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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[planate]

Pipes makes sure to not leave Mayday behind, even if he does go to chat with other people. If Mayday didn't follow, he assumed he just needed a few minutes to recover from the situation. It's fair enough, not everyone likes parties.

Not long after they arrive, Pipes pulls him aside.

"Everything alright? There's so many people here I haven't seen before!"

[tsunclonus]

"Hm," Cyclonus answers eloquently with another slight incline of his head.

They'd never really met - though he'd given Galvatron a lift away from Ironhide once, back during that... Unfortunate period of his life.

That doesn't mean he's completely unaware of Ironhide, though. Cyclonus is caught up on much of the history he missed.

"Ironhide, isn't it?"

[scaredybot]

"I'm okay," Mayday says, giving Pipes a grin that's only slightly wobbly.

"There's, wow, yeah. There's a lot of people. It's very, um-" He waves his hands around as if that explains everything. "But it's- I mean I'm- You know, it's not-!"

He takes a deep vent then gives Pipes his brightest smile. "You're here."

And that makes everything okay.

[redshitlord]

"Huh?"

He thought he was doing great! He really did. But he also doesn't protest when Grimlock starts hauling him around. It's sort of fun! He rolls with it, grinning up at the big dinobot.

"You're pretty good!"

[arnhaid]

Oh, great. This guy knew him. He grimaces, and holds up his hands in an apologetic gesture. Attempting to forestall any further conversation before he can blurt it out.

"I... yeah, but. If you know me, I'm sorry. I don't remember a whole lot."

Something told him he'd have to go through this conversation... often while he was here. Maybe he could ask Prowl or Optimus to make him a sign or pamphlet to hand out.

[imatruck]

“Dang right I am! Now watch this!”

Grimlock takes Sideswipe by the hips, swinging him around. He's having the time of his life and he owes it all to you.

[tsunclonus]

"Don't worry," Cyclonus says, "We haven't met. I merely know you by reputation, provided that we are from the same universe."

He's curious about Ironhide's apparent troubles with memory. Something that troubled him before his arrival or a consequence of his taking? Or a matter of chronological displacement relative to many of them?

He doesn't ask, however, taking another swig of his punch instead.

[chickscream]

She grins at the noise, and raises her cup of punch to him, and-- hey, isn't this the guy she met laying around in a crater, right when she first arrived? This is definitely the guy she'd met laying around in a crater.

"Hey there!" she chirps, and reverses her path to get right on in for conversation. "I didn't think you were the social type, oh Phase Sixer." (She has no idea what his name is, since they never exchanged them.) "Nice to see you around, though!"

Apparently Slipstream is the social type, at least for tonight.

[redshitlord]

"Wh--"

There's no time to even finish the word. He's startled at first, but, as the swinging goes, it... really doesn't seem so bad. He grips onto Grimlock's arms, wobbling and trying his best to stay upright.

Gatecrashing

[deceptionshark]

Ah, a gathering! After so many hours of flying around and seeing the same landscape over and over again, Megatron was glad for a reason to entertain himself for a while. Does the fact that everyone present is mostly autobots half his size? No! Such things would never bother a gladiator of Kaon. He's so unbothered by it that he doesn't even talk to anyone at first, he checks out the refreshments with interest. Goodness, a chance to get drunk! Well, who is he to ignore such an opportunity?

He grins and swipes a cube of high-grade. It'll take a lot of these before he gets anywhere, but he imagines there will be plenty to entertain him in the meantime.

[orerrible]

Shockwave believes beyond a shadow of a doubt that Megatron did not come here believing he would go unnoticed. It was somewhat surprising to see Megatron, any Megatron, make a beeline for the open bar. Overlooking a brief low period ages ago, Shockwave would have just assumed they would all do the sensible thing and have their fuel intake moderation chip permanently activated. Leave less room to be caught unawares.

"I would not have anticipated such an event to put you in high spirits." Shockwave addressed Megatron as he came up to the side of the bar without reaching for the high-grade himself. Moderation chip functioning normally and having fueled days ago it would not have served a purpose. And he did not come here to be social.

[imatruck]

And Grimlock spins him around a couple more times just because he likes the look on Sideswipe's face when he does it. But he stops, going back to a gentle sway.

“So...what's up with you? You're like different.”

[redshitlord]

He's laughing uncontrollably by the time Grimlock slows them down. Stumbling and leaning into the bigger bot's support.

"Wha?" Oh, right, was he different? "Nothing! I'm -- totally fine. Seriously. Like amazing. Right?"

[arnhaid]

"Oh. Well... that's kinda a relief."

More than just kind of, really. It means he didn't have to worry about accidentally slipping up on some weird joke, or not getting a personal memory, or anything like that. He relaxes immediately, rolling his shoulders back.

"You don't look like you're havin' much of a good time."

[arnhaid]

Oh. That. Does not look good. Not in any sense of the word. Sort of hard to miss a huge, flying Decepticon with a face like that one. What did he even do, sharpen his teeth?

But launching an attack out of nowhere would be stupid, and too reckless with all the other bots around.

And so, Ironhide just inches forward a bit, keeping an optic on the guy, though it's narrowed and decidedly unfriendly. Despite being fully aware this 'con is huge, more likely a lot stronger than he is, and all those good things.

[smallandincharge]

Ultra Magnus is chaperoning the party, of course. She's hunkered down in a chair in the corner, nursing an energon spritzer and glaring suspiciously at everyone.
Someone should probably come over and distract her so that Rodimus and Drift can sneak off under the bleachers.

[tsunclonus]

"No less than you," Cyclonus says, one corner of his mouth quirking with what might almost be a smile.

Ironhide's demeanor didn't exactly scream 'having a great time'. More 'I suspect something might go wrong at any moment'.

1.

[rodders]

"You're supposed to drink it, not stare at it."

Rodimus doesn't know what 'prom' is either, but that's what Team Rodimus came up with, so that's what he's going with. He's not sure what about the human celebration makes it that way, but protesting would mean that he doesn't know about it and he can't have that.

So instead pointing out the obvious to the annoying red mech is the best option here.

[redshitlord]

"Shut up."

It's an immediate reaction to hearing that voice. He bristles, glowering over at the other bot. Folding his arms over his chest, shoulders hunching.

"Like you'd know," he shoots back. "You didn't even know about --" And cue the hand waving. "alternate universes."

[optout]

Social events and Optimus Prime are like oil and vinegar. Often side by side but usually never mixing, and if they do, it's trying its hardest to separate again. But Shockwave had convinced him to come to this get together. And by not even entering the competition he'd somehow won Prom King. Yeah...you figure that one out. In celebration, there's a small crown that didn't quite fit on his head, so it's looped around one of his giant blue ears for the evening.

This was going to be a long night.

Option 1:

You can find him chaperoning against the wall, making sure that everything is going at least somewhat peacefully--people are having fun, dances are being had. Things like that. Optimus dancing, though? That's asking far too much from the Autobot leader. Not only does he openly claim he has two left feet...

But maybe he just doesn't know how.

Probably a bit of both.

Option 2:

He's standing outside to get some fresh air (you don't breathe, dingus) from all the bustle.

What a party animal.

[gimmicky]

Everyone seemed to be having a good time tonight, with dancing taking place and arguments ensuing over whether or not the punch was spiked. Various shouts of 'Rodimus' and 'Brainstorm' ring through the air as the event folds out, everyone either on the dance floor or hugging the wall like wallflowers. It was a mix.

Speaking of wallflowers, Trailcutter's just going to occupy one of the corners, holding a drink in his hand as he watches the hustle and bustle of everyone having a good time. This was usually the time that the alcohol started kicking in. The sudden lack of fitting that into social gatherings was still so new to him, that he keeps swirling the drink, only taking a sip once every so often.

All he had to do was wait for the party to die down, and then he could slip out unnoticed. Not like anyone WOULD, right? He wasn't as loud or (possibly drunk) as some of the others.

[lethalimpact]

Boy, don't you look like a sore thumb, Impactor. Parties? Those were for the higher ups--and whatever miners celebrated was certainly not as high end or classy as this. Drinking at a bar, maybe. But a full on party? Totally out of his element. But Megatron'd asked him to come, and it really sucks when you just can't say no to that face. Honestly, he's tried.

But that didn't stop him from sulking around (it's his default face, okay) as others tend to part like minnows to a shark. It honestly doesn't bother him all too much--whoever wants to avoid him can gladly do so.

It doesn't really make him much of a partier though. Because...it's not like it was obvious to start.

[tsunclonus]

Cyclonus isn't here to have fun. Cyclonus is here to have a drink and help out if something - almost inevitably - goes wrong.

He stands silently near the bleachers with a cup of punch in one hand, watching the revelers and listening to the music.

OTA

[sparkwhisperer]

If it was a bad idea to enter Maccadam’s, despite its garish and poorly written sign, then who can really say what Tarn was thinking when he arrived at the party. the Autobot’s party, to be precise. Uninvited. With Pharma (probably the person the Autobots hated second only to Tarn and perhaps the fabled 'Megatron with the pointy teeth') in tow; lured with the promise of free energon.

Really, one can only stand Spinister’s home distilled energon for so long.

As he enters the forum, Tarn spots Sixshot laying in the corner. He gives the Phase Sixer a slight nod in acknowledgement, before making a beeline for the punch bowl.

Like hell he’s going to let anyone get in the way of him and (what he thinks is) proper sustenance.

[academybot]

Optimus turned around quickly after hearing someone come up behind him. He couldn't help but take a small step back when it turned out to be someone huge and purple and almost certainly a decepticon. Old habits die hard.

"That's correct." He replied, looking up at the other bot's, er, face, before offering a handshake in greeting. "You're the science-bot helping the humans, right? I don't think I caught your name."