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

god has it really been three weeks? feel free to just, not want to pick this up,,,

[smallandincharge]

"Oh, but they do, Rodimus. They see everything." Her fist clenches involuntarily. "Every crack is observed and circulated and recorded, and they know, and... everything changes." She shakes her head slowly. "Everything changes."

[fuckinstoplights]

"He isn't here. My purpose."

Wellp. There it is. The big purple dog in the room.

"Oh." And he reaches over, with zero concept of personal space to... touch those pipes, curious.

[loyaute]

For a moment it doesn't appear as if Arcee is going to do anything other than stare at him - optics narrow and calculating. If he's going to be a threat then he's at least armed for it in a way that's similar to her. She's not certain if 'like' is a word she'd use in this particular moment, but it's not a bad thing. She shuffles it away to think about later.

He's not the only one carrying around their pasts with them, even though her's is different. Settled now, maybe. "Yes," she says, and then touches a finger to her badge, before dropping her hand again.

SHH NO

[rodders]

"Magnus," he says, one of his hands coming to grab her hand - not to pull her onto the dance floor. Instead he just holds it in both of his, frowning down at them. "Change isn't so bad, you know. And it'll do you some good to learn how to bend 'cause if not, you're just going to break." His expression becomes more serious as he looks back up into her face, optics dim.

"You're part of my crew, too, and I'm not going to let that happen to you. Any of it. Breaking, being observed, whatever."

[scaredybot]

Ugh, don't make it sound like responsibility, Pipes! Responsibility makes him nervous.

Leading the way home, however, makes him the opposite of nervous. Every meter closer to his ship is a meter closer to safety and comfort! By the time he drives up and summons his elevator, he almost looks relaxed.

Almost.

[planate]

He lets Kagerou feel his pipes up. Whatever, man. Pipes ain't care.

"Who's he?"

[planate]

Well, you say that.

"Wow, home already. I was expecting to hide behind the bleachers or something."

Not that he's complaining.

[fuckinstoplights]

Good, because these are just fascinating.

"... The reason I exist." A beat, then. "Why do you have these on your arms?"

Like he didn't just drop a wordbomb there.

[planate]

"I just do."

He cocks his head.

"Is he your conjunx?"

Pipes you don't just ASK that oh my god

[academybot]

"Afraid I can't say the same for you. Our last conversation didn't get much farther than figuring out the alternate universe situation." Translation, he was not warned about Rodimus. He does not know what he is getting himself into by befriending this particular cybertronian.

"You sound like you know him pretty well. Personally, I mean, not just as a commander."

This is even later I am SO Sorry

[academybot]

Well, there's one person Optimus hadn't planned on interacting with for a while. He thought about what the other Optimus had said about trying to get Sentinel to be a better person; he'd feel a little bad if he didn't at least try to support his efforts.

He waves back with an uncertain smile.
"Sentinel." Good to see you? No, not really. "Enjoying the party?"

[academybot]

[cue Tarn and First Aid starting a massive scene]

never apologise

[staygoldponybot]

"I think so."

He's honestly never actually... been to one like this.

"I'm trying this socialization thing - apparently under no uncertain terms does it involve the defenestration of anyone," he frowns slightly. "I think I'm doing it right."

It's a joke. Sentinel is trying to make a joke. Though, given his delivery - or lack of thereof - it might be hard to tell. Gotta work on actually emoting there, buddy.

[smallandincharge]

Magnus turns her head to look down at her fist, resting on her knee, and held gently in both of Rodimus' hands. She watches it for a moment, lost in thought, as her fist slowly unclenches, its tension released. Finally, she looks back up, meeting Rodimus' gaze.
"Promise?"

[fuckinstoplights]

"My... what? Is that an engine part...?"

Because that's what it sounds like Pipes is asking.

[planate]

"Partner, more like. He sounds like he means a lot to you."

Just get him a shovel, he's not digging fast enough without one.

[fuckinstoplights]

"... He does. He means everything to me."

And yes, he's done playing with Pipes' arms, and draws back a little.

[planate]

"Aw. I hope he shows up here, then!"

Seriously, it would be nice. Or, well. It would be nice for people to go home but Pipes isn't sure how he feels about that.

[fuckinstoplights]

"I... would like that. I would like to see him again."

He looks down, fidgeting with his hands.

"This is the longest I've been away from him."

[lifepersists]

First Aid curls his arms around Rampage's neck when he's pulled higher, his venting stuttering. His valve was still sensitive from the failed penetration, still a bit sore, but the gentle stroking has him clenching as he groans into the larger mech's neck.

Lubricant drips from his valve and smears onto Rampage's fingers and plating-- his opening is so hot, and the soreness from the stretch is complicated from his burning need to be filled.

He's shaky as he lifts his head, placing a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss against the crab mech's faceplates. First Aid strokes his hands over Rampage's shoulders, his legs spreading as he rocks back against the fingers rubbing against his nodes.

"Lay me down and get between my legs."

[scaredybot]

"Y-you said we could go back to my place!" Mayday says, suddenly flustered. More flustered. When is he ever not a little flustered?

"It's dirty under bleachers," he mumbles.

[crabcake]

"Mm," Rampage answers, sitting up slowly. He curls one arm protectively around First Aid, the other hand continuing to gently tease his outer array. He searched for a good place to put First Aid down, settling on a fairly flat piece of broken wall.

He wipes the metal free of debris with a lubricant-slick hand then carefully sets First Aid down on it. He leans over the little mech, optics bright and wondering, venting heavily.

[planate]

"So I did," he's kinda drunk, alright.

"Yeah... plus.." he leans in a bit awkwardly, "I think that's where First Aid is gonna end up. If you know what I mean."

In short, he's glad they left. Because the only thing that would make this night more awkward would be to accidentally witness the inevitable three-way.

[lifepersists]

First Aid clutches tight to Rampage searches around for a flat and clean space to set him down, his face pressed against the rounded chest armor to muffle soft sounds of pleasure. He's warm, so hot, and the sensation of pressure builds in his pelvic array as his charge builds.

The metal is almost shockingly cool against his back when he's placed down. He gasps, back arching, and he twitches when he settles again. Slowly, he moves his thighs away from the mech's hips and draws them closer together, keeping Rampage's spike caged between his legs.

"Like this, then you can overload wherever you want too," he murmurs, placing small hands over the head of the cord and pressing it flat against his belly. With Rampage's hand in the way he can't push it to the folds of his valve, but he hopes he gets the picture.

"Like fragging me, but not inside."

[crabcake]

"Oh," Rampage moans as First Aid's thighs close around his cord. He gives an experimental thrust, rubbing firm over First Aid's belly and array, and his optics practically flicker offline. This is a very good alternative.

His hand stills for a moment as he enjoys the sweet friction with a few long, hard thrusts. Groaning softly, he rubs a fingertip against First Aid's valve opening, and asks, "Mm, want something in...?*