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

[arnhaid]

"What's a 'Lost Light'?"

Whoops. Out of everything he's heard here, the explanation of Rodimus' little misadventure fun time never happened. It sounds like a prison ship or something, from that warning.

[fuckinstoplights]

"Gathering... Why are they gathering?"

Out of all the words, that's the only one that makes sense to him. But he still steps back, closer to the wall once more.

"Why would I be?"

[redshitlord]

"Nahhhh, it's just. It's just. Detailing. Y'know?"

And cue the confused, wide-eyed blinking. His feet swing back and forth a bit.

"Fight? Why're we -- what'd I do?"

[lifepersists]

First Aid's fingers sting as Tarn yanks his arm away, but he's drunk enough that the sting lasts only as long as he remembers it. It doesn't deter him much anyway; he's still radiating anger just looking at him.

And the nerve of him, bringing Pharma. Seeing Pharma always made First Aid's tank turn. And pretending he didn't know who he was talking about.

"Sixshot. He's come such a long way. He doesn't need your influence."

[academybot]

"Right." If his tone was a little flat and dismissive, he really didn't care at this point. It was getting a little taxing to start almost every conversation with how great his double was for being a 'Prime'. There might be a slight bit of jealousy there.

"Yes and no. Just- just call me Optimus. Not titles needed."

[phase6kindofbot]

"He just tossed a bucket of cleanser and a list of stuff he wanted at me before disappearing. I don't think we're on speaking terms anymore." Cue awkward shrug.

"He still talks with you?"

[academybot]

"That's right." Optimus said, turning to the bot he definitely had not met. At this point though he had stopped being surprised when people knew his name.

"and you are?"

[smallandincharge]

Magnus is not nearly socially adept enough to pick up on the subtext, so she simply replies with "All right. I will." She's not sure what else to say.

[rodders]

"Forcing you means ordering you to." Which, he wants it to be known, he's not. "C'mon, Magnus. It'll be fun."

Another tug on her arm, shifting so he's effectively attempting to pull her away from her seat and towards the dance floor. Attempting to look as convincing as possible - look at him, Magnus. He is all charm and charisma. Give into the inevitability of Rodimus wrangling a dance and make this easier on both of them.

[rodders]

"Why? You were talking about things that happened in my universe. Except for Bee not dying and Megatron not being dead too."

He's older than you, son, listen to him.

[rodders]

"It's my party. I've been told by a few people that it's a host's job to make sure everyone's enjoying themselves."

Also: Drift is busy talking to other people so he can't make out or dance with him.

[redshitlord]

"That's like everything I was talking about!"

So shut up, Rodimus. Also, your punch? He's going to reach across the table and try to grab it from you in a fit of teenage pique.

"You didn't think for a second, Oh hey maybe Sideswipe's not from my weird, creepy world? Because, guess what? Optimus figured it out in like a nanosecond."

[officerjuicebox]

"Host, huh."

Somehow he doesn't manage to make the question as supremely skeptical as he probably should have. This has to be some kid high on their accomplishment of the day or something. No reason to grind him down into the dirt on purpose.

... he says 'on purpose' because, given his track record so far, it's probably going to happen even if he doesn't expressly want it to.

"Don't worry, kiddo, I'm fine. I like playing support column. Besides." And there's a gesture at himself. "You don't want people worrying I'm going to step on their feet."

[rodders]

"Rodimus. Honestly, Prime didn't say you were so short." But he can work with this, he can. "Gotta say, you're already ten times more approachable than him. I think he likes it that way, though. Means people are less likely to ask him questions he doesn't want to answer."

A beat.

"And I don't think the 'guilt-torn leader' look works as well without the faceplate."

[rodders]

"Kiddo?" He bristles slightly, but it's better than Hot Rod. "Look, the only people who call me kid are Ironhide and Kup. You don't need to join their ranks."

Introducing himself would probably help.

"Rodimus, Captain," and there's a blissful moment where he doesn't hear Megatron correcting him, "of the Lost Light."

[rodders]

"Sideswipe?" Okay, now he's making a face because why is this... Sideswipe. "Seriously? What part of," he gestures, indicating Sideswipe's hair, "is supposed to make me think of Sideswipe." Okay, so he doesn't know his Sideswipe well enough but. Still. At least his doesn't have the weird looking hair.

"Well that's Optimus, isn't it? But it's not like he doesn't have his own problems."

[rodders]

He's in a good mood - the engex and the events of the past few weeks putting him at ease more than he has been in months back home. Er, except for the bits with Tarn. He could do without those.

What Rodimus had forgotten, from their time back on the Lost Light and now, is how difficult holding a conversation with Cyclonus is if you're not Tailgate.

"So. The party. S'not bad for being dumped on a crummy Cybertron, huh?"

[redshitlord]

"Um, all of me? Which you totally just gestured at."

Ugh, what is this guy's problem? Optimus was totally wrong. How could he go easy on such a walking stack of lousy programming? Like Mister Hot Rod Flames over there had any room to criticize.

"He's not even the right Optimus, and, guess what! He figured it out! He didn't tell me Bee was dead when he's not."

[officerjuicebox]

"... Yeah, okay. I'm not anywhere near that old."

Like that's his only problem with the statement. So much for making a decent impression.

"Sorry. Never heard of you." There's an awkward shrug. "You're... probably way after the last couple minutes on Cybertron I remember."

[rodders]

The grin that Rodimus gives Drift at his acceptance threatens to split his face in two, taking Drift's hand in his own and pulling him after him onto the place generally designated as a 'dance floor'. Can Rodimus dance? Barely. But it's not for a lack of enthusiasm or willpower. Drift'll find that out in a moment, but for now Rodimus is just going to wrap one arm around Drift's neck as he pulls him in close.

"Not bad of a turnout if I say so myself," he says, referring to the party. But Drift's here and if he's gonna be completely honest with himself, that's really the important part here. At least for this moment. He'd probably have been put out if no one else had showed.

[planate]

He shrugs, "Just because, mostly. You haven't been to many parties, have you?"

Not asked in a condescending way, of course. Pipes is genuinely curious.

"Everyone is!"

[auramatic]

Drift can feel his spark flare warmly in his chest at that smile, but it's the arm wrapped around him that brightens his smile. It's nice just to be touched like this. It's a connection Drift treasures.

"I have to say, I'm impressed." Drift's hands settle at Rodimus' hips, one thumb absently brushing over the edge of the plating. "You had the right idea here. I think everyone really needed something like this."

He casts his gaze downward, seeming to notice the freshly welded badge on Rodimus' chest, and his optics brighten a shade. "Rodimus..."

[scaredybot]

Mayday places his hand on his face shield over his mouth as a snort and giggle escape him. It does nothing to muffle the sound and in apology he gently nudges the crown back into place

[planate]

He's gonna do it. MAYBE THIS WAS HIS PLAN ALL ALONG (it wasn't)

When Mayday gets close to nudge the crown Pipes takes it as an opportunity... to bomp his faceplate into Mayday's visor.

He does what he can without a mouth, alright.

[gimmicky]

"Trailcutter," He'd heard about Ironhide's memory loss, and it didn't bother him to remind the old bot. He'd spent awhile correcting people on the name change too, and even Rodimus didn't get it right half the time. At least he takes it well, not really disappointed.

"Can't bet with you there, I'm usually too drunk to realize it if I get shot at these things."

A little attempt at humor, at the very least.