robothell | ROOOOOBOT PROOOOM

ROOOOOBOT PROOOOM

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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Optimus was on his way back to his own corner of the room when he caught sight of the unmistakable bot. In a split second he was addressing her with a perfect salute, years of academy training kicking in.

"Ultra Magnus, ma'am. I didn't realize you were here on this planet." He started to falter near the end though as it became obvious this wasn't the Ultra Magnus he was familiar with. He hesitantly lowered his arm, a little unclear about the command structure after what the other Optimus had said about the difference with Prime and Magnus on his world.

"-- Prime!" exclaims Magnus, standing up a little too sharply and nearly dropping her drink. "Is everything in order, sir?" She pauses. "Wait. Why are you saluting?"

Oooooohhh Primus, Tarn was here too.

Sixshot returns the nod of acknowledgement and then very, very quietly, makes the tiniest unhappy wolf whine to himself.

He is very, very sad about not being able to drink right about now.

"Sixshot," he offers. It was tempting to just stick to Phase Sixer though: that'd lower the amount of sixes in his life at least a little bit. Six for everything got a bit tedious after a while.

"Nice to see you around too."

He thinks.

The Sixer doesn't actually know, but that seemed like the appropriate and polite response.

"What brought you here?"

Apparently, this is a sober corner of the party.

"So you're First Aid's dead friend," Sixshot remarks quietly, red eyes peering up at Trailcutter. He's got his chin atop his paws and was wedged somewhat uncomfortably into the shadowy corner.

"Uh." Optimus dropped his arm completely, looking up sharply when Magnus stood. Optimus wasn't the tallest autobot back home to be sure, but he couldn't figure out why so many of the autobots on this planet had to be so huge.

"Sorry, my mistake." He looked over his shoulder, glancing around the room till he spotted his much taller counterpart. "Optimus Prime is your commander, right? That Optimus Prime?"

Why yes, he is keeping tabs on you, Optimus. And when he sees you duck out for a minute, he follows. No, he's not going to make a secret of it. He's just going to stomp after Optimus, poking his head outside.

"You okay?"

Because, yes, that is the first thing he's going to ask.

Woah there topsy turvy. Grimlock gives a big hug to stabilize the smaller Autobot.

“...wanna run that by me with words this time?”

"Wow, another one who really don't look happy to be here."

But he says it mildly enough, edging over to stand near the other bot, offering a sideways smirk as well. Mingling with people is always a scrapshoot. As to whether or not he'll have forgotten them.

Even so, this kid looks rough. It can't hurt to at least give him a few minutes.

The voice catches him by surprise--and...well, okay, a Phase Sixer is the last thing he expects to chat with during the party. His eyes dart to the corner, widening under that visor as he takes it all in.

Keep it cool, Trailcutter.

"Just because I'm not as flashy as the others doesn't mean I'm dead to them. Because I feel very alive right now. Completely."

If you listen closely you can hear the exact moment that self-esteem hit rock bottom.

"S'it really showin' that much?"

He grimaces a bit, but it's short lived. The purple bot has a point. He's not here to socialize, is he?

"Guess I gotta work on my cover ups."

It takes Magnus a moment to realize that this Cybertronian, despite bearing a strong resemblance to Optimus Prime, is several heads shorter than her. She's never really had an eye for heights. (And there's a part of her that has never quite gotten used to looking down at everyone.) She takes a moment to gather her thoughts.
"Well, yes, of course. I mean -- he's more than just my commander. He's a -- well, he's a Prime." She glances over to Optimus Prime, and then back to the Cybertronian in front of her. Now that she has a little more time to look at him, the differences between the two are obvious. "I take it that you are not Optimus Prime, then?"

Okay, well. Teebs, at least you intended to be here. Some of the bots here were just loitering in the ventilation systems when everyone started piling in. And no, the Autobot isn't loud at all.

Which... is why the creeper in the air vent is starting to ease his way down the wall. Looking wildly around and trying to be one with the wall even more than the wallflowers were.

Because that's not weird, right?

Someone didn't intend to be here at all. Someone was just trying to hide out from the world and crazy scrubbing medics and sulk. But, unfortunately, while he'd been dozing, the party had rolled in.

At some point, the ninja bot eases down a wall, slipping out of an air vent to do so.

Which is probably not as stealthy as he's hoping for, given the room full of bots. But, hey, he's trying.

"No, I mean, kind of literally-"

Sixshot stops, then lifts his head and does that doggy head tilt of confusion thing. Did Trailcutter not know?

Did no one tell him?

Did First Aid not tell him?

"... Oh," he says in the end, tone suddenly quieter.

Ironhide, Optimus needs to talk to you later about finding hobbies. Maybe Shockwave can hook you up with some. But his eyes flick to the soldier, a little ashamed that he'd left without notice. But it doesn't show on his face, and all he gives is a look cast down.

"I just needed some time to myself, is all. It's loud in there."

But he won't say no to Ironhide joining him, as he pats the spot on the wall beside him.

By the time he actually spies his ex-partner, he's managed to have more than enough of the spiked punch to put even his huge frame over the general edge of sensibility. What are inhibitions, anyway?

He's slung an arm around Optimus before thinking about it, starting to drag him out onto the dance floor.

"Okay, but, hear me out. You and me. Like old times. One dance. I've got two right feet, you've got two left, we win. I'll hold your hands and everything."

At least he seems a lot more upbeat than before.

Keeping you from getting shot again is a good hobby, in his opinion. And you'll be hard-pressed to keep him from shadowing you like the bodyguard he's always been. He smirks a bit, trying to tilt his head enough to see Prime's face.

"Yeah, can't argue that one."

He leans right up next to him, shoulder-to-side.

"Sure you're okay though? Generally speakin'."

Megatron spares this purple intruder a glance before returning to examining his drink. It's far weaker than he'd like it to be, and he wonders if there's a way he could somehow make it more potent. Typical Autobots not having real high-grade at their get-togethers. If only he had some dark energon to spike it with, that would really get this party going.

"Any event is an interesting event nowadays Shockwave. Nothing ever seems to happen here, and I find it oppressively dull."

Maybe he could spike it with his blood? It's not the same as the real thing, but it's enough to bring back a memory. His lack of dark energon was starting to wear on the corners of his mind.

"I don't suppose you've come across purple crystals in your travels? I find myself without them, and it agitates me very much."

Does Megatron pay Ironhide the slightest bit of attention?

Yes, actually, Megatron has a talent for noticing people who might want to fight him. The thought cheers him up considerably and he eventually struts over to inspect Ironhide up close. Hopefully Ironhide minds a lot that Megatron is getting right up in his personal space.

"It is a pleasant night tonight, isn't it? Perfect for this little party you autobots have going here." He says in a light, civil tone that carried the barest hint of a challenge. "I find your high-grade a bit weak though. How pitiful."

His shoulders stiffen, and he straightens up as much as possible. This guy pings all kinds of wrong signals. Optimus said things were over, sure, and he was going to abide by what his Prime said.

Didn't mean he wasn't going to punch back if tall, grey and sharp-toothed started bouncing heads off the ground.

"Ain't my job to hand out the drinks," he retorts, chin tilting up -- stubborn. "Go talk to whoever threw this thing together if you wanna complain."

"... huh?"

Grimlock had been speaking. He knew that. He'd heard him clearly. But it was as if the words were water, lost the second he tried to hold onto and make sense of them. So, instead, he's being hugged and staring dazedly up at Grimlock like the dinobot just started speaking in tongues.

"I'm okay! Are... are you okay? 'Cause Grims. Your face? Bud. It's. Huge."

Knock Out had been thoroughly enjoying himself, socializing, flirting, and gathering intel, and had his head high and his smile smug as he approached the punch table once again, looking for conversation partners that had been drinking long enough to have loose lips and/or wandering hands (he is not picky about which). He's a little distracted by someone with a lovely paintjob (if that sort of bulky, boxy chassis that seemed so popular around here-- oh well! his own sleek curves will just look all the more elegant besides all these lumbering beasts), and so it's not until he's directly in front of Megatron that he realizes that Megatron is right here.

His eyes widen, his smile goes stiff, and he looks for a moment like he's about to turn tailpipe and run, wobbling halfway through a step, but Megatron is right there and he should probably try to keep his story straight-- and he'd have no reason to run if he weren't an Autobot, probably.

Knock Out sets his foot down and swivels smartly to face his (former?) boss, and hails him, cheerful from foot to helm's crest, "Why, Lord Megatron! I hardly expected to find you here! Enjoying the party, sir?" Ha ha ha he is neck deep in a slagheap if he can't pull this off. Maybe he can cower behind one of the lumbering Autobots and beg for mercy if Megatron is in a bad mood.

"Why hide it?" Cyclonus says. Be true to your feelings, Ironhide. Unless they involve caring for someone, in which case you should bottle them up and lash out and anyone who brings attention to them.

"You seem on guard."

Here's someone Cyclonus is actually interested in talking to! Not so much 'socializing with', exactly, he just has important business to inquire about. So he leaves his own spot against a wall to join Optimus in his spot.

"Optimus Prime," he greets. After an appropriate amount of silence, he asks, " Have you had any further contact with the planet?"

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