Space-Coyote Ugly [OPEN]
WHO: Starscream and [OPEN]
WHAT: Starscream does his less than flattering job. It's Starscream's shift and patrons are allowed to come in and request a dance for a small fee. Make sure you have plenty of credits, though, he'll want good tips!
WHERE: The Mile High Club.
WHEN: TONIGHT BROTHA.
WARNINGS/NOTES: This is one of those FUN threads where you basically get to request a dance/lap dance from the Pink Wonder. How does this work?
Basically, you can either have him serve you dinner/entertain you and be a sociable host, do a table-dance for you (meaning he will be dancing on your table (mind your fingers). OR if you're feeling like you have a death-wish, he'll give you a lap dance.
Just tag in wherever your character sits down and specify in the subject line; DINNER, DANCE, OR LAP DANCE. For the latter, there are rules, however. He can touch you/sit on/near you however he pleases but this is a no fondling zone. Meaning you touch him with your hands or face and he'll get up and leave, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred credits. That is... unless he tells you otherwise. Highly unlikely but there it is.
Naturally this is rated high for suggestive content and things of a robo-sexul nature... nothing outright down and dirty so to speak, but either way; if you get uncomfortable easily, steer clear.
If you try to attack Starscream for whatever reason, he'll have his big, manly bouncers toss your aft out on the street!
Lastly! If you want to choose the music he'll dance to? Link it in the subject line for me and I'll work it in!
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He sat in the preparation room, one of the younger dancers helping him polish his hard-to-reach wing-struts.
"You know I hear Joel is thinking about giving you another raise. He said you've been doing so well and really pulling in business. I mean who knew a Starscream would end up here. It's great for advertising." The younger mech chirped, handing him the can of polish, "You're gonna live up to the first part of your name, hun."
He'd always liked the smallish green Seeker. She'd fawned over him since the moment he started. Naturally he expected she was probably developing some kind of crush on him, but really, he was completely out of her league. The best she'd be good for is a fling at best. But then again... the color green never really suited him. Maybe if she repainted her chassis, then they could talk. Either way, he was happy enough to use her apparent affections for him- let her polish him and take all his unwanted shifts.
"Say Starscream, when you become somethin' big... don't forget me okay? I don't wanna be stuck dancing for the grubby perverts in this place for the rest of my life-cycle. I bet if you gave me a letter of recommendation, they'd take me in any theater or dance troop..." Well she was woefully misguided, but he didn't mind being treated like a celebrity by at least one bot in the Nexus- even if she was kind of annoying and clingy.
"Yeah, sure thing." He forgot the off-handed promise as soon as he received his five cycle heads-up to hit the floor.
"Really? You would? You're the best! Good luck, Starscream! Knock 'em dead!"
He moved out into the darkness and thrum of music, and she? She would never get out of this place.
WHAT: Starscream does his less than flattering job. It's Starscream's shift and patrons are allowed to come in and request a dance for a small fee. Make sure you have plenty of credits, though, he'll want good tips!
WHERE: The Mile High Club.
WHEN: TONIGHT BROTHA.
WARNINGS/NOTES: This is one of those FUN threads where you basically get to request a dance/lap dance from the Pink Wonder. How does this work?
Basically, you can either have him serve you dinner/entertain you and be a sociable host, do a table-dance for you (meaning he will be dancing on your table (mind your fingers). OR if you're feeling like you have a death-wish, he'll give you a lap dance.
Just tag in wherever your character sits down and specify in the subject line; DINNER, DANCE, OR LAP DANCE. For the latter, there are rules, however. He can touch you/sit on/near you however he pleases but this is a no fondling zone. Meaning you touch him with your hands or face and he'll get up and leave, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred credits. That is... unless he tells you otherwise. Highly unlikely but there it is.
Naturally this is rated high for suggestive content and things of a robo-sexul nature... nothing outright down and dirty so to speak, but either way; if you get uncomfortable easily, steer clear.
If you try to attack Starscream for whatever reason, he'll have his big, manly bouncers toss your aft out on the street!
Lastly! If you want to choose the music he'll dance to? Link it in the subject line for me and I'll work it in!
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He sat in the preparation room, one of the younger dancers helping him polish his hard-to-reach wing-struts.
"You know I hear Joel is thinking about giving you another raise. He said you've been doing so well and really pulling in business. I mean who knew a Starscream would end up here. It's great for advertising." The younger mech chirped, handing him the can of polish, "You're gonna live up to the first part of your name, hun."
He'd always liked the smallish green Seeker. She'd fawned over him since the moment he started. Naturally he expected she was probably developing some kind of crush on him, but really, he was completely out of her league. The best she'd be good for is a fling at best. But then again... the color green never really suited him. Maybe if she repainted her chassis, then they could talk. Either way, he was happy enough to use her apparent affections for him- let her polish him and take all his unwanted shifts.
"Say Starscream, when you become somethin' big... don't forget me okay? I don't wanna be stuck dancing for the grubby perverts in this place for the rest of my life-cycle. I bet if you gave me a letter of recommendation, they'd take me in any theater or dance troop..." Well she was woefully misguided, but he didn't mind being treated like a celebrity by at least one bot in the Nexus- even if she was kind of annoying and clingy.
"Yeah, sure thing." He forgot the off-handed promise as soon as he received his five cycle heads-up to hit the floor.
"Really? You would? You're the best! Good luck, Starscream! Knock 'em dead!"
He moved out into the darkness and thrum of music, and she? She would never get out of this place.