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

[phase6kindofbot]

"Most deaths aren't."

There's a beat.

And then Sixshot realizes he wasn't exactly being helpful talking about things this way, which leads to him awkwardly rebooting his vocalizer with a cough of static.

"... You've got a chance here, though."

[gimmicky]

It's strange when a Phase Sixer is the one giving you a pep talk. And to his credit, it does help a little. Still that sinking feeling of wondering how you screwed up. How you won't have a chance at getting your life back in order.

But it was something.

"Yeah, if anyone ever noticed me beyond these."

A gesture to his palm, where the forcefield generator is.

[phase6kindofbot]

"I run on self-regenerating dark matter fission cells and the exotic matter used for my armor was harvested from the core of a black hole." That was actually getting really old to keep repeating.

"I've also had a long established history of destroying planets and killing an ungodly amount of people." You know, in case anyone forgot about that. "However, despite my reputation, First Aid... accepted my clumsy attempts at trying to socialize."

"And if he's accepted that, then I don't doubt that he sees you beyond what you were born with either. The rest of your group, I do not know, but First Aid, I am sure of."