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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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.