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.

Comments

[imatruck]

“Actually I don't.”

Did you expect Grimlock to know something like that? But anyway, onto more important things.

“Yeah! You just...I don't know, you can try to tackle me!”

[imatruck]

“...not if they're fun fights.” how can you deny such logic, Mayday?

“What, you'll be ok! Just don't you know...trip over anything.”

[officerjuicebox]

"Haha... yeah."

Right. Laugh like you have any idea what the hell is going on. It'd probably be easier to bluff it if he weren't scratching at the side of his neck.

And grimacing.

"See, about that..." He makes a few awkward gestures. "That's about the chunk of time I'm... missing."

[fuckinstoplights]

"He's... very big."

Kagerou, you're talking to Pipes. He's like half your size. And he's also doing his best to hunker behind the minibot again. "Why would any of them help me?"

[arnhaid]

"... soooo... myths. Hot Rod got himself a ship and went off chasin' a bunch of guys who don't exist?"

Because that sounds like literally the worst idea ever.

[redshitlord]

"No? No? How come... how come you don't know?"

He repeats the question a few times, trying to puzzle it out on his own, and failing. He's just sort of leaning and dangling in Grimlock's hold, not even trying to dance or wriggle away anymore.

There's a few slow, confused blinks.

"Why...?"

[tsunclonus]

Is he going to give himself a Rodimus star to commemorate the accomplishment?

Cyclonus gives his drink an appraising look, as if suddenly more impressed by its existence.

"I wasn't aware she was the producer. I shall have to give her my regards."

[sparkwhisperer]

"No...Megatron has but me on strict no kill orders.” Tarn waves off Sixshot’s concern, smirking at the very idea of it.

"He's still flouncing about somewhere. Probably making drunken fool of himself on another poor sap. First Aid will live to see another day.”

Tarn glances over at the Phase Sixer, taking a moment to admire the gleam of dim light on his plating. He rests a hand gently on one of his giant paws. “Regardless of what he had to say, I have missed seeing you around."

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn narrows his optics, frustration rolling off him in waves. He tosses the Autobot carelessly to the ground a few feet away, rubbing at the scuff on his chest from the medic's foot. He doesn't have the time or energy deal with this at the moment.

"Fine. I'm sure babysitting you is top on his list of priorities at the moment. Your drunkenness is sure to make an excellent impression."

[phase6kindofbot]

The answer makes Sixshot visibly relax, wings drooping slightly from their slight nervous upward slant. The hand on his paw surprises him however and he casts a curious sidelong look at his fellow Decepticon.

"You have?" he rumbles curiously. The fact that that there were people who would like to see him on a personal basis at all was still a foreign thing for the Phase Sixer.

He dips his head awkwardly, looking away before admitting. "... It's nice to see you again too."

[gimmicky]

"But you could tell Sixshot?" His hand gestures out, towards the dance floor vaguely. Thankfully, with Megatron's gift of sobriety, there's no drunken anger. And sober Trailcutter is a more reasonable one. "In what universe can you not tell me but you can tell a Phase Sixer?"

His glass drops out of his other hand as they travel to his visor, sinking down to a sit in the corner as his biolights flare up. Trying to keep it together.

"Don't leave the ship on Ofsted XVII. Rodimus said that."

As if somehow asking First Aid if that's what this was in relation to.

[gimmicky]

A small part of him leans back as Sixshot comes eye level with him. Probably because of the Phase Sixer part of the guy's career. But his lip curls up slightly, not in disgust, but more in thought. "You haven't lived my life. More importantly, I haven't. I've been persecuted for what I am and then living as a..."

He looks at his hands, clenching and unclenching them. "As a overcharged loser for millions of years. I get one chance...."

His eyes sadden.

"And it doesn't even matter. If I died and no one told me, it probably wasn't all that glamourous."

[gimmicky]

"Thanks. Picked it myself."

Whirl kind of helped. But he won't say that if you don't ask. He matches the small smile, out of polite obligation, a hand offered out just as soon as Ironhide's is outstretched.

"Story of my life, actually. A bunch of bad decisions. Even worse consquences."

[lifepersists]

"I didn't--"

The sheer disappointment and despair on Trailcutter's face makes First Aid's spark clench in his chest. His visor heats up and his fans click on in attempt to fight the streams of light that were threatening to spill. This was Trailcutter's pain-- he didn't have the right.

"You died there. I lost my friend." His voice was quiet, barely audible over the sound of the party goers and music. "I-It was my fault. I wanted... I wanted to help a dying Decepticon and you were the only one who stayed with me. 4 drams active energon, each of us."

His head droops, looking at the ground. Does he tell him the wrong story? He's not sure if he can.

"It was a mistake."

[optout]

Oh no, kiss number two. Although this time, Optimus is prepared for it as he feels those lips press against his faceplate, eyes widening once again. His arms branch out to the bot's elbows, gripping them as he pulls away, slightly.

"I'll say it again, partner. You're intoxicated." Because...Roller would never say these things, not out loud.

His eyes cast down, as if the kiss was undeserved from the get go. "You're memorable too. I never forgot you after you disappeared."

Seriously, just ask what he named his trailer. You won't BELIEVE what he answers with!

[optout]

Ironhide you sweet summer child...

"I'm sure. I technically have company but...it's certainly one I should probably make alone. Anyone else and it could be problematic."

...

"It's Cyclonus."

Captain anti-social.

[optout]

There's a little glint in his eye as he looks down, then to his drink. "I could always look into the construction of one." Make your requests now, June. You've got Prime-friendship privilege. "Humans will obviously need some sort of housing, and it's our responsibility to make sure they're the most comfortable."

...

"After all, we should be accomodating."

But he pauses as she continues, looking down at the ground again and scuffing one of his large feet slightly. "I can't imagine how difficult that is, but commend you on keeping your spirits up in that situation. It's...admirable."

[optout]

"Well, that's one positive note out of...many potential ones."

Look at him being optimistic. It's like it's half his name in that word. AND SHUT UP CYCLONUS NO ONE EVEN CARES HOW GRANDPA YOU ARE.

"Did you have a....date?"

Saying that word sounds so weird even though he came with one.

[optout]

"I've been told that you're a good, honest Autobot. Sometimes, that's what the world needs. And that's more deserving than any medals or accomplishments."

Sorry bro he's going to be supportive of you no matter what.

"I'm not sure how I was even entered."

[academybot]

Yeah, yeah, don't get too excited Rodimus.

"You mean like that message he broadcast on the network about stepping down when Megatron called in the Decepticons?" He was wondering why Optimus had thought that was going to accomplish anything, though he didn't know enough about the situation to really judge.

[optout]

Had Optimus wanted to stay put, he wouldn't have budged. But as it turns out, despite his protests, he wanted to spend more time with Shockwave. Catch up on the time he'd lost. His head dips accordingly, humbly following him as elegantly as he can (which is pretty funny to watch, compared to Shockwave's natural elegance).

His ears flick gently, turning to face the Senator as they make their way onto the dance floor, casting a soft glance to the others.

"If it's acceptable to you, then alright."

Because he doesn't really care about everyone else--it's Shockwave he doesn't want to disappoint.

[academybot]

"You'd think they would have made it the right size if they knew if was going to be you. Optimus seems to be having a similar problem." He gestured vaguely behind him where he figured his double must be with his equally ill-fitting headpiece.

"Though I'm not sure free punch is much of a reward since everything is free at the bar anyway. Like the...what do you call it...engex?"

[officerjuicebox]

It's done too soon. There's not the return he's expecting. There's no shift of face plate. Not... what he thought would happen if he just blurted those words out. Because it had seemed like such a good idea when he'd started.

Instead of kissing his partner at a party, he's staring down at a Prime on an alien planet. His brain is struggling to catch up with these realizations, struggling, while it also tries to focus on what's being said.

"But I'm... right here?"

He can't see Pax -- Prime -- 's face. That's not right. He tries tilting it up again.

"I'm not disappeared. I don't want to. Disappeared. I ... want to stay."

Stay here, and stay your partner.

[arnhaid]

"Good choice. Makes you sound all... tough and scrap."

He nudges the kid in the shoulder with an elbow, still smirking. Trailbreaker gets a firm handshake, but not hard enough to try and dent his hand. Poor guy looks like he has problems enough without it, even if Ironhide were the type to try.

"Can't be that bad. You don't seem like you're a bad kid."

[arnhaid]

Prime he's older than you.

"... And?"

You're going to have to explain more than that to him. That's just a name. A weird one, but just a name.