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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Yeah, that's the problem there. Ironhide cares a little too much about people.

"Eh, figure most bots are here to have a good time, not watch a big old lunk watch Prime's back." He smirks a little sadly, nodding. "I am. Hard habit to break."

Pipes, of course, had made it his sole mission in life (or at least the next few hours) to talk to literally everyone. Even the giant phase sixer and mass murderers - he's working up to those, alright.

Right now, it's Magnus' turn. Pipes practically skips over to her, absolutely delighted to see another Lost Light crew member. "Magnus!" he salutes quickly, still not sure if she would attempt to write him up in the middle of a party on another planet. "It's great to see you, uh... taking part? It's certainly been a while."

Your armour has a lovely shine and you're looking very law-bringer-y today, he decides, is probably a bit over the top. Maybe some other time.

While not at all surprised to hear that Optimus was the king, Pipes was actually pretty unsure of how to handle it. It was probably not a big deal to literally anyone else but Pipes is Pipes. His own crown was slightly too big, as opposed to being too small.

For the first time in the evening, trying not to show any obvious hesitation, he wanders over to Optimus a bit awkwardly, gesturing to his ear. Or just... up, generally.

"Maybe we should swap."

"That was pretty smooth."

Yeah, sorry buddy. Someone saw you. Someone tiny and confused as to Kagerou's choice of entrance.

Sorry, Babymus, there's no chance Pipes would go five minutes without talking to you.

"I thought Primes didn't party!" he stated, about a smooth as a porcupine. "Actually I guess that got debunked, I've seen about two of you guys here."

This is a Very Important Issue.

More on the bored side; it's not like he's going to die if he doesn't get laid tonight, even though getting laid is awesome (and there's all these people here he doesn't know well enough to hate yet; a perfect dating pool, as far as he's concerned).

Still, he laughs like he's charmed. "Moi? No, of course not! I'm hardly indiscriminate." He pauses for a beat, then continues, "I just say that to every attractive bot that could bounce me through a wall." A wink for you, Roller!

(He does not actually say it to every attractive bot that could bounce him through a wall, because he isn't into being actually bounced through walls-- it's so bad for his paintjob, ego, and general structural integrity-- but this bot seems relatively relaxed about being openly flirted with, despite not reciprocating. Ah, well, Knock Out is charming enough for two, and there's hardly a lack of others to flirt with if he's outright rejected.)

"My party, I get to set the rules. And I say that if you're here, you have to dance." 'Reveler'. Really, Magnus? He grins up at her and tugs on her arm again, this time with a little more force. Which means absolutely nothing when you're Ultra Magnus and pretty much an unmovable mountain when it comes down to it, but hey. A bot's gotta try.

"It's a wall," he repeats, as if something had gotten lost in his first statement. "Sheesh, you're almost as bad as Magnus. Taller than her, too."

He does not answer the question, however.

Magnus doesn't quite smile when she sees Pipes, but her face softens noticeably. "Ah, Pipes! It has, indeed, been a while. It is... good to see you, again." Magnus may not have known Pipes all that well, but any resurrection is worth celebrating. "I hope that you are enjoying yourself in a responsible fashion?"

"That is a -- preposterous rule!" she exclaims, puffing herself up like an angry cat. "A party host is a, a service provider, not a position of authority! You, uh." As she pauses to think for a moment, her indignation drains away. Then it rushes back in just in time for a theatrical "You have no legal recourse to force me to do anything!"

"Extremely responsibly!!" he points to his glass. "Only one. As of yet."

He's probably going to end this evening completely gazeboed on one of the bleachers but it's the journey that matters, not the destination.

"Actually, speaking of..." Pipes nudges Magnus' knee gently. "I heard it's official party rules that you have to dance at least once for no less than exactly five point six minutes."

If there's a less subtle way of asking her to dance, Pipes probably doesn't know it.

Pipes faceplate goes positively pink at that comment. Gosh. Gosh!!

"I--" he covers his face. Oh god this is too much. "Y-you too!"

Moi? What does that even... mean. There's a pause of his own, while Roller just looks at the guy, his expression practically screaming Seriously?

"You'd think you'd be a little more careful," he says, instead of really questioning it. "It hurts. A lot. Trust me, I've got... recent experience."

Sort of. But hey, no need to delve too far into that right now. He is relaxed, if nothing more. It's not every day you get hit on this hard. Really not every day, if you're him.

"Also, you're coming on pretty strong. I'm big, pal, but not that dense..." There's an apologetic sort of look. "Just... tone it down a bit. If you wanna dance or something, you just have to ask. Seriously. I'm a pretty basic kind of bot."

"But it's my wall, now. I'd really hate to leave it lonely and stuff. I'm so big, I'm probably the only thing holding it up, too."

Okay, now he's just screwing with you, Rodimus. And smirking a bit the whole time.

"Need something?" Because Rodimus isn't the only one who can repeat himself.

It was certainly a surprise to him, Pipes, if that's any consolation. Especially when you had no plans on even entering and suddenly you're nominated by what can only be a considerable amount of people (Or everyone just voted for themselves and the Shockwaves tipped the scales). His eyes cast down to the smaller bot, silently a little amused at his crown size.

His eyes follow the bot's finger, then up to his ear, where he somewhat sheepishly starts to remove it. Maybe...that was a better idea, honestly. Taking it off, he leans over, holding it out to him.

"I think it would definitely fit you better, Pipes. You seem to be...struggling with that one."

...

"Congratulations on Prom Queen."

He recognizes that voice--anyone on the Autobot team recognized that voice. Optimus Prime's bodyguard himself, Ironhide. He had to admit, it was a little surprising seeing him up and alive again, after everything that happened on Earth. But...

He'd seen him on Cybertron when Shockwave tried to take over. There was no mistaking that Ironhide was alive. "Ironhide?"

He swirls his drink a minute, before looking out at the dance floor. "I'm never usually sober at these things. It's hard to know what to do."

"..."

If something makes a Phase Sixer stop talking, there's certainly something up. Trailcutter's not exactly oblivious, and his eyes slightly widen under that visor, his grip on his drink a little tighter.

Was...this right? Was he really dead?

It can't be true--someone would have told him, right?

"Literally--" he stops, everything somehow coming together. Rodimus telling him to avoid Ofsted VII, First Aid's affection, all the people who'd given him attention.... Was it because of this? His grip tightens even more as he thinks, unable to finish that sentence.

Well, as stealthy as Kagerou is, it's a little easy to tell when someone's sneaking down the wall. Years of being in an intergalactic war gave you an eye for giant robots no matter what. So when he sees Kagerou start to snake down, he looks at his drink, a little half-heartedly.

"Are you here to take me out? Because they guys out there have way more importance than I do--I DIDN'T MEAN IT!"

Wow Trailcutter, don't sell your friends out to an assassin. "I mean, just make it quick, alright?"

If anything's a constant in his life, it's certainly that Ironhide will be there, and that Ironhide will take the hit as needed. Something Optimus...wishes he could prevent anyway. But there's no stopping life from continuing.

He feels the touch of that shoulder, though, systems immediately relaxing at it. "As good as can be expected. This place is confusing, and I think I need to head out to the outskirts again to talk to the planet."

Even though he knows full well how Shockwave can be, and how easily he slips into a 'casual' gesture like an arm around his, it still seemed to take him by surprise. Like every time it happened. His eyes widen, looking down at their arms linked together and noticing that familiar white and blue paint. Trailing it back up to that familiar, smiling face.

Familiar, yet not so familiar.

"Uh."

When he sees the gesture, his gaze turns to the dance floor, then back to Shockwave, eyes slowly widening in slight panic. "I...can't dance." As if he had to put that disclaimer up immediately to not make Shockwave assume any less.

It was a rare sight to see Optimus swung around--there weren't many bots as big as Roller around, and those that were weren't the most friendly. Thankfully, Roller was intoxicated. So that helped explain the weird behavior. Although when he's pulled close, his eyes go full Spinister, looking right back into those blue optics.

Completely taken by surprise and off guard.

"I'm surprised, yeah. Especially so soon into the part--Brainstorm."

Yeah, he knows who's at fault for this. Only he would make something THAT potent.

“Uh....”

He chuckles, nervous as his face goes a little warm. He never expected Sideswipe, aka Coolbot, to say things like that.

“...you really think that?”

Drift's had a drink or two, letting himself loosen up a little more than he's usually prone to. The engex here is basically swill, given the equipment they have, but it's still a step above some of the tankrot they used to brew in the Decepticon ranks. He's hanging by one of the half-crumbled forum walls, hanging back from the crowd a little, but apparently contentedly watching. He glances at Rodimus, optics fuzzy and casting a faint halo of light around them in the cool evening dark.

"Dance?" He smiles slightly. Somehow it seems a little easier than his usual smile. He sets his glass down on the wall, where it'll quickly be forgotten, and holds out a hand. "Yeah, sure. Of course."

Even someone as sociable as June needs a break from the party sometime -- especially when you're supposed to be keeping an eye on everyone. Well, she's a self-appointed chaperone, anyway, but someone has to keep watch on these overgrown teenagers.

It's quieter out aways from the forum, and June's tiny shoes crunch on the gravel as she comes to stand next to Optimus, holding a little cup of Miranda's space vodka. "You know, the Optimus I knew was never much of a party person, either."

Ah yes, Chaperoning did give you quite the responsibility. Although Optimus is adamant that you can do that (and succeed quite well!) from afar. Which is exactly what he's doing when June walks up. Recognizing the voice almost immediately, his attention turns down to her, that grown idly swinging on one of those ears.

Just...don't ask.

But the company is welcome, especially from June. "Seems like I have more in common with him the more we talk." He speaks humourously, eyes flicking a shade brighter at her. "Although I can't say much for my skills in this area. I never know what to say for conversation."

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lmk is this isnt okay :|b

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LOOK he didn't invite any cons how was he supposed to know

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