#p.r.o.m.

[askmissbluebell-blog]

The automaton, adjusted her black cape around her shoulders and straightened her bag's position on her shoulder. Perhaps it was a bit early? She didn't really know. Dahlia had said whenever, which wasn't very precise. None the less the robot found herself very nervous for some reason, keeping a level head was essential, but her thoughts were not permitting this. Bluebell assured herself that this strange malfunction soon would pass and that she only had to knock on the bloody door. She stared at the knocker for a moment. Then two moments. Then Three before she sighed in an admitted manor. "This is getting quite ridiculous." She hissed at herself before finally reaching to the knocker and slamming it against the door a few times.

[theoiljoint]

I think it's safe to say we'll be extending P.R.O.M. time from "Today" to "However Damn Long We Feel Like It/It Takes to Finish All These Damn RPs"

[theoiljoint]

P.R.O.M.: Drinks and Drink Accessories

{PLACE YOUR ORDERS HERE, 'BOTS AND BOLTS! Consider this a crossover thread!}

Tonic's primary programming has been to mix drinks specifically; the boost to full fledged bartending had been developed afterwards, when her original owners thought it'd be easier to get the box to do it than hire another bum. As such, even more than the social interactions it afforded her, she loved the making of the drinks.

So when she finally learned about flair bartending, she had thrown herself into the practice like a hunting dog on prey. Her hands were incredibly sensitive to weight and balance, so the tosses and flips weren't so hard to get the hang of; it was the showmanship, the use of colors and shapes and movement to entertain that was foreign to her. But she'd had decades to learn, and nowadays she felt fairly confident in her application of working flair.

And wouldn't you know it, she never got a chance to show it off.

Her white eyes flashed excitedly as people began to enter, leaning on the bar. Oh, t'would be a good night.

[nero-j-xianggray-blog]

Dads' orders (Nero P.R.O.M. Opener)

"But the cart-" "Can last one night without you, young man!" Fang was speaking in his full chinese accent.  A way to show he was getting frustrated with his workaholic son-of-a-bot Nero. "Ya fadda's right, Nero.  Ya work too hard!  Go to dat dance!" Demont smirked, leaning on the door frame.

"But it's not l have a t-" "Sweetie..." Fang began, patting Nero's back. "...You've got two fathers.  Did you think we wouldn't have something fabulous lined up for you?"

Nero adjusted the collar of the black shirt.  Smiling his missing tooth grin that made him look like the kid who accidentally broke your garage and didn't care.  He had a red silk wrap around his waist and a shark tooth and shell surfer necklace under the shirt.  Checking himself out. "...Okay...I admit... I look good."

He ran to the PROM.  Sliding in and cracking his neck a bit. 

[askmissbluebell-blog]

You would not believe how much pain Coraline has put me through today since she can't hem, or put on makeup or curl her hair. I've barely had any time for myself. But I will say that she looks lovely and I'm very pleased with how my old dress looks on her. (She simply insisted on wearing my old clothes, the daft girl, they're about 60 years out of style.)

Also she managed to work out her contacts for the first time in months this morning. So cheers to that.

[askdapperlovely]

P.R.O.M.|| What a Night

She had pull out all the stops this time. Dapper couldn't remember going to an event like this herself, but trusted what little her instincts and older processors were telling her this time. Renting an actual hotel room was a start. She needed a place to keep her regular clothes, and it probably would've looked strange if she was dolling up somewhere else. At least here, she had a bit of privacy and her dress couldn't get ruined. And it was rather close to the Oil Joint as an added bonus.

Taking one more look at herself in the mirror for good luck, Dapper spun around once to watch her skirt flare out beneathe her. Finding this at the back of the dress store had been a blessing, even if it needed some severe tailoring because of her boiler. Her hand came up and patted her keyswitch, adjusting it in the process so it looked perfect. Chances were she'd be using it a lot tonight.

Practically bouncing down the stairs, a giddy Dapper was already imagining what the night would bring. Dancing, fun, a great time with Fawkes... Anything could really happen. And with any luck, she could remember the entire thing. Maybe meet a few more bots herself.

Finally outside, she paused to smooth out the front of her skirt. Taking a look up at the clock above, she sighed at the time. A few minutes earlier then Fawkes said he'd come.

For once, she didn't mind waiting.

[ask-jack-and-jolt]

((How I see this entire night going for Jack "How's it going?" " :c plz stop"))

[ask-jack-and-jolt]

Looking for Love [Open RP]

((Open for both bots, whether you know them or not.))

Jack had been planning to come to the event anyway, but after his recent...self-discovery of sorts, there was no way in hell he'd miss it. Polished up and dressed in a dark gray suit, black shirt, and green tie and vest, he made his way to the doors. It really was a shame that he hadn't realized himself sooner, he didn't even have a date for the P.R.O.M. 

Still, it wasn't like he couldn't find one. It became his top priority upon entering and seeing all of the dancing bots. He certainly couldn't dance by himself very well, could he? And despite how painfully adorable Jolt seemed to be now, the attraction was platonic. That was a very strong platonic at the moment, but still platonic. ...And then there's the part where the kid is still blind. That could hinder dancing. And everything else, really.

Still, his brother was here, insisting he come along despite his newly formed disability. According to him, he'd still be just as blind sitting here with music and conversation than if he was sitting at home in the quiet. At least here he could try to enjoy himself. As much as Jack cared about him, tonight he couldn't be bothered to try and argue so he led him over to a table in the joint without complaint.  "Thanks. I'll be fine here, go party! And, er, if you see anyone I know, send them my way, would you? I can't really wave them over myself." He stared unseeingly ahead, but smiled all the same. Jolt had figured out early on that something had happened to Jack after his return that morning to make him strangely dismissive and yet more talkative and open. For once, he didn't care for the larger bot's company.

"Right. Will do. Later, Jolt." And Jack headed out into the crowd, already distracted by the lights and movement of the crowd. It wasn't too big yet, they were among the first there, but it hardly mattered. Time to get this started. He picked a direction at random, and approached the first person he saw. Everyone looked so gorgeous tonight, how could someone ask him to really choose?