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mamaBeeverse. Nellis AF base. Dance

There's music coming from the rec room. That's nothing new, nor really is the spectacle that accompanies it.

Soundwave is dancing.

Alone, his optic band intent, the scarred mech is bobbing, twisting, and somersaulting his body in breathtakingly impressive breakdance moves, his every move in sync with the remix that Rap made for him from music he'd found in the Nexus. He is one with the music, his true calling once more shining through after millenia of being other than he was created to be.

The music ends, and his dance finishes as he brings his mind back from memories of one who vanished before Earth was born to look at the audience he's acquired. He tips his head to the applause, then lets out something that sounds suspiciously like a chuckle.

"Who will challenge the lord of the dance?"


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May. 17th, 2008 03:52 am (UTC)
Rap gives a whoop of laughter, then flops down and undulates onto the cleared space, driving Soundwave back before he hops to his feet and goes into his own intricate breakdance routine to yet another remix. As he does so Honey bops around him, her dance moves perfectly complimenting his.

Their music comes to an end, and Rap laughs and points to Bee. "Your turn, Mama!"
May. 17th, 2008 04:09 am (UTC)
"Whaaat?" She blinks at him, but then smirks and walks onto the impromptu dance floor and looks around challengingly at the audience, her round blue optics taking in everyone present.

Someone says something about her not having to do it if she can't dance, and she actually laughs.

And then starts playing and doing the Macarena.

She aims her moves toward Jazz, who nearly bursts Ironhide's audio receivers with a wolf whistle and then starts whooping his appreciation.

Dance done, she points to Arcee and then goes to glomp her husband and have a kiss.
May. 17th, 2008 05:13 am (UTC)
After very nearly loosing her energon, but without missing a beat, Arcee immediately leaps into the Cotton Eyed Joe routine.

"You're sorry you picked me," Arcee smirked, winking at her friend before finishing with the split and pointing at the twins. They had shared a look, then burst into the Modern Oompa Loompa.

Finished, the boys grinned and turned. "Go on, dad!"
May. 17th, 2008 05:35 am (UTC)
"Bet y'all figure I cain't dance." His deep blue optics twinkle as he walks onto the floor and crosses arms over his chest. Someone toots an affirmative, and he laughs and starts up the strains of Cadillac Ranch.

Yes, that's a one mech line dance. And he manages to look totally adorable while doing it, the slight 'ting' as he slaps his heels and the tramp of his feet the only other sound in the room besides the music.

Then... he laughs and points to Psych.
May. 17th, 2008 05:54 am (UTC)
Psych grins and, after much mental pleading and poking, both he and Gen stand up and make their way to the center of the floor. Only thing is, they seem to be shuffling, as though they're motor controls aren't functioning properly.

And then, the familiar strains of Thriller start up, and they both perform the dance. Gen looks embarrassed throughout the entire thing.

The music ends, and with a smirk Psych motions to the Great Autobot Leader, Optimus Prime.
May. 17th, 2008 06:01 am (UTC)
Optimus rumbles a deep chuckle as he gets to his feet and sets Elita down on the couch. Then he walks to the center of the dance floor and looks back at her as he strikes a pose. The music starts a little slowly, but soon he's doing an improvised set of moves that has mechs and humans staring and gaping with amazement.

Ironhide takes a few moments to realize when it's done that Op's finger is pointed at him.
May. 17th, 2008 06:14 am (UTC)
The Weapons Specialist snorts, then grabs Chromia's hand and leads her out onto the floor, where the two launch into a spirited two step to Livin' on Prayer.

They end with Ironhide dipping his mate deeply and then kissing her nearly as deeply before he lifts his head and smirks at Jazz.
May. 18th, 2008 04:54 am (UTC)
Ohoho! Is this a challenge to to dance with his mate? Well to bad! She already went, so little Waltz is pulled into the contest!

"Just one, two, three, and~" He leads her in a polka to a discordant little number.

He grins and spins her to a stop before pointing to Ratchet. "Hatchet!"
May. 18th, 2008 06:34 am (UTC)
The CMO gives him a baleful look, then reluctantly leaves the couch that he'd been sharing with his wife and daughter to walk onto the floor.

Once there, he sucks a deep breath through his intakes, calls up a remembered program, and dances, his optics never leaving Endeavour.

When he finishes, he harumphs into the startled silence, and then points to Sam as the teen dares to hoot.
May. 19th, 2008 03:46 am (UTC)
Sam blinks and meeps, but then gives another hoot and swaggers onto the floor with his nose in the air before pointing to Honey, who provides him with the background for his skilled and graceful choreography.

When it's finished and the shock and laughter has died down, he gives Mikaela a grin and points to her.
May. 19th, 2008 05:04 am (UTC)
Mikaela laughs, and then winks at Honey, who starts playing "Hour Before Sleep" by Knossos.

Grinning, wearing cutoffs and one of Sam's T-shirts, the black-haired girl starts to dance.

As she's pointing to Endeavor Bee reaches down and gently closes Sam's mouth with one finger.
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