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

Gatecrashing

[deceptionshark]

Ah, a gathering! After so many hours of flying around and seeing the same landscape over and over again, Megatron was glad for a reason to entertain himself for a while. Does the fact that everyone present is mostly autobots half his size? No! Such things would never bother a gladiator of Kaon. He's so unbothered by it that he doesn't even talk to anyone at first, he checks out the refreshments with interest. Goodness, a chance to get drunk! Well, who is he to ignore such an opportunity?

He grins and swipes a cube of high-grade. It'll take a lot of these before he gets anywhere, but he imagines there will be plenty to entertain him in the meantime.

[orerrible]

Shockwave believes beyond a shadow of a doubt that Megatron did not come here believing he would go unnoticed. It was somewhat surprising to see Megatron, any Megatron, make a beeline for the open bar. Overlooking a brief low period ages ago, Shockwave would have just assumed they would all do the sensible thing and have their fuel intake moderation chip permanently activated. Leave less room to be caught unawares.

"I would not have anticipated such an event to put you in high spirits." Shockwave addressed Megatron as he came up to the side of the bar without reaching for the high-grade himself. Moderation chip functioning normally and having fueled days ago it would not have served a purpose. And he did not come here to be social.

[deceptionshark]

Megatron spares this purple intruder a glance before returning to examining his drink. It's far weaker than he'd like it to be, and he wonders if there's a way he could somehow make it more potent. Typical Autobots not having real high-grade at their get-togethers. If only he had some dark energon to spike it with, that would really get this party going.

"Any event is an interesting event nowadays Shockwave. Nothing ever seems to happen here, and I find it oppressively dull."

Maybe he could spike it with his blood? It's not the same as the real thing, but it's enough to bring back a memory. His lack of dark energon was starting to wear on the corners of his mind.

"I don't suppose you've come across purple crystals in your travels? I find myself without them, and it agitates me very much."

[arnhaid]

Oh. That. Does not look good. Not in any sense of the word. Sort of hard to miss a huge, flying Decepticon with a face like that one. What did he even do, sharpen his teeth?

But launching an attack out of nowhere would be stupid, and too reckless with all the other bots around.

And so, Ironhide just inches forward a bit, keeping an optic on the guy, though it's narrowed and decidedly unfriendly. Despite being fully aware this 'con is huge, more likely a lot stronger than he is, and all those good things.

[deceptionshark]

Does Megatron pay Ironhide the slightest bit of attention?

Yes, actually, Megatron has a talent for noticing people who might want to fight him. The thought cheers him up considerably and he eventually struts over to inspect Ironhide up close. Hopefully Ironhide minds a lot that Megatron is getting right up in his personal space.

"It is a pleasant night tonight, isn't it? Perfect for this little party you autobots have going here." He says in a light, civil tone that carried the barest hint of a challenge. "I find your high-grade a bit weak though. How pitiful."

[arnhaid]

His shoulders stiffen, and he straightens up as much as possible. This guy pings all kinds of wrong signals. Optimus said things were over, sure, and he was going to abide by what his Prime said.

Didn't mean he wasn't going to punch back if tall, grey and sharp-toothed started bouncing heads off the ground.

"Ain't my job to hand out the drinks," he retorts, chin tilting up -- stubborn. "Go talk to whoever threw this thing together if you wanna complain."

:)

[flashyfinish]

Knock Out had been thoroughly enjoying himself, socializing, flirting, and gathering intel, and had his head high and his smile smug as he approached the punch table once again, looking for conversation partners that had been drinking long enough to have loose lips and/or wandering hands (he is not picky about which). He's a little distracted by someone with a lovely paintjob (if that sort of bulky, boxy chassis that seemed so popular around here-- oh well! his own sleek curves will just look all the more elegant besides all these lumbering beasts), and so it's not until he's directly in front of Megatron that he realizes that Megatron is right here.

His eyes widen, his smile goes stiff, and he looks for a moment like he's about to turn tailpipe and run, wobbling halfway through a step, but Megatron is right there and he should probably try to keep his story straight-- and he'd have no reason to run if he weren't an Autobot, probably.

Knock Out sets his foot down and swivels smartly to face his (former?) boss, and hails him, cheerful from foot to helm's crest, "Why, Lord Megatron! I hardly expected to find you here! Enjoying the party, sir?" Ha ha ha he is neck deep in a slagheap if he can't pull this off. Maybe he can cower behind one of the lumbering Autobots and beg for mercy if Megatron is in a bad mood.

[smallandincharge]

Ultra Magnus looms up behind him. "Megatron, I presume? I don't believe that you were on the guest list."