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

[rodders]

Wow, it's like people have such a low opinion of large get-togethers of Cybertronians! Rodimus notices Cyclonus early on, before he starts practicing his best organic vine impression with Drift, and makes a beeline for the stoic bot.

"Cyclonus! Hey!"

Does he have anything to say beyond that? Probably not. But he's going to hold a conversation even if it kills him.

[tsunclonus]

"Rodimus," Cyclonus greets. He's generally respectful of the co-captain of the Lost Light - even though he no longer has a ship to be co-captain of - but he must admit to being slightly surprised at being approached by Rodimus at this party.

He hopes Rodimus isn't planning to invite him to another 'interrogation' for some reason. That was really embarrassing for everyone involved.

The idea that Rodimus just wants to socialize with him doesn't immediately occur to him.

[rodders]

He's in a good mood - the engex and the events of the past few weeks putting him at ease more than he has been in months back home. Er, except for the bits with Tarn. He could do without those.

What Rodimus had forgotten, from their time back on the Lost Light and now, is how difficult holding a conversation with Cyclonus is if you're not Tailgate.

"So. The party. S'not bad for being dumped on a crummy Cybertron, huh?"

[tsunclonus]

Cyclonus stares silently at Rodimus for a long moment. Then he looks back over the party and takes a drink from his glass.

"The refreshments are acceptable."

It's a slight improvement over talking to a wall.

[rodders]

If anything, Rodimus can come away from this with the ability to tell people he had a conversation with Cyclonus.

"Yeah? Nautica's done good work with it."

[tsunclonus]

Is he going to give himself a Rodimus star to commemorate the accomplishment?

Cyclonus gives his drink an appraising look, as if suddenly more impressed by its existence.

"I wasn't aware she was the producer. I shall have to give her my regards."

[rodders]

No, he's now rewarding himself with make-out sessions with Drift.

"She'll like that." A beat, and he takes another sip of his drink. "Didn't think you were the type to come to a party. I mean, it's great that you're here but. You know, thought you were more of the 'stand in the corner and brood far away from the party' type."

Rodimus, what do you think he's doing.

[tsunclonus]

There are some things Cyclonus would be glad to know he doesn't know if he knew he didn't know them. That is one of them. Please never tell him that, Rodimus.

Cyclonus stares at Rodimus, then stares at his current location near the very edge of the party, then adjusts his brooding posture. Finally he answers, "I heard there would be refreshments."

And Primus knows being stuck on a mostly-dead Cybertron with present company would drive most mechs to drink.

[rodders]

Well everyone's going to know when they find them making out later, alright.

"Yeah, yep. Those are definitely refreshments."

Someone please send help.

[tsunclonus]

How thoughtful of Rodimus, really.

Cyclonus nods agreeably at Rodimus's eloquent assessment and lapses into silence. It's not awkward for him. Silence is much more his natural state than idle conversation.

How long can Rodimus handle it, though?

[rodders]

Have you met Rodimus, Cyclonus? Any silence is too much unless he's sulking. Taking stock. But he's not giving up on conversation with Cylconus yet, never fear.

"Been keeping yourself busy here? There's always Tarn around if you need something to punch. And you can tell him I told you that when you're ramming your horn into his eye."

Ah, sweet vindication.

[tsunclonus]

"I'll keep that in mind," Cyclonus says, his tone saying that he's probably not going to keep that in mind. He has been keeping an eye on Tarn during the party, though, ready to step in if things start to get out of hand.

"I've been keeping watch on the city," he answers. Also singing to Cybertron, but whatever. Very busy.

[rodders]

"Yeah? Good, excellent. After what he did to Drift, you know--" Rodimus trails off, falling silent for a moment before Cyclonus picks up the conversation again.

"Hey, that's great! Anything new and interesting to report? I guess we should have regular meetings now - Magnus'll order them eventually if I don't."

[tsunclonus]

As much as Tarn seems like the kind of guy who probably deserves to be dead, he has enough of a reputation that Cyclonus isn't particularly interested in fighting him without due cause. Such as being ordered to, or if Tailgate was threatened... luckily Tailgate isn't here and Rodimus is merely suggesting rather than ordering.

"No," Cyclonus says simply. Then actually expands on that. "The city remains largely empty and travel beyond the outskirts remains impossible."