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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[imatruck]

Ever since he came to this “Prom” at Sideswipe's behest, Grimlock started to suspect there wasn't anything that the name Prom suggested to his mind. He imagined there would be at least one brawl but so far? No fights broke out, not one with his name on it. And that's just a disgrace.

So the dinobot consigns himself to trying the punch. While he never tried this kind of stuff before, he was a big enough bot not to get hit too hard. He felt a pleasant buzz after he finished the first one, but he wasn't getting knocked out just yet.

But he's still bored anyway, so here he goes taking a seat next to the weird blue bot. He groans, looking down to the little guy, “You mad there ain't no fights, too?”

[scaredybot]

When Grimlock sits down right next to him Mayday can't help but squeak. This fellow is... this fellow is rather large! His optics only widen further when Grimlock speaks to him.

"W-wh-wha-what? No! Why would I- Why would there be-! Are there going to be fights here?!"

Because if there are going to be fights, he is so leaving, he is totally not made for fights, not at all.

[imatruck]

And this little bot's rather...scared. Almost Fixit-level scared. What's the deal with this mech?

“There will be if I can help it!”

Ok so this guy obviously won't throw a punch, “Wanna help me keep score?”

[scaredybot]

"What?" Mayday responds, voice reaching an impressively high pitch. "No! Fights are bad! People get hurt in fights! People die in fights!"

His fingers tap restlessly against his clear face shield.

[imatruck]

“...not if they're fun fights.” how can you deny such logic, Mayday?

“What, you'll be ok! Just don't you know...trip over anything.”

[scaredybot]

"There's no such thing as a fun fight!" Mayday practically squeals, spilling splashes of his punch as he flails his arms wildly in emphasis.

"They're all terrifying!"

[imatruck]

Grimlock flinches at Mayday's squeal, rolling his eyes as more punch gets on him.

“What don't you find scary?

[scaredybot]

"I-" Oh no, Grimlock is on to him! He clutches his drink close defensively. "L-l-lot's of things!"

Ask him to name one if you want to see him metaphorically sweat.

[imatruck]

“...that's good to know, I guess. Just as long as you ain't gonna explode.”

Grimlock just stares at the bot cause wow what a weirdo.

[scaredybot]

"I'm not going to- what- who explodes?" Sorry Grimlock, he's in a mood now and exploding people is downright horrifying.

[imatruck]

“...no one, I think.” you're kind of scaring him, little bot.

[scaredybot]

"Then why would you-!"

Mayday's mouth snaps shut with a click. Oh no. It's that look. The 'wow Mayday calm down you're freaking out look'. The 'what is wrong with you Mayday' look. The 'are you actually a functional cog in the Autobot machine' look.

"I'm not- there's nothing- I'm fine!" he squeaks, stating intently at his drink. Oh no, it's empty, he can't distract himself with it.

"I need more punch!" Time to stand up and try not to trip over his own feet.