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

[auramatic]

"Ah," Drift says, optics bright. The word hangs there as he waits for a followup comment from Arcee -- it's coming, any minute now --

The silence drags on uncomfortably. Drift's remark of small agreement hangs in the air, holding on for dear life like someone on the last rep of their regimen on the pull-up bar. Nope, still nothing from Arcee. Drift is determined not to let this conversation die, though. Small talk? Small talk.

"So," Drift follows it up himself, rocking his weight back onto his heels just slightly, "I...see you've got a sword there."

[loyaute]

Oh. Swords. Arcee's taken aback by the sudden switch in conversation, eyes flickering to the hilts of the blades before looking back at him.

"Two," she corrects. A pause and then: "Do you have a third hand?"

[auramatic]

Getting more than a single-word response from Arcee? Success.

"Huh? Oh, uh -- " Drift reaches back to close his hand around the hilt of the Great Sword, but he thinks the better of drawing it unannounced. No telling where that could lead. That's probably the best decision he's made all day. "I don't use all of them at once. No, this one is..." Special? Important? Neither of those words seems adequate. "It used to belong to someone very close to me."