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

[lifepersists]

Sensible mechs would move out of Impactor's way, but First Aid instead made a beeline for the miner to immediately attach himself to him arm like a remora. The medic makes sure to thoroughly wrap his hands around the arm in a vice grip before he lifts his head to actually address him.

"You look lonely. Want some company?"

[lethalimpact]

"Not really-" he's about to finish that, feeling First Aid hook onto his arm like a leech. While he didn't necessarily mind the medic, he was harmless enough, Impactor had been caught in a grumpy mood wandering around like a shark in a pack of minnows.

"Fine. I guess it's alright."

Small talk. Megatron had mentioned small talk.

"Nice place for...outside. Breezy."

You're so good at this.