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

[staygoldponybot]

Sentinel isn't interested in the gathering or anyone present. He may have finally admitted to himself he's starting to get kinda lonely and is sick of sleeping in a dumpster, but he still really hates everyone here. Especially you, Megatron.

He might have gone on the off chance one of his henchmen might have shown up. He might have gone because there's ample supply of booze. Either way, he grabbed the biggest glass he could find and several refills and decided to sit at the bottom of one of the bleachers. On the floor. Because it started creaking under his fat ass.

Wonderful.

[primebyproxy]

Sentinel has probably worked through at least one refill before Ultra Magnus works up the nerve to show up and spots him. Sentinel certainly looks like he may not want company.

Magnus joins him anyway.

"Sir?" he ventures cautiously, not sitting down just yet.

[staygoldponybot]

One or five. Unfortunately, mechs their size need several kegs to get properly tanked, so he's barely feeling anything. Sentinel can't help but be disappointed, though not surprised in the least.

He stares at Magnus for a moment, then blinks owlishly. Ah. Yes. His brain knows this one.

"Magnus," he states in return. He shifts slightly. Maybe to make room. "I didn't expect to-" be approached by anyone, at all. "-see you here."