smile to Grimlock.
"Just an accident," he soothes the Dinobot, chortling happily. "Say, Grimlock, sir… do you know how to dance? You could join us!" Or at least join Holi in pretend-dancing.
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Post by Perceptor on Mar 12, 2008 16:31:33 GMT -5
"Oh! My apologies, Grimlock. I was attempting to demonstrate the concept of 'dancing' to Wheelie-" Perceptor begins to explain, breaking off when the aforementioned autobot begins demonstrating his own aptitudes for joyful motion. Joyful motion that Holi has not yet appeared to engage in... and he'd never actually answered that he could dance, come to think of it. "Excellent, Wheelie! That is the spirit!"
"Yes, very sorry, Grimlock. I was remiss in paying attention to my surroundings," he adds, leaning down to once again gently scoop Holi up and place him on his unencumbered shoulder. "Come and join us!"
And yes, Perceptor does dare to reach out and tug on Grimlock's elbow to attempt to urge him into joining them. You wouldn't hit a guy with expensive, delicate lenses and a micromaster on his shoulder, would you Grimmy?
ooc: mech-handling of Holi done with permission.
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Post by Wheelie on Mar 12, 2008 19:29:47 GMT -5
From his handstand, Wheelie pushes up into the air, clicking his feet together in the process, as his momentum carries him back to his feet and into a crouch. His feet shoot out and he balances on his hands, before pushing forward into a somersault, which gets him back on his feet, jerking first one way and then the next.
Ladies and gentlebots, Wheelie is a dancing machine.
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Post by Grimlock on Mar 13, 2008 21:11:49 GMT -5
Grimlock might hit Perceptor if he was a black repaint, and if Holi was a little pilot person. For now, though, he's convinced that Perceptor did not mean any harm, and has calmed somewhat.
At the tugging, Grimlock pulls his arm back. "Me Grimlock not allowed to dance, Kup and Rodimus say so. Say me dangerous."
He is, after all. If he started dancing, the party might need a new song!
'Everything is tumbling, tumbling, tumbling down~...'
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Post by Holi on Mar 14, 2008 21:55:55 GMT -5
And up he goes again! Holi hates that Perceptor feels he has to accommodate the Micromaster this way, but at the same time, at least Holi isn't obstructing the floor while others dance. That can't be a bad thing. He comes close to apologising for the trouble he's causing, then thinks better of it and shuts his mouth; if it was a problem, someone would've said something.
Instead, he cheers on Perceptor and Wheelie both, and beams at Grimlock.
"Only in enemy territory, right?" he wonders. "Maybe I'll get to see that sometime!" Why, yes, Holi would like to see Grimlock use his killer moves on some Decepticons.
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Post by Perceptor on Mar 16, 2008 19:54:47 GMT -5
Oh my... Wheelie certainly does catch on quickly! Perceptor claps to cheer the exuberant minibot on.
Oh dear. Perceptor should have remembered that about Grimlock - or any of the dinobots, really - being restricted from such boisterous activity in Autobot territory. "My apologies, Grimlock," he replies, offering no resistance when Grimlock pulls his arm free.
The commotion of Nightbeat's assault on Xaaron distracts Perceptor from anything further he might have offered the sullen dinobot Commander, and that free hand rises to steady Holi as Perceptor turns toward the ruckus--
Which already seems to be well in hand. Ouch. Nightbeat will be feeling that one. Hmm.... Perhaps he should have adjusted the potency on these batches of libations? Libations which a certain little mechadragon is tilting her head curiously at. So absorbed in a brief spate of calculations is he that Perceptor doesn't even note Tiny picking her way across the table of snacks and drinks toward the punch bowl.
"Well, Grimlock... Perhaps later when we have returned to our sparring sessions and practice matches, you might demonstrate your dancing skills to us, yes?" he offers, cheerfully agreeing with Holi, albeit with perhaps not as... violent an outcome in mind.
Perceptor barely manages to stifle a small chuckle as he spies Mirage managing to coax the other Xaaron out to dance, leaving new Swerve to Jazz's mercies. He nods, directing Holi's attention - whom he not only doesn't mind accommodating, but enjoys the company of - toward Swerve's predicament.
A waltz, the lindy hop, a foxtrot, breakdancing, a twirl, and now, as Perceptor jives back into motion, the Macarena. Yes. The Macarena. Someone's paid more attention to Earth fads than most would imagine.
It is definitely a... diverse dance floor, isn't it?
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Post by Wheelie on Mar 16, 2008 20:12:52 GMT -5
Wheelie pauses in his dancing long enough to watch Nightbeat get decked by Pee-Dee and then collapse.
"Big 'bot may be smart, but he needs to be quicker. ...Or maybe just learn to hold his liquor?"
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Post by Grimlock on Mar 16, 2008 23:14:05 GMT -5
Grimlock shrugs at Perceptor. "Maybe... Me do dance better with targets."
His attention turns to Xaaron, Pee-Dee, and Nightbeat - That's not gonna turn out well. Having to room with a wasted detective isn't high on the list of things he'd like to do.
"....rrrr. Why it have to be me Grimlock's room-mate that make aft of self?"
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Post by Holi on Mar 18, 2008 21:48:12 GMT -5
Oh, Holi sees the commotion Nightbeat causes alright. And yes, he facepalms. Mightily. Adults aren't supposed to behave that way! …Are they? Either way, you can bet that's one example Holi won't be following any time soon. Really, making a scene like that and hitting their leader – oh, the mental flailing that stunt brought on – it's just unseemly even by party standards. After all, there's silliness like Jazz spinning poor Swerve, and then there's… that.
The view from up here certainly is something. Holi gets to see all these different dances going on at once (after he's politely scooted a little to one side to avoid Perceptor's hand, since the doctor apparently has to touch his shoulders for the particular dance he's performing) and he has an excuse to avoid admitting he doesn't exactly feel much like an enthusiastic dancer right now.
"I guess so, Wheelie," Holi calls down to the Minibot. He shares a division with the detective; just watch, there'll probably be a lecture about not doing this sort of thing later. It isn't the same as sharing a room with Nightbeat, but Holi still isn't enthused with the idea. He looks around for something else, something to take his mind off that atrocious sort of behaviour, and scans the party. Doesn't look like many of the Autobots – if any – are actually letting it bother them. That's good, he supposes. No sense letting it ruin the mood when everyone's having so much fun otherwise. Why, even Tiny there must be having a blast, Holi decides as his gaze drifts over the refreshment table.
Then he does a doubletake and stares, agog. Should she have her nose in the punch bowl like that?
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