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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[fuckinstoplights]

He hangs back a big, actually crouching down behind Pipes as the smaller bot moves. No, he doesn't like this. He doesn't like all these people. But... this one seems all right.

Seeing the huge form of Sixshot though -- he actually cringes.

"You're sure it's allowed?"

[sparkwhisperer]

“You let me know when that time comes.” Tarn growls, trying to get a good grip on First Aid as he drives his little fingers into the seam around his back mounted cannons, “Until then, if you would please get off of me and find someone else to occupy your time with.”

Tarn finally manages to get a good grip around First Aid’s upper arm and wrenches him around to his front. Lifting him up a bit off the ground, he stares at him very levelly.

“I have been very patient with you. More patient than perhaps I should be. Don’t press your luck."

[sparkwhisperer]

The petulance that Pharma is feeling practically rolls off him in waves. Tarn smirks as he follows him a few paces back, silently stewing and glaring at him. What dramatics.

“One might think I blackmailed you into coming from the sour look on your face. Relax."

Fixing several glasses of punch, he holds one out for Pharma to take.

[sparkwhisperer]

"Mm yes it does seem that way, doesn't it?" Tarn's armor creaks as he slowly eases himself down the wall to sit next to Sixshot.

"I suppose that I should notify you that I've had a very fascinating conversation with a certain Autobot medic that seems to want me dead." He takes another healthy swig of his engex, "Your new friend is very insistent that we don't associate anymore. He seems to be under the impression that I am a 'bad influence'."

[scaredybot]

Mayday's head promptly catches on fire. Okay, not really, but his face is blazing bright enough to see in the dark now.

Oh gosh, did Pipes do that on purpose? Was that a kiss? What does he do! He feels lightheaded and his fuel tanks are fluttering and his spark feels funny, he might be dying.

"Squeak?"

[lifepersists]

Slag. He was just starting to get somewhere too.

First Aid makes a sound of rage as he's yanked around and to his feet. He squirms, kicking to try and bounce his feet off Tarn's chestplate.

"Fine! Maybe I'll go spend time with Six!"

[planate]

"Allowed," he says, watching that cringe, "but not required."

"If you want to leave I won't force you to stay."

[planate]

Laughing, Pipes slides his arm back over Mayday's shoulders, then nods.

"Squeak."

[fuckinstoplights]

He's still half ducked behind Pipes, staring across the room. His hand on the smaller bot's tightens.

"I don't know where else to go."

[planate]

"Here is fine. Do you know anyone else here?"

He can think of a few to point Kagerou towards to make general connections and Good People.

[fuckinstoplights]

"... No."

It's a lie. But, oh well. No need to try and explain the situation. And, besides, it wouldn't really help anything.

[phase6kindofbot]

That makes Sixshot pause, the anxiousness from before suddenly resettling itself under his tank.

"First Aid?" He'd wanted Tarn dead- which meant the 'fascinating conversation' wouldn't have been a particularly friendly one.

"I- Please don't tell me you've offed him."

[tsunclonus]

"The Knights of Cybertron," Cyclonus repeats. "The first children of Primus and the Guiding Hand."

You want to get educated in myth and religion, Ironhide?

[scaredybot]

Mayday is deeply flustered! And happy. He's pretty sure he's very happy. But also extremely flustered.

He opens and closes his mouth several times, aborting trying to say anything when he's pretty sure he's just going to squeak.

Finally he asks, hesitantly, "Are we dating?"

[rodders]

If anything, Rodimus can come away from this with the ability to tell people he had a conversation with Cyclonus.

"Yeah? Nautica's done good work with it."

[rodders]

You're about average-sized amongst the giant towering assholes that comprise his universe, Baby Optimus. And the same size as Rodimus, who's pretty thrilled about this development - all things considered. It's not every day you find that the guy you look up to is now young and impressionable.

"Yeah. I mean he's great, don't get me wrong. But he does this thing where he thinks he can solve all our problems by leaving. Something about guilt."

It's awful. Please stop, Optimus.

[rodders]

That catches his notice, and his hand falls away for a moment - expression shifting into something more concerned. He can't name it, but he sure as hell didn't miss it.

"Magnus?"

[rodders]

Drift's even words of reassurance are something Rodimus has known he'd missed - not the validation, although he can't deny that's always good - but the fact they mean that Drift is here, with him. He's still not over that, of having Drift back, and he's flooded with relief and warmth at the fact.

He's about to say something about the party, but then Drift notices the badge and his own smile widens. "Yeah." Not that he regrets giving his to Drift, no. He'll never regret that. "Ratchet made it for me. Out of his leg."

Weird, but he's not about to argue with Ratchet about it. Not now, anyway.

[rodders]

"Sometimes I think the only person older than them is Alpha Trion." With his little metal beard. Which seems less weird after Magnus' mustache but hey.

"'Way after'... I'm not that young. Just, you know. Four million." Rodimus that's younger than everyone but the warborns pretty much.

[tomemyoutliers]

That just gets a laugh from him, rich and deep. "I had assumed as much, Optimus. Which is why I will lead and you will follow." It's not so difficult to pick up. He gives a sharp but sure tug at Optimus' arm, a smile and a tilt of his helm towards where other bots were already making their best attempts at dancing.

He grins again. "And, from the look of things, I doubt you'll be the only one."

You're not getting away from him this time.

[planate]

Pipes points out a few people.

"That's Optimus, he's really nice. I'm sure he'd be happy to help if you ever needed it." he gestures at both, just to be sure. "That one's Rodimus. He's kind of a jerk but he means well."

Finally, Magnus gets a point. "Ultra Magnus. It's pretty much her job to ensure the safety of people, and she's really good at it."

[planate]

"Well," he says, "I did ask you out on a date. Then we came to prom together."

It was all a ruse, he actually whispered 'no homo' before all this.

[smallandincharge]

Magnus's shoulders slump, all of her fight abruptly gone. She shakes her head, still not meeting Rodimus' gaze. "You don't understand," she says, voice flat and tired. "Ultra Magnus does not... dance."

[triggerhappycopter]

"Why are you drinking with your emergency injector instead of your oral intake?"

Yes, hello, there was, indeed, a pair of red optics peering up at Brainstorm from behind a nearby pillar.

When had he arrived? Why was he asking a complete strange super personal questions? Why did he have the entire punch bowl with him?

Mysteries never to be solved, of course.

The fellow was definitely drunk off his metal robot tits though.

[triggerhappycopter]

"Oh my god." Suddenly! A Spinister!

"Everyone here," he declares, grabbing Pharma by the backs of his shoulders and shaking it as if that's somehow help him communicate this enormous revelation better. "Everyone here is a baby."