ROOOOOBOT PROOOOM

[rodders]

Who: ALL ROBOTS.
Where: THE FORUM
When: RIGHT THE FUCK NOW
What: ROBOT PROM
Warnings: teenagers making out, galvatron doing his thing, a throwdown between first aid and tarn over sixshot. usual prom shit.


ROBOT PROM

the punch has been spiked, the music is whatever they could scrape together, and there’s bleachers to make out behind. takes place OUTSIDE in the forum so there's plenty of space and people can easily crash it.

prom king is optimus prime, prom queen is pipes.

please behave as irresponsibly as you would at real prom.

comment around, mingle, you all know the drill.

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[officerjuicebox]

He just holds them both there like that for a while, looking down at him. Keeping still on the dance floor. Luckily enough, he's huge enough to where most would give them a wide berth. Perfect for buying time to do stupid, regretful things.

"Don't want to."

And it's the truth, despite the intoxication.

"Didn't ever want to."

As, yes. He is going to tilt his head down to press another one of those heated kisses against his partner's face.

[arnhaid]

Yeah, see, he doesn't know that. And would probably be Very Upset if he did. Optimus is ... well. A bodyguard's charge is everything. Optimus is everything. He adores him -- cares for him. Probably beyond reason.

"You sure?"

He doesn't look convinced. His hand reaches out, resting on Optimus' forearm. He'll do whatever is needed of him, he just wants to make sure Optimus is all right with it.

"I trust you, Prime. I don't gotta say it. But if this is some kinda guilty personal trip, I'm comin'. No matter what."

[arnhaid]

"Nice name."

He means it, too. Offering up a small smile with the words. He even holds out a hand to shake. Even what Trailcutter says just earns a puzzled sort of blink from the big bot.

"That don't sound like a good thing, kid."

[academybot]

Optimus just stared at Rodimus for a few second because that was the first time in his entire life he had ever been called short. He glanced across the room at his double, admittedly easy to spot since he was a good third taller. He will give you this one, Rodimus.

He gestured toward Optimus with his glass, a questioning look on his face.

"'Guilt-torn leader'?"
That was definitely a descriptor he hadn't heard yet.

[academybot]

"Oh. Yeah I suppose that makes sense. Guess that's one of those universe differences" Not like they would need a Magnus if they had the whole Prime-chosen-by-a-mystical-artifact thing going on.

"It doesn't seem like you think much of the party," he observed.

He was trying to imagine the Supreme Commander at this kind of event and was utterly failing.

[milkruns]

June smiles, a touchy wryly, and she shrugs offhandedly. "Well, it's not like I had much of a choice. You sleep on the ground enough nights in a row, you start to get used to it. It's not like I can check into a four star hotel, you know?"

Her smile fades, though, and she rubs absently at the back of her neck, sweeping away her hair. "The outdoor living isn't what's tough about it, anyway. It's not having seen my son in six months that's hard to adjust to. I'm starting to feel like I'm never going to get back home."

[scaredybot]

"What?" Mayday responds, voice reaching an impressively high pitch. "No! Fights are bad! People get hurt in fights! People die in fights!"

His fingers tap restlessly against his clear face shield.

[tsunclonus]

"Ah, my apologies," Cyclonus says. He shouldn't assume that everyone knows about current Cybertronian news from his universe. Time displacement and multiple universes and all that.

"The Lost Light is the ship Rodimus took to look for the Knights of Cybertron."

[tsunclonus]

Cyclonus stares silently at Rodimus for a long moment. Then he looks back over the party and takes a drink from his glass.

"The refreshments are acceptable."

It's a slight improvement over talking to a wall.

[sparkwhisperer]

If it wasn’t apparent by the smell, it is perfectly clear now that First Aid is wasted. Tarn pauses, chuckling at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. What is he even trying to accomplish here? If he intends to drag him away he is defiantly missing the mark.

After a brief pause Tarn presses forward, dragging First Aid along with him.

“Your concern for him is touching. Really, it is. But i assure you that he has already made his decision of associate with me very clear."

[tsunclonus]

Cyclonus gives a nod. It would suffice. Good times. Good plans.

Enjoying himself? Who does that? He does look down at his drink though, and answers, "I have no complaints about the drinks."

RUDE. HE'S BEEN BROODING SINCE BEFIRE YOU WERE BORN, OPTIMUS.

[lifepersists]

First Aid had no delusions of being able to drag Tarn away; he was attempting to be as annoying as possible. The mech's words hurt though, and it only really makes the medic double his efforts to drag his feet.

"I asked him to kill you, you know. I want you dead."

He spits out the words before he can even consider if it was a wise move or not. His spark hurts, feeling betrayed more than anything even if he knew it. His fingers dig into Tarn's pelvic girdle like hooks, attaching himself firmly and dropping his weight like a sack of bricks.

"You're horrible!"

[sparkwhisperer]

"Yes, that's all well and good.” Tarn easily brushes off First Aid’s anger. " But here I am, still alive. Clearly Sixshot disagreed.”

He staggers back slightly as the medic drops his weight in a full on tantrum. A bit of his own engex sloshes over the side of the cup. Perfect. He stops again, reaching around himself to try to pry the Autobot off of his pelvic armor; irritation steadily mounting.

“Come now. No need to pout..."

i feel like ultra magnus is exactly the type of nerd who would be very proud of her alliteration

[smallandincharge]

"Right. Yes. Alternate universes. Still getting used to that idea." Ultra Magnus grimaces, and then takes a sip of her energon spritzer.
"I'm perfectly pleased with the progression of the party, as it happens. The troops have been decompressing in what would otherwise be a deeply stressful environment, without indulging in chaos or insubordination. So, no, I think very highly of the party. I just have no intention of participating in it." She's about to take another sip of her drink when something occurs to her. "Wait. Are you implying that Magnus means something different in your universe?"

[planate]

"I didn't even do anything!" he says, gently going BRIGHT PINK oh god Optimus Prime is telling him he's cool

"Prom monarchs, though! That's-- that's a thing. Haha."

[planate]

"Hey, the feeling's mutual!" he wasn't even sure Optimus knew how to relax. Glad to be wrong.

"Apparently I'm a prom monarch! I have no idea what that means. Maybe I get free punch after this is over," he laughs. "Not sure how to feel about the crown, though."

Seeing as it's pretty big on him.

[planate]

Pipes isn't entirely sure what he means by 'AI'. Aren't those usually computers? Well, he supposes it doesn't matter.

He holds his hand out, "Even AI."

[lifepersists]

Annoying Tarn seemed to be working so far, so First Aid was going to proceed with that tactic. As Tarn makes grabs for his hands he releases his grip and moves them, fitting them in any seams where he can get a good enough grip.

If he can't stop Tarn's approach towards Sixshot, he'll try climbing him instead.

"Someday I'll figure out how to make your life as miserable as you've made mine."

[pharma]

Pharma didn't want to come here with Tarn. God knows there are plenty of others things he would have done rather than be his 'date' - like getting caught in a car crusher, for example. But... Tarn did give him a place to stay that wasn't on the streets, and this place did have relatively better energon than the slag Spinister was cooking up. Pharma looks quite better than he did before; there's still quite a few dents and scratches that catch the light in the wrong way, but his armor is just as shiny as

And speaking of energon... he starts towards it at the exact same time Tarn does.

He scoffs quietly, stopping in his tracks and crossing his arms, staring after him. He really doesn't want to have to associate with Tarn any more than he already has. But... dammit, he's starving. So he begrudgingly follows, standing as far away as he can muster.

[fuckinstoplights]

"I... all right."

He hesitates a bit longer before slowly reaching forward and accepting that hand.

[arnhaid]

"Not a big deal."

He shrugs. He's used to not being aware of things, by this point. He just tends to take it better than other bots.

"The... whats of Cybertron?"

Okay. He's used to most things.

OTA

[pharma]

The fact that Pharma is even here isn't the most embarrassing part. No, the most embarrassing part is that he's technically here with Tarn. He isn't stupid, he knows how this is going to look, especially with people here that know his history. But perhaps it's better that he come back out to make his presence more secured in this place. The free energon was a bonus, too.

But he is still trying to keep as much distance from his 'date' as possible, settling around with a drink in hand and just sort of examining the group that has congregated so far.

[planate]

Pipes takes Kagerou, by the hand, into a slightly more populated area of the prom, though still in a fairly isolated spot. He's not so naive that he can't see the other mech doesn't like being around a lot of people.

"See?"

[phase6kindofbot]

Venting air out in a long, heavy sigh, Sixshot is silent for a few long seconds. Eventually, he sits up onto his haunches, bringing his canine face nearly level with Trailcutter's.

"So why does that bother you?"

It's a genuine question. Death was inevitable as far as Sixshot could see, whether it was from spark rot or the heat death of the universe. People keeping horrible secrets from one another was also about par for the course for the people in his life.

[phase6kindofbot]

"I can imagine." He doesn't even live with Spinister and it was already complicated.

"He's the only Decepticon doctor, and I try to be on good terms with him, but, well." Sixshot shakes his head quietly. "We need him more than he needs us, it seems."