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

[gimmicky]

It was hard to be angry seeing First Aid like this. He knew the medic would have done everything in his power to keep him alive--but that was just it. He couldn't. Which made him wonder just how it happened. How he could have messed it up so badly that First Aid couldn't do anything about it.

Maybe that's why he was angry. That he was sober and on the right path only to make a mistake.

And now regretting Megatron ever hitting his fuel intake chip.

"You did what you could."

He doesn't know the facts, but that...that he's sure of.

[gimmicky]

It's strange when a Phase Sixer is the one giving you a pep talk. And to his credit, it does help a little. Still that sinking feeling of wondering how you screwed up. How you won't have a chance at getting your life back in order.

But it was something.

"Yeah, if anyone ever noticed me beyond these."

A gesture to his palm, where the forcefield generator is.

[gimmicky]

It's okay Kagerou. Not many in his world know how to party either. Most are NAILS and they're kind of legit party poopers.

"I'm not really all that popular."

At least, that's the easy way of putting it.

[gimmicky]

"You think so? It was Trailbreaker, but Whirl said it sounded too stupid. Breaking and being fragile. Things like that."

The shoulder nudge gets a little motion out of him, a small smile forming on the edge of his lips as he looks up. "That's a compliment coming from you, though."

But booooy is this kid a load of baggage.

"You remember what outliers are, right?"

[staygoldponybot]

He looks down at Impactor, squints. Like he's not entirely sure what exactly he's looking at. Truth be told, he thought he'd just caught his foot on a low wall or something. For a split second, he thinks he's looking into a small mirror. That crest, you see. He's not all there right now.

The pause is getting awkward. "Am I?"

[tsunclonus]

"It's Rodimus," Cyclonus repeats with a slight shrug. Seriously, it explains everything once you've been under his command for awhile.

Once Rodimus gets an idea into his head, he's not entirely sure there's any way to stop him from trying to do it, short of locking him up

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn bristles, catching First Aid’s shoulders in his grip. His ability to control the volume of his voice fails him and he ends up shouting. “Jealously is unbecoming, First Aid! You’re just angry because he would rather fuck me instead of you! Does it hurt to hear? Are you that thirsty for his cock?”

He gives the medic a shake. “Clearly my face hasn’t repulsed Sixshot enough to deter him. He seemed to be enjoying it just fine at the time.”

If Tarn were sober enough to be even slightly aware of the words spewing from his mouth, he may be mortified. As it stands he’s too angry to have any sort of filter. His processor spins, and his frame hisses and creaks; vents trying to expel as much of the excess heat as possible.

[auramatic]

"Yeah, I've seen it around the medibay, I just didn't think he'd -- " Drift stops, really stops then, still close to Rodimus but no longer moving to the music as a pale light of realization fills his optics. He pulls a hand from around Rodimus to touch light fingers to his throat. He can still feel the scarring on the delicate cabling there. "Wait, he -- ? He never said anything about that..."

[phase6kindofbot]

"My entire existence has turned out to be a sham, from rebirth to waking up here." Sixshot watches Tarn get up for a moment before quietly shutting off his optical feed and lying back down. "Figured neither of us needed more lies."

"... I trust you still," he murmurs, resting his head atop his paws. "You're one of the few real connections I have left to the Cause."

[lifepersists]

The difference in size and strength is more pronounced with the level of inebriation they were at. Tarn's shake has First Aid's frame rattling in his grip, his head snapping back and forward painfully. He has to reach up and grab onto Tarn's chest to steady himself.

If he was thinking about anything besides punching that stupid mask off the mech's head, he'd wonder how Tarn knew his name.

"You mean enjoying the mask on your face? It's like the equivalent of fucking someone with a bag over their head, scrapheap! You have to dress up like some bad cosplay of Megatron to get him to fuck you!"

He hisses, steam venting out from between his plates as the condensation burns off. He was thinking about it, no matter how much he tried not to; the mental image of them together was burned into his thoughts. He swallows, his throat tight, vocalizer spitting static.

"I bet you had to beg!"

[sparkwhisperer]

Dimming his optics, Tarn stops in his tracks. He looks over at Sixshot, unsure of what to say. What could he say?

“I just... need some time to sort through this.” He is frozen in indecision. “We should talk tomorrow.”

He pauses to place his hand on the massive Phase Sixer’s head, right between his ears, before turning to leave.

Suddenly, he feels the need for a few stiff drinks.

[sparkwhisperer]

If there are people staring at this point, Tarn is completely oblivious. He is too busy trying to shake the Autobot loose from his chest plate.

“Oh I was begging but not how you may think. He was already deep inside me by that point, fucking me against a wall with reckless abandon. I ached for days.”

His determination in dislodging First Aid increases with his anger.

“If you think I can properly kiss someone with a mask over my face you give me far to much credit. We trusted each other enough to bare our faces.” Tarn feels his tanks turn slightly at the word ‘trust’. His attention briefly flits away to remember his conversation with the Six Changer, before snapping back to the situation at hand. “Surely if you are as close as you claim he has done the same for you."

What a fucking mess.

[rodders]

Oh my god Drift, can they stop talking about Ratchet when he's trying to dance with you? It's not helping the mood!

"Because it's Ratchet. Seriously, Drift, if you wanna have a chat about how weird it is to be talking with his leg I'm sure he'd love to."

He probably would not love to. But hey, That's not really Rodimus' problem. Right? Right.

[rodders]

No, he's now rewarding himself with make-out sessions with Drift.

"She'll like that." A beat, and he takes another sip of his drink. "Didn't think you were the type to come to a party. I mean, it's great that you're here but. You know, thought you were more of the 'stand in the corner and brood far away from the party' type."

Rodimus, what do you think he's doing.

[rodders]

"It's a pleasure." He actually means that. Be suspicious. "Always good to have another captain around."

"Optimus might have said one or two things about you. All good, of course."

He also told him to stay away. Which he is not doing. Not in the slightest.

[phase6kindofbot]

"I run on self-regenerating dark matter fission cells and the exotic matter used for my armor was harvested from the core of a black hole." That was actually getting really old to keep repeating.

"I've also had a long established history of destroying planets and killing an ungodly amount of people." You know, in case anyone forgot about that. "However, despite my reputation, First Aid... accepted my clumsy attempts at trying to socialize."

"And if he's accepted that, then I don't doubt that he sees you beyond what you were born with either. The rest of your group, I do not know, but First Aid, I am sure of."

[lifepersists]

Tarn's got him there. First Aid found himself struggling for a comeback as his rage crested and crashed down into despair, light streaming from his visor. Completely humiliating, crying in front of the leader of the DJD.

"You-- You high class prostitute! Cesspool!"

He's never even seen Sixshot's face. As far as he's concerned, as he knows him at least, he's a wolf. He knows that he's a six changer -- everyone knows that -- but he's never seen it. The Phase Sixer brings him candy and lays with him, but Tarn boasts that he slept with him.

It was a horrible feeling being bested by Tarn.

"I'll make you fragging ache for days!" Nope. He was done trading insults. Instead he's going to swing his arm in an undercut, using his height to his advantage to slam his knuckles into the metal covering Tarn's valve.

[phase6kindofbot]

The gentle weight of Tarn's palm on his head comes as a surprise. Sixshot relights one optic in curiosity, watching the DJD commander leave.

[fuckinstoplights]

"I... it what?"

He does not understand this, Pipes.

[fuckinstoplights]

He pauses, shuffling a bit closer. For the moment, this bot seems... just sad. Not threatening. Not shooing him off, either.

He can linger.

"Why not?"

[arnhaid]

"Nah, it sounds like you're breakin' stuff. Sounds like you can deal some damage." He pauses, then offers: "Cutter does it too, just different ways."

Whew. That was smooth. Saved it.

"I'm just a bodyguard, kid, don't put too much stock in me." Because that was all kinds of embarrassing. For a lot of reasons. He didn't think he was anything special -- and he didn't need to be.

"Rings a couple bells, yeah."

[planate]

"I've never seen anything like it!"

He cautiously reaches out to... tap the edge of that beak.

[fuckinstoplights]

His head pulls back a bit, mostly in surprise.

"You don't have an animal mode?"

[pharma]

Pharma jumps slightly, hands rising to grip Spinister's arms as he's shaken by the shoulders, his face gradually shifting from an expression of surprise to complete bemusement. "Don't touch me. It isn't that much of a surprise that so many people here are young, is it?"

[pharma]

The way Pharma stares at the glass, you might think he was just handed a glass of crude oil instead of punch. He shakes his head, but begrudgingly takes it anyway, immediately downing a good half of it in one pull.

"Pardon me for not being ecstatic for possibly being associated with you. Again."