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

this is gonna be awful

[staygoldponybot]

Yeah, high end and classy.

It took some doing and lots of persistent refills, but towards the end of the night Sentinel finally managed to get something close to shithoused - enough that he might not actually remember most of tonight! That's a big plus!

Anyway, he's staring down at his glass as if trying to will it to refill itself and in the process of leaving. A bad combination, considering his size. Smart move, buddy. Hopefully it doesn't hurt too much when he walks right into Impactor.

[lethalimpact]

Thankfully, Impactor's just as sturdy, and doesn't completely fall, but more get nudged back slightly. A part of him wants to start a fight--he'd had only a couple drinks, but it was enough to get him to fix some manners on some bots.

Only it was Sentinel.

"You're the last person I expected to see here."

You know, other than himself.

[staygoldponybot]

He looks down at Impactor, squints. Like he's not entirely sure what exactly he's looking at. Truth be told, he thought he'd just caught his foot on a low wall or something. For a split second, he thinks he's looking into a small mirror. That crest, you see. He's not all there right now.

The pause is getting awkward. "Am I?"