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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[academybot]

Option 1

Optimus has staked out a spot near the dance floor, but so far hasn't really engaged in any prom activities aside from getting himself a glass of punch. He hasn't been avoiding talking to anyone, necessarily, but he's not much of a party goer and knows hardly anyone here.

So he's standing off to the side with his drink, watching the rest of the party and looking quite a bit more relaxed than he has his whole time planetside so far.

Option 2

After a while the party is starting to get a little more crazy as it becomes evident that the punch was spiked. Optimus is even starting to feel a little buzzed, and has since left the drinking to the more enthusiastic bots. But he's getting swept into the mood, smiling and laughing at some of the escapades happening.

He's currently chilling on the bleachers, sitting in the most comfortable position he could find considering bleachers are kind of terrible for that.

1!

[orerrible]

"Prime, is it?"

Shockwave peeled himself off the wall like a shadow with a sudden emergence of sentience, silent and unnoticed until he spoke up. This event, and he would be the first to admit, was an excuse to satiate a few curiosities. Chief among them was this fresh faced Autobot; young enough that Shockwave could almost smell the new paint yet who called himself Optimus Prime. Shockwave had been observing him nearly as much as his more aged experienced counterpart.

[academybot]

Optimus turned around quickly after hearing someone come up behind him. He couldn't help but take a small step back when it turned out to be someone huge and purple and almost certainly a decepticon. Old habits die hard.

"That's correct." He replied, looking up at the other bot's, er, face, before offering a handshake in greeting. "You're the science-bot helping the humans, right? I don't think I caught your name."

2

[chickscream]

"Optimus!"

Slipstream is hard to miss in this crowd, her teal wings poking up like a shark's fin, and when she spots Optimus they head straight towards him, with only a little weaving back and forth; as she gets closer, Optimus can probably see the "Honk If You Hate Starscream" stickers over her insignias.

She is apparently one of the bots he left the drinking to, and, also, maybe forming her own faction.

"Can you believe," she demands of him, then takes several steps up the bleachers to sit next to him, "can you believe that there's no oil at this party? I don't think anyone here drinks oil. Allspark, I miss oil. I see you're not offline yet!" She cackles, without leaving him space to answer, and pats him on the shoulder. "That's good! You're all right."

Optimus should be so proud of being rated "all right" by someone he's fought against twice as often as he's talked to her.

[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."

one.

[rodders]

This. This must be the fabled duplicate of Optimus Prime. Rodimus can see the resemblance - the blue, the red, the not participating in fun activities. He can hear Prime's words echoing in his head - give him the same respect that you would me - and promptly decides that's a bit of Prime advice he's going to ignore. If this Optimus is the equivalent of a lower rank than Rodimus? He's going to have fun. Both of them are going to have fun.

Because it would be a shame if any Optimus never got to relax just once in their lives.

"Optimus, isn't it?" He says, by way of introduction.

[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?"

[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."

[academybot]

Optimus just stared at Rodimus for a few second because that was the first time in his entire life he had ever been called short. He glanced across the room at his double, admittedly easy to spot since he was a good third taller. He will give you this one, Rodimus.

He gestured toward Optimus with his glass, a questioning look on his face.

"'Guilt-torn leader'?"
That was definitely a descriptor he hadn't heard yet.

[rodders]

You're about average-sized amongst the giant towering assholes that comprise his universe, Baby Optimus. And the same size as Rodimus, who's pretty thrilled about this development - all things considered. It's not every day you find that the guy you look up to is now young and impressionable.

"Yeah. I mean he's great, don't get me wrong. But he does this thing where he thinks he can solve all our problems by leaving. Something about guilt."

It's awful. Please stop, Optimus.

[academybot]

Yeah, yeah, don't get too excited Rodimus.

"You mean like that message he broadcast on the network about stepping down when Megatron called in the Decepticons?" He was wondering why Optimus had thought that was going to accomplish anything, though he didn't know enough about the situation to really judge.

[rodders]

"Yeah, exactly like that. Don't worry, I tried to talk some sense into him. Ratchet probably had better luck - they're old friends."

Or at least he hoped Ratchet tried. He tried, but it didn't seem to go anywhere. Which is fine, he's fine with that. But he really does wish Optimus would knock it off once in a while.

"Anyway. Rodimus, captain," and there's a pause as if he's listening for someone to object. When nothing comes, he shrugs and continues on like nothing ever happened. "Of the Lost Light."

[academybot]

"I imagine if anyone could convince him it would be Ratchet." He sounded pretty confident about that.

Optimus offered a handshake following Rodimus' introduction. He didn't think much of the pause, not realizing the significance.

"Well, Optimus Prime, captain of the Orion. Or, I was, anyway." Can you still claim captaincy when your ship is transwarping around space randomly without you?

[rodders]

"It's a pleasure." He actually means that. Be suspicious. "Always good to have another captain around."

"Optimus might have said one or two things about you. All good, of course."

He also told him to stay away. Which he is not doing. Not in the slightest.

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[planate]

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.

[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.

[planate]

"Hey, the feeling's mutual!" he wasn't even sure Optimus knew how to relax. Glad to be wrong.

"Apparently I'm a prom monarch! I have no idea what that means. Maybe I get free punch after this is over," he laughs. "Not sure how to feel about the crown, though."

Seeing as it's pretty big on him.

[academybot]

"You'd think they would have made it the right size if they knew if was going to be you. Optimus seems to be having a similar problem." He gestured vaguely behind him where he figured his double must be with his equally ill-fitting headpiece.

"Though I'm not sure free punch is much of a reward since everything is free at the bar anyway. Like the...what do you call it...engex?"

[planate]

Pipes leans over, looking behind Optimus. Sure enough, the other Optimus was had one.

"He's huge! That crown would fit on you well, I'd imagine."

Crowns are weird. Who even made them??

"That's the one. I'd imagine it won't stay free for long if we're supposed to be starting a society or whatever, though."

[academybot]

"All the same, I'm happy to let him take the spotlight," he said, waving away the suggestion that he could or should be prom king.

Clearly the obvious answer here was Rodimus must have modeled the crowns for size.

"True, but I don't think that's going to be happening for a while. I think there are more important problems to deal with first."

[planate]

"It has been almost 5 million years..." he says, absent mindedly. He has no idea this Optimus is so young.

"You're right, though. I'm honestly amazed no-one's been killed yet." A beat. "Uh. Not counting the erstwhile denizens of this city. Planet."

[academybot]

"Five million years since what?" He didn't know enough about Pipes' universe to get the reference. As far as he could remember that would have been smack dab in the middle of the Great War. Could be anything, really.

"I've heard there've been some close calls though. I mean, Ratchet's still missing a leg. Do you really think ithat's going to get better if Megatron gets the Decepticons in check?"

this is late af and dumb sorry (2)

[staygoldponybot]

Guess who has two thumbs, an over abundance of guns mods and hasn't moved from the bleachers save for, like, this one time?

Yeah.

He's coming back to his seat carrying what looks like an entire keg - though considering he's so stupidly huge it's more like an overly large stein. Unfortunately, Sentinel's spot also happens to be fairly close to where Optimus is seated.

He waves awkwardly.

This is even later I am SO Sorry

[academybot]

Well, there's one person Optimus hadn't planned on interacting with for a while. He thought about what the other Optimus had said about trying to get Sentinel to be a better person; he'd feel a little bad if he didn't at least try to support his efforts.

He waves back with an uncertain smile.
"Sentinel." Good to see you? No, not really. "Enjoying the party?"

never apologise

[staygoldponybot]

"I think so."

He's honestly never actually... been to one like this.

"I'm trying this socialization thing - apparently under no uncertain terms does it involve the defenestration of anyone," he frowns slightly. "I think I'm doing it right."

It's a joke. Sentinel is trying to make a joke. Though, given his delivery - or lack of thereof - it might be hard to tell. Gotta work on actually emoting there, buddy.