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

[optout]

Ironhide if you call yourself expendable out loud to OP he is going to throw you across the planet he did not get himself arrested by Spickle Witwacky for some expendable piece of shit now you perk right the fuck up and think better about yourself.

His ear pieces flick slightly at the shoulder bump, eyes drifting to his partner. Just looking at the sincerity in those eyes.

"I'm afraid it's more of a...personal trip."

As in...he's going alone. Well maybe not alone, Cyclonus is joining but honestly they're only tolerating each other for planet religious feelings.

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn narrows his optics. “I’m sorry, he doesn’t need my influence? He’s a Phase Sixer, not a child. You would do best to remember that Autobot.”

Taking a long sip of his engex, he goes to push past First Aid and make his way over to Sixshot.

"Besides its not for you to decide who he is allowed to associate with."

[optout]

"...That could suffice."

Honestly, he has no plans for after the party, and since Cyclonus is willing, it's best to get it over and done with. "I hope you're at the very least enjoying yourself. If only a little."

BECAUSE THERE'S ONLY ROOM FOR ONE BROODY BRUCE.

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn makes a quiet neutral noise into his cup.

"Only when necessary. We still live together so it would be difficult for him to cut ties with me entirely." He sighs, deciding to leave out the whole bit where he had tried to manipulate the heli into believing that the Autobots were evil and wanted nothing to do with peace.

He settles on, "It's complicated."

[optout]

Optimus reaches up lightly, taking the crown off of his ear and handing it to Pipes, taking the smaller one with his other hand.

...Before putting it right back on that ear. Well--at least Pipes has a nice crown now.

"Can't say it's undeserved."

Aw lookit you, Optimus, you're proud of that little booger.

[gimmicky]

Well, now its Trailcutter's turn to be surprised. Because...well, your mannerisms aren't exactly 'looking for a way out'. But he'll buy it.

"The party stops right over there. Heck, with those wings you could probably fly out of here."

There's a sip of his drink.

"If you've got elsewhere to be."

[lifepersists]

"I know what he is. That's why I worry about him," First Aid snaps.

The fact that Tarn was ignoring him pointedly infuriates him. Engex and anger made a terrible combination for First Aid. As the leader of the DJD pushes past him his field prickles like a thousand knives. He spins on heel after him, throws his arms open, then wraps his arms around Tarn's waist so he has to drag him.

"Stay away from him!"

[academybot]

Optimus could take this opportunity to back out of this whole conversation, but might as well take the chance to act some questions while he was here. If he was going to be stuck on this planet, it would probably be a good idea to learn more about them and their universe as a whole. He definitely felt like a minority here.

"Actually do you mind if I ask about your title. 'Magnus,' does it mean anything in particular?"

[academybot]

Optimus didn't even flinch when Slipstream whacked him on the shoulder. Some progress on the whole 'trusting decepticons' front.
"Yes I am still alive, thank you for noticing," he replied good-naturedly.

"I'm sure one of the science types could whip some together for you if you ask nicely. Course you could never get anything like this back home, even on cybertron. Not with the energon rationing."

[academybot]

"Must have missed the memo." It was nice to actually run into one of the few people Optimus actually kind of new.

"You seem t be enjoying yourself," he observed, gesturing at the crown Pipes was wearing.

[optout]

Hey it's not his city. Just a replica of the dump back home! But he can't help but look down at her words, softly speaking an answer to that first part. "There's a lot I don't deserve credit for."

Although he's quick to get the subject off him, noticing just how hardened she looks by the environment. It's certainly a change from how he first met her, when she'd only just arrived. "Hm."

Something to maybe bring up to Brainstorm later.

"You're very strong, for adjusting to this life as you have."

[smallandincharge]

"Title?" she says, surprised. "Magnus isn't a title - it's part of my name. My house name, to be precise."

[smallandincharge]

Magnus does look at him, for a moment, and for that moment there's something strange in her expression, something Rodimus isn't used to seeing. Something almost... vulnerable. But then the moment passes, and her face hardens again as she turns away.

[gimmicky]

"Because it hasn't happened yet...." Everything was falling into place, and his eyes can't stop looking at his hands. The energon in his systems felt cold, and the noise around him seemed muted.

This...this didn't feel real.

If he wasn't dead here, he sure was starting to feel it now.


"No one here told me. No one."

[optout]

He lets Roller do this, more out of sheer surprise than anything. His eyes are wide, like 75% Spinister as he locks onto the other's, unable to turn away even if he wanted to.

"I've...I appreciate that, partner."

Although a part of him wishes that would have helped Roller find him again. Another thing to consume himself with at a later point. "Don't stray from me. That's all I ask."

[lifepersists]

Normally First Aid had more restraint, but he's been though a lot of slag lately. Losing an arm, living in anxiety, falling into a hole and lacking recharge and energon for a week straight, coming back to find his diagnostic drone was now sporting a poorly painted purple paint job.

Look, he deserved to cut loose a little.

And by that it meant that he was drunk as fuck. At least he wasn't at the 'needs help back to his hab suite' level yet, but his circuits were fairly toasted. Generally he also wouldn't drink around Trailcutter, but it was little too late for that by the time he spots him trying to hide away from the party.

First Aid finds his way over to him, sliding up next to him so that he was leaning into the mech's side.

"You look sad. Maybe I can cheer you up."

[lifepersists]

Sensible mechs would move out of Impactor's way, but First Aid instead made a beeline for the miner to immediately attach himself to him arm like a remora. The medic makes sure to thoroughly wrap his hands around the arm in a vice grip before he lifts his head to actually address him.

"You look lonely. Want some company?"

[lethalimpact]

"Not really-" he's about to finish that, feeling First Aid hook onto his arm like a leech. While he didn't necessarily mind the medic, he was harmless enough, Impactor had been caught in a grumpy mood wandering around like a shark in a pack of minnows.

"Fine. I guess it's alright."

Small talk. Megatron had mentioned small talk.

"Nice place for...outside. Breezy."

You're so good at this.

[gimmicky]

Unfortunately, Trailcutter's just recieved a nice, informative bit of news on his mortality back home, so coupled with First Aid popping up (drunk), during a very tense moment for him, needless to say he's going to be a little salty. His eyes fixate on First Aid, unsure how to even say this.

"I don't think you can."

The usually cheerful tone is replaced by a bitter, quiet tone, hands clenching and unclenching. There's a slight shrug off from his shoulder as he turns to face First Aid. Okay, he can't wait til the medic is sober for this.

"When were you planning on telling me??"

OTA

[briefcase]

Could Brainstorm be more awkward?

He tended to avoid Swerve's when it was busy, and he could have been in his workshop coming up with his next scientific breakthrough, but he heard a thing or two about getting out and how it was good for creativity.

It had nothing to do with the fact Nautica was there, of course.

And it had nothing to do with staring at any of Nautica's dance partners with an acid glare.

He trusted you, Skids.

Nope, he's just going to mingle -- close to the edge of the party -- and feed engex into the fuel slot in his wrist.

[lifepersists]

Trailcutter looked... angry?

That takes First Aid by surprise. He moves back a step as the mech turns and looks at him, his visor bright with mixed surprise and confusion. He's not sure if he's missing something because his fuel inhibitor chip was disabled or-- if he really didn't quite have all the information.

"Tell you?"

[gimmicky]

"I'm dead, First Aid. I'm dead and I think everyone knows it but ME." He shouldn't be ANGRY at him, but the idea that he'd died--and probably died a loser--is hitting him really hard. After all, that's probably why no one bothered to tell him.

His visor can't show the sad eyes behind without looking close enough, but it's clear from his face that this is affecting him. "I'm sorry--I..."

But he can't seem to hold it in.

"This explains everything. Why people are being so nice to me."

They were never nice before.

[lifepersists]

First Aid wants to say something, to explain himself, to comfort, but his vocalizer felt like it was glitching. His spark felt like it dropped into his fuel tank, the pleasant buzz in his systems vanished.

"I--" he starts, stops, his hands twitching helplessly. "That's not. That's not true, I--"

He reaches out, then pulls his hand back, folding it against his chest.

"I couldn't tell you."

[fuckinstoplights]

"I... never. I've never seen one."

His shoulders hunch, his wings flicking. But he doesn't bolt. Not yet.

"Even... AI?"

[fuckinstoplights]

"Party...? Is that what... this is?"

He nods at the masses of bots before trying to sidle back over to the wall and hide. Behind Trailcutter. Because that's helpful.

"What is it?"

Yes, he is asking what exactly a party is, good job Birdbrain.