[ Hey look! It's Saber and Vandal. They're sitting together, Vandal has a half-empty bottle of whiskey in hand, which she lifts to the screen. ]
So guys. Saber and I got to talking, and I don't know about you, but we are fucking sick of all this terrible shit happening.
Giant centipedes? Here's to you.
[ She takes a drink. ]
Anyways, we were thinking about putting together a formal dance? Like, a ask-someone-on-a-date dance sort of thing.
Anyways. We'll need a place to have it, we were thinking the Atrium if that's okay.
We'll also need some help.
Saber? The list, please?
[ Saber nods and reads off the list. ]
We'll need catering, two people to help decorate, a musician, a bouncer, and I am looking for two volunteers to help me watch over the event. This isn't expected to be a heavy responsibility, but one will need to keep out an eye for arising issues.
There will also be a requirement of at least one piece of formal wear. For everyone.
That means you Cybertronians. Find a bow-tie or hat or something!
We're aiming for a week from now, so uh. Yep. You heard it folks.
Better start trying to find a date!
[ End transmission. Vandal is in red text and Saber is in blue text. ] | |
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