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

[rodders]

"You're using part of his leg to talk. Weird, right?" Well at least they had a moment. Still, this is nice - looking up at Drift and grinning. Something he wasn't sure if he'd have again after Overlord. After Tarn. "Yeah. Guess he's kept it around."

[smallandincharge]

"I'm here as a chaperone. My job is to ensure that the party stays within its boundaries."
She gives Optimus a look of disbelief. "The Prime? Really?" She shakes her head. "Well, I'm sure that whoever else has the title is doing an excellent job of it."

[arnhaid]

"Who in their right mind let him do that?"

See, to him, there really isn't a "Rodimus". Not yet. There's still Hot Rod. And Hot Rod never had a great sense of restraint. Or the most rational ideas.

[academybot]

"I suppose. You really expect it to get that bad?" Optimus still didn't know that many people here, and therefore had no idea what level of mayhem they were talking here.

He decided not to mention that Ultra Magnus was the one with the job, considering how he was feeling about the situation himself. Even though at this point Magnus didn't need to worry about running into her own double.

"Considering we've had the same Magnus since the war, I would say so. I only hope they recover after Shockwave's recent attack; I can't say I'd want the acting-Magnus in charge for long." Sorry, Sentinel.

[academybot]

"Five million years since what?" He didn't know enough about Pipes' universe to get the reference. As far as he could remember that would have been smack dab in the middle of the Great War. Could be anything, really.

"I've heard there've been some close calls though. I mean, Ratchet's still missing a leg. Do you really think ithat's going to get better if Megatron gets the Decepticons in check?"

[planate]

"Uh. Nothing." He doesn't really want to be the one to dump exposition any more, it just makes people upset.

"But-- yeah..." he looks away a bit awkwardly. He's not actually sure when he straddles the line between optimism and straight up denial. "I guess if we can do this," gestures at the party, "without anything happening, we might have a chance."

"Maybe."

this is gonna be awful

[staygoldponybot]

Yeah, high end and classy.

It took some doing and lots of persistent refills, but towards the end of the night Sentinel finally managed to get something close to shithoused - enough that he might not actually remember most of tonight! That's a big plus!

Anyway, he's staring down at his glass as if trying to will it to refill itself and in the process of leaving. A bad combination, considering his size. Smart move, buddy. Hopefully it doesn't hurt too much when he walks right into Impactor.

[milkruns]

A hotel? Now that's a nice thought. June even smiles up at him thoughtfully, but she shrugs. "Well, I've actually been staying with Trailcutter, and I can't complain. He's a sweetheart, you know. But the other humans around here would probably appreciate some proper housing. And I guess I know who to call when I want to expand my kitchen."

Her smile spreads into a grin and she tilts her head in a gesture reminiscent of nudging someone in the side with an elbow. Welcome to Mom Joke City, Optimus, population of two. She sighs after that, though, like the air whooshing from a balloon.

"Like I said...there aren't a whole lot of other options. Better that I keep myself busy, right? I just...hope he's all right without me." The words almost hurt to say. It had been hard, watching Jack leave for Cybertron back then. Hard just to think her son was growing up out from under her so fast. It's hard now, not just to think he might need to live without her -- but that he could.

[milkruns]

June just lets out a quiet, slightly amused hm, obviously not intimidated by his size. She climbs up onto a low piece of the wall she can reach, if only just to get a little leverage.

"So why'd you come, then? Doesn't really seem like your scene, if you don't mind me saying."

this is late af and dumb sorry (2)

[staygoldponybot]

Guess who has two thumbs, an over abundance of guns mods and hasn't moved from the bleachers save for, like, this one time?

Yeah.

He's coming back to his seat carrying what looks like an entire keg - though considering he's so stupidly huge it's more like an overly large stein. Unfortunately, Sentinel's spot also happens to be fairly close to where Optimus is seated.

He waves awkwardly.

[scaredybot]

Wow, he can't stop blushing! Mayday tentatively bomps Pipes back, loosening his noodle-like grip.

"Y-yeah! I've never- I, um, I've never dated anybody before "

[smallandincharge]

Magnus fixes Optimus with an intense look. "As I understand it, this planet has somehow managed to pick up six of the most notorious Decepticons I have ever had the displeasure of facing, along with a motley crew of unpredictable murderers and war criminals. And that doesn't even take into account the Decepticons hailing from other universes. I expect nothing, but I am prepared for anything."

[rodders]

"Yeah, exactly like that. Don't worry, I tried to talk some sense into him. Ratchet probably had better luck - they're old friends."

Or at least he hoped Ratchet tried. He tried, but it didn't seem to go anywhere. Which is fine, he's fine with that. But he really does wish Optimus would knock it off once in a while.

"Anyway. Rodimus, captain," and there's a pause as if he's listening for someone to object. When nothing comes, he shrugs and continues on like nothing ever happened. "Of the Lost Light."

[rodders]

Things are simple for Rodimus. Uncomplicated and simple - it's partly how he does what he does. Not understanding something isn't a roadblock for him, and it certainly won't stop him.

"Just one dance won't change that, Magnus. Smiling didn't stop anyone from thinking of you as you always are, and trust me - dancing is way less questionable. You can even frown all the way through it."

He's helping you because he cares about you, Magnus. Really, he does.

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn’s talk with Sixshot has left him in a foul mood, only amplified by his extreme inebriation. While he wasn’t usually one to get overcharged, the current state of affairs have left him simply unable to cope any other way.

Tarn glares down at First Aid, suddenly becoming aware of his immediate presence. He sways slightly on his feet, armor creaking ominously.

“This is your fault.” He slurs sligtly, pointing an accusing finger at the medic. “You made this fragging mess."

[lifepersists]

At some point First Aid was able to focus on the finger pointed at his face, but it took him a moment.

"Yeah right. You were always a mess, Tarn." Being drunk didn't inhibit his ability to be dry and sassy.

He looks away, paying more attention to his who-know-what-number drink of the night.

[sparkwhisperer]

The look that Tarn is giving Sixshot from behind his mask is akin to that of someone who’s puppy has just been simultaneously run over and shot.

“Why are you telling me this? You could have gotten away with it."

He begins to get up on unsteady feet, desperately needing to get away and collect himself. He hasn’t even completely gotten over Megatron’s betrayal; now Sixshot? He wonders why the Phase Sixer didn’t tell him when they had first met. Why hadn’t he just killed Tarn in that abandoned building and nipped this whole fiasco in the bud?

“I trusted you."

It’s all he can think to say.

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn squints down at First Aid when insulted, but ignores it otherwise. That same finger that was pointing now reaches down to prod him in the chest.

“I fucked him you know. That big protective Phase Sixer that you seem to have wrapped around your finger, he’s been making visits to me all along."

First Aid is right, though. Tarn is a mess. A mess barely held together by thin threads of anger and blinding inebriation.

[lifepersists]

If this was a movie, this would be about the time there was a loud record scratch and all the merriment turned into silent, angry staring.

Well. That was something.

First Aid's hand smacks Tarn's hard enough the clang was audible. It left his own hand stinging, but for the most part he doesn't even notice it because that? Those words? That hurt, and he was too drunk to keep it to himself or figure out why.

"You want me to believe you?" That can't be true. Tarn's just trying to get a rise out of him. "And even if it was true, how does that make you special? You'd open your legs for anyone who wears a Decepticon badge and can say 'Kill all Autobots'."

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn barely feels the slap through his own anger. Had First Aid just called him easy? He growls, pressing the matter further.

“I’m sorry that you seem to be so deeply in denial, First Aid but I assure you that it’s true. He is very talented with his tongue; I can practically feel it in my port if I think hard enough on it.” He takes an almost threatening step forward, close enough to the medic that their plating brushed. “And his chord... It is exceptionally thick, even without the knot. I don’t think i’ve ever been so thoroughly filled. Ask him yourself if you don’t believe me. I’m sure he will be happy to tell you how I made him moan in pleasure.”

He gives First Aid a little push, not nearly with all of his strength, but enough to make an impact.

“As for your wild accusation…at least I stick to mechs in my own faction. Next thing you know you’ll be in the berth with Overlord."

[academybot]

"I imagine if anyone could convince him it would be Ratchet." He sounded pretty confident about that.

Optimus offered a handshake following Rodimus' introduction. He didn't think much of the pause, not realizing the significance.

"Well, Optimus Prime, captain of the Orion. Or, I was, anyway." Can you still claim captaincy when your ship is transwarping around space randomly without you?

[lifepersists]

First Aid really, really doesn't want to hear this. It rings in his audio, over the thudding pulse of the energon in his lines, leaving him clenching and unclenching his hands in fury. His tank was in knots and it felt like his intake was dry and tight, his plating and visor too hot.

He loses his footing slightly at the push, stumbling back a step and dropping his drink, but he's back up in Tarn's face right after, pushing back.

"Yeah? He'd need to be big to feel anything from your loose port. Oral's probably the only way he'd get aroused enough to fuck you."

His fans were spinning loudly, trying to fight off the heating of his frame. He pushes again, using a shoulder.

"Overlord's not even the bottom of the barrel. Unlike you he doesn't need a mask to cover his ugly face."

[planate]

"Oh!" he practically squeals. "That's so cool!"

[planate]

"Me neither."

A pause.

"I... have no idea what I'm doing. I think we're doing it right though."

[lethalimpact]

Thankfully, Impactor's just as sturdy, and doesn't completely fall, but more get nudged back slightly. A part of him wants to start a fight--he'd had only a couple drinks, but it was enough to get him to fix some manners on some bots.

Only it was Sentinel.

"You're the last person I expected to see here."

You know, other than himself.