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ROOOOOBOT PROOOOM
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.
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.
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.
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Slipstream was late to the party, having not been informed about the party, but she's grinning pretty widely as she strolls in (towering over a good chunk of the other promgoers), and her wings are adorned with makeshift and rather ugly bumper stickers over her Decepticon insignias.
They read "Honk If You Hate Starscream", though, and she considers that beautiful enough to be worth putting on her wings.
She heads straight for the punch, downs a couple glasses (it's not oil, dammit, but it sets a pleasant running through her sensors), and proceeds to hassle people from the outskirts, jeering and mocking people for their dancing, their faces, and for getting offended by her hassling.
But if anyone reads her wings and honks for her, they'll be treated to a great big grin and thumbs up, and she might well strike up a conversation on the topic of How Terrible Starscream Is.
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It was nice to see someone share that sentiment.
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"Hey there!" she chirps, and reverses her path to get right on in for conversation. "I didn't think you were the social type, oh Phase Sixer." (She has no idea what his name is, since they never exchanged them.) "Nice to see you around, though!"
Apparently Slipstream is the social type, at least for tonight.
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"Nice to see you around too."
He thinks.
The Sixer doesn't actually know, but that seemed like the appropriate and polite response.
"What brought you here?"
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Slipstream is maybe a little drunk already, as indicated by her laughing to herself about how awful Starscream is, as well as her babbling. Possibly also how she's grinning like a loon.
"The drinks," she adds, "are pretty great. Not as good as oil-- allspark I miss oil, no one here drinks the stuff-- but it's all buzzy. Hahah! Do you want some of mine?"
Sixshot is presented with her cup, her beaming face, and the option to get totally overcharged.
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Sixshot puffs and stretches his claws out, adding, "Which isn't to say anyone particularly enjoyed his presence."
At the proffered cup, he looks up at it, then up at her with the vague bemusement of someone used to having delicious treats they couldn't have dangled in front of them.
"I run on fission cells."