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.

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OTA

[sparkwhisperer]

If it was a bad idea to enter Maccadam’s, despite its garish and poorly written sign, then who can really say what Tarn was thinking when he arrived at the party. the Autobot’s party, to be precise. Uninvited. With Pharma (probably the person the Autobots hated second only to Tarn and perhaps the fabled 'Megatron with the pointy teeth') in tow; lured with the promise of free energon.

Really, one can only stand Spinister’s home distilled energon for so long.

As he enters the forum, Tarn spots Sixshot laying in the corner. He gives the Phase Sixer a slight nod in acknowledgement, before making a beeline for the punch bowl.

Like hell he’s going to let anyone get in the way of him and (what he thinks is) proper sustenance.

[phase6kindofbot]

Oooooohhh Primus, Tarn was here too.

Sixshot returns the nod of acknowledgement and then very, very quietly, makes the tiniest unhappy wolf whine to himself.

He is very, very sad about not being able to drink right about now.

[sparkwhisperer]

After retrieving a cup of punch, Tarn makes his way over to the darkened corner of the forum that Sixshot seems to have melted into. Leaning against a building, Tarn takes a sip of his punch, casting a sidelong glance at the six changer.

"You haven't been by the base in some time. What has been keeping you so busy?”

[phase6kindofbot]

Sixshot watches Tarn approach, taking the time to draw himself up and gather his composure back together. Honestly, why was he even nervous about this? Tarn was a friend still. Just... not one that Sixshot has talked to that recently, but then the Phase Sixer was never the best at maintaining relations too well.

He will do better.

"The young Megatron put me to task finding the Autobot medics," Sixshot answers, raising his head to look at Tarn. "They fell into a hole not too far from here for about a week. I've also recently befriended one of said medics- and a very young super soldier who seems to have been made in an Institute."

'Befriending' might be too strong a word for the latter, actually.

"As for my lack of visiting, well, last time I was in the base, I only saw Spinister." He also isn't pointing out how he can smell traces of Pharma on Tarn's armor.

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn listens quietly as he sips at his drink.

"So you have been busy." He doesn't comment on his new Autobot medic friend. Yet.

"Spinister didn't mention seeing you. Perhaps he's still angry over the shower wall."

[phase6kindofbot]

"He just tossed a bucket of cleanser and a list of stuff he wanted at me before disappearing. I don't think we're on speaking terms anymore." Cue awkward shrug.

"He still talks with you?"

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn makes a quiet neutral noise into his cup.

"Only when necessary. We still live together so it would be difficult for him to cut ties with me entirely." He sighs, deciding to leave out the whole bit where he had tried to manipulate the heli into believing that the Autobots were evil and wanted nothing to do with peace.

He settles on, "It's complicated."

[phase6kindofbot]

"I can imagine." He doesn't even live with Spinister and it was already complicated.

"He's the only Decepticon doctor, and I try to be on good terms with him, but, well." Sixshot shakes his head quietly. "We need him more than he needs us, it seems."

[sparkwhisperer]

"Mm yes it does seem that way, doesn't it?" Tarn's armor creaks as he slowly eases himself down the wall to sit next to Sixshot.

"I suppose that I should notify you that I've had a very fascinating conversation with a certain Autobot medic that seems to want me dead." He takes another healthy swig of his engex, "Your new friend is very insistent that we don't associate anymore. He seems to be under the impression that I am a 'bad influence'."

[phase6kindofbot]

That makes Sixshot pause, the anxiousness from before suddenly resettling itself under his tank.

"First Aid?" He'd wanted Tarn dead- which meant the 'fascinating conversation' wouldn't have been a particularly friendly one.

"I- Please don't tell me you've offed him."

[sparkwhisperer]

"No...Megatron has but me on strict no kill orders.” Tarn waves off Sixshot’s concern, smirking at the very idea of it.

"He's still flouncing about somewhere. Probably making drunken fool of himself on another poor sap. First Aid will live to see another day.”

Tarn glances over at the Phase Sixer, taking a moment to admire the gleam of dim light on his plating. He rests a hand gently on one of his giant paws. “Regardless of what he had to say, I have missed seeing you around."

[lifepersists]

What's that high pitched noise?

That would be coming from First Aid as soon as he spots Tarn. He's had enough drinks in him he doesn't notice him right away, but when he does he just makes a shrill sound of rage, his fist tightening around his current (4th? 5th?) glass of engex until it shatters.

"Don't you dare!" he yells as he stomps his way through the crowd towards the leader of the DJD with little consideration he's making a beeline towards a mass murdering fanatic.

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn glances over his shoulder at the sound of angry yelling and stomping, staring down at the tiny enraged medic pushing through the crowd.

“Oh. You again. It appears as if I was fortunate enough that you broke your glass before you had a chance to throw it on me this time.” He sighs, fixing himself a some punch. “And what has caught your ire today?"

[lifepersists]

Just to make up for that comment, First Aid flicks his wet hand in Tarn's direction when he reaches him, splattering some glow in the dark engex on his plating.

"Nobody invited you," he hisses, his venting smelling of overcharge. His plating rattle in agitation and he reaches for Tarn's wrist to stop him from the punch.

"And keep your eyes off him."

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn looks down at the drops of engex as they splatter on his treads. The medic reeks of stale engex and bad decisions as he wraps his tiny fist wraps around Tarn's arm.

"Keep my eyes off of who exactly?"

He rips his arm out of the Autobot's weak grip, lifting the glass up to his mask.

[lifepersists]

First Aid's fingers sting as Tarn yanks his arm away, but he's drunk enough that the sting lasts only as long as he remembers it. It doesn't deter him much anyway; he's still radiating anger just looking at him.

And the nerve of him, bringing Pharma. Seeing Pharma always made First Aid's tank turn. And pretending he didn't know who he was talking about.

"Sixshot. He's come such a long way. He doesn't need your influence."

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn narrows his optics. “I’m sorry, he doesn’t need my influence? He’s a Phase Sixer, not a child. You would do best to remember that Autobot.”

Taking a long sip of his engex, he goes to push past First Aid and make his way over to Sixshot.

"Besides its not for you to decide who he is allowed to associate with."

[lifepersists]

"I know what he is. That's why I worry about him," First Aid snaps.

The fact that Tarn was ignoring him pointedly infuriates him. Engex and anger made a terrible combination for First Aid. As the leader of the DJD pushes past him his field prickles like a thousand knives. He spins on heel after him, throws his arms open, then wraps his arms around Tarn's waist so he has to drag him.

"Stay away from him!"

[sparkwhisperer]

If it wasn’t apparent by the smell, it is perfectly clear now that First Aid is wasted. Tarn pauses, chuckling at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. What is he even trying to accomplish here? If he intends to drag him away he is defiantly missing the mark.

After a brief pause Tarn presses forward, dragging First Aid along with him.

“Your concern for him is touching. Really, it is. But i assure you that he has already made his decision of associate with me very clear."

[lifepersists]

First Aid had no delusions of being able to drag Tarn away; he was attempting to be as annoying as possible. The mech's words hurt though, and it only really makes the medic double his efforts to drag his feet.

"I asked him to kill you, you know. I want you dead."

He spits out the words before he can even consider if it was a wise move or not. His spark hurts, feeling betrayed more than anything even if he knew it. His fingers dig into Tarn's pelvic girdle like hooks, attaching himself firmly and dropping his weight like a sack of bricks.

"You're horrible!"

[pharma]

Pharma didn't want to come here with Tarn. God knows there are plenty of others things he would have done rather than be his 'date' - like getting caught in a car crusher, for example. But... Tarn did give him a place to stay that wasn't on the streets, and this place did have relatively better energon than the slag Spinister was cooking up. Pharma looks quite better than he did before; there's still quite a few dents and scratches that catch the light in the wrong way, but his armor is just as shiny as

And speaking of energon... he starts towards it at the exact same time Tarn does.

He scoffs quietly, stopping in his tracks and crossing his arms, staring after him. He really doesn't want to have to associate with Tarn any more than he already has. But... dammit, he's starving. So he begrudgingly follows, standing as far away as he can muster.

[sparkwhisperer]

The petulance that Pharma is feeling practically rolls off him in waves. Tarn smirks as he follows him a few paces back, silently stewing and glaring at him. What dramatics.

“One might think I blackmailed you into coming from the sour look on your face. Relax."

Fixing several glasses of punch, he holds one out for Pharma to take.

[pharma]

The way Pharma stares at the glass, you might think he was just handed a glass of crude oil instead of punch. He shakes his head, but begrudgingly takes it anyway, immediately downing a good half of it in one pull.

"Pardon me for not being ecstatic for possibly being associated with you. Again."

[sparkwhisperer]

"Yes of course." Tarn scoffs into his own up of engex, subtly rolling his eyes.

"No need to state the obvious. However, the punch is an improvement is it not? Perhaps worth the personal sleight that I seem to have committed against you in being seen in your presence." He drains his first cup easily in one go. "Shame on me."

[pharma]

"Oh, stop it. The overdramatic route doesn't suit you."

That's his thing, dammit. He takes another sip of punch, wings lowering slightly despite his original repulsion.

"Why did you bring me here? There are much easier ways to embarrass me, I'm sure."