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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[scaredybot]

"Um." Mayday isn't sure what Pipes is implying. Or maybe he's just in denial about what Pipes is implying and refuses to let his brain acknowledge that. Either way, it's time to awkwardly bustle them up the clunky elevator.

Mayday's place looks as starkly sterile as ever, though with added organizational shelves and what not, as well as the addition of... Several green ergonomic cubes stacked neatly around the place?

[auramatic]

"Ah," Drift says, optics bright. The word hangs there as he waits for a followup comment from Arcee -- it's coming, any minute now --

The silence drags on uncomfortably. Drift's remark of small agreement hangs in the air, holding on for dear life like someone on the last rep of their regimen on the pull-up bar. Nope, still nothing from Arcee. Drift is determined not to let this conversation die, though. Small talk? Small talk.

"So," Drift follows it up himself, rocking his weight back onto his heels just slightly, "I...see you've got a sword there."

[milkruns]

Hm. Clearly Cyclonus is a mech of few words. Not all that warm and friendly, either. That's never really stopped June though.

"Well, I'm pleased to meet you, Cyclonus." June gives him a little grin and takes another sip of Miranda's space vodka. It doesn't have the most refined taste, but she'll take it. She can't help but notice that he doesn't have a badge, but somehow it seems rude to just ask him. So June just falls back on the old small talk standbys.

"So...what do you do, Cyclonus?"

[planate]

Pipes wanders around the place, vaguely remembering it. He's not entirely walking in a straight line but whatever.

He pokes at the cubes.

"What?"

[loyaute]

Oh. Swords. Arcee's taken aback by the sudden switch in conversation, eyes flickering to the hilts of the blades before looking back at him.

"Two," she corrects. A pause and then: "Do you have a third hand?"

[rodders]

Prime didn't say anything about him? Instead of being slightly insulted by it, Rodimus just sees this as an opportunity. "Well tell him hello from me if you see him before I do. That'll get him talking."

To that he shrugs. "He's the one that recruited me to the Autobots way at the beginning. And, uh, gave me my name and all that."

Rodimus just assumes he's on casual friendships with most people he runs into. It's a problem.

[rodders]

"Yeah? Good, excellent. After what he did to Drift, you know--" Rodimus trails off, falling silent for a moment before Cyclonus picks up the conversation again.

"Hey, that's great! Anything new and interesting to report? I guess we should have regular meetings now - Magnus'll order them eventually if I don't."

[scaredybot]

"Hm?" Mayday glances over at Pipes from where he's automatically started wiping the edge of a shelf - he cleans when he's feeling awkward, okay? "Oh! Um. Those are just- uh."

The poked cube suddenly unfolds into the familiar form of an oddly pixelated deer.

"Er." Mayday is glad be doesn't have glands. Otherwise he'd be sweating.

[planate]

"Is that a deer."

[scaredybot]

"No. I mean, yes-" It's kind of hard to deny when the deer is staring straight at Pipes. Mayday bustles over and starts gently coaxing it back into cube form. "-I mean... S-so what if it is?!"

[planate]

He continues staring at them.

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"When did we get deers?"

[tsunclonus]

Sorry, June. He's the strong silent type.

He gives June a nod of acknowledgment, perhaps implying that he is also pleased to meet her, but possibly not. Because making your feelings about something clear is far too sensible. He doesn't particularly mind June's presence though, as much as he favours silently brooding in corners.

"I am a warrior," he answers.

[tsunclonus]

As much as Tarn seems like the kind of guy who probably deserves to be dead, he has enough of a reputation that Cyclonus isn't particularly interested in fighting him without due cause. Such as being ordered to, or if Tailgate was threatened... luckily Tailgate isn't here and Rodimus is merely suggesting rather than ordering.

"No," Cyclonus says simply. Then actually expands on that. "The city remains largely empty and travel beyond the outskirts remains impossible."

[scaredybot]

"W-we?" Mayday squeaks. That kind of implies things that make him blush and stutter more than usual and wow it sure is time for some extreme finger twiddling!

"I, um. I maybe have been kind of... taking them home and, uh, cleaning them up. And feeding them. And, um. Organizing them."

Finger twiddling intensifies. "They like it okay!"

Don't judge him, deer enjoy being stacked.

[planate]

Pipes is totally shithoused now the punch has had a chance to settle, he's not even pointing at the deers anymore. More... at the wall. Why is there like five of them.

"That's cute. They're cute. You're cute."

His visor is squinted so much it's practically a small red line. He may be close to passing out.

[auramatic]

Getting more than a single-word response from Arcee? Success.

"Huh? Oh, uh -- " Drift reaches back to close his hand around the hilt of the Great Sword, but he thinks the better of drawing it unannounced. No telling where that could lead. That's probably the best decision he's made all day. "I don't use all of them at once. No, this one is..." Special? Important? Neither of those words seems adequate. "It used to belong to someone very close to me."

[milkruns]

"You and everyone else on Cybertron," June mutters into her cup, barely audibly. Still, she's nothing but friendly, quirking an eyebrow up at him. "Isn't the war over where you're from? Ever think about a career change?"

[scaredybot]

"O-oh, uh, you-!" Mayday tries to duck his head to hide a bashful grin as he makes embarrassed squeaky noises. "Y-you're cute!"

Take that! Epic comeback.

He takes a break from his flustering to stare at Pipes, reaching out to gingerly touch his shoulder. "Um... are you okay? You look a little... uh."

[tsunclonus]

Cyclonus levels a flat - well, flatter look than usual - at June.

"War is never over," he states. "It pauses, for a time there may be peace, but where there is life there will always be conflict, and where there is conflict there will be warriors."

He's silent for a moment, then adds with a frown, "Though most wars are not so long-lasting nor devastating as the once I expect you speak of. That I was not a part of."

[planate]

He leans into it. Mostly because he is Rekt.

"'M okay. I need to sit down but okay. I think."

[lifepersists]

It's not the first time he's been too small for a mech to fit in, and this is almost as good. His venting stutters as Rampage's cord slides between his legs, grinding up against his exterior node and over the underside of his own spike. It twitches against the wet length rubbing against his own, dripping a small bead of fluid on his already messy belly.

"Please!" First Aid gasps, arching against the fingers brushing teasingly light against his opening.

His valve clenches and a fresh, needy drip of lubricant leaks out. If he can't be filled by a spike then the offer of something sounds wonderful.

[scaredybot]

Mayday bites his lip, glancing around the ship. He doesn't really have a lot of places for people sit. His workstation stool doesn't exactly provide much support for the wobbly, and he's not about to build a chair out of the deer.

"Here..." Tugging at Pipes's hand, he tries to lead him to the back room so he can settle him down on the recharge slab.

[planate]

"Yesss...take the prom monarch to his chambers."

Pipes what are you talking about. He manages to get there without puking or passing out, though. WINNER.

[crabcake]

First Aid feels amazing against his spike, the sweet friction offset by the slick lubrication First Aid has been leaking copiously, the change in texture from valve to spike and back, the pressure of his smooth thighs... It's easy for Rampage to fall into a steady rhythm, thrusting hard forward and dragging back slowly, savouring the sensation. It drags sounds from his vocalizer, half-growl, half-moan.

Before he gets too distracted rutting between First Aid's thighs, he rubs his finger harder, circling around First Aid's entrance before sliding in and thrusting, the rhythm quickly matching that of his rocking hips.

"Mm?" he asks, not quite able to form words well enough to ask if it's good.

[scaredybot]

"It's not your chamber!" Mayday says with a squeak of laughter. Before playfully shoving Pipes at the bed.