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

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn barely even hears First Aid over his own spinning fans. He does make a sort of weird, angry gurgling sound as he tamps down another wave of nausea. But, he doesn’t try to swing or kick at the medic


Instead, Tarn just hangs limply in Sixshot’s jaws, trying not to move and agitate the spinning in his processor. Vomit drips steadily from the bottom of his mask onto his chest plate.

[phase6kindofbot]

"Uh, well," Sixshot rumbles unhappily. He is very, extremely done with all of this and would like to stop standing in the middle of a roomful of people who knew about his sex life in extreme detail now please.

Please?

"You should go get one of the other medics to look you over," he says to First Aid as he starts dragging Tarn away towards a spot on the outskirts of the party.

[lifepersists]

"It's good to see you too!"

There's just something about Sixshot's behavior and the comment that makes First Aid's field flare with anger again. His fists ball up and he stuggles to his feet, stumbling from his inebriation.

"I don't need a medic. You have fun fragging your whore!"

And then his anger crashed and burned and the light started streaming from his optics. He transforms into his ambulance mode, the sirens silent, but the red lights flickering.