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

[phase6kindofbot]

"Sixshot," he offers. It was tempting to just stick to Phase Sixer though: that'd lower the amount of sixes in his life at least a little bit. Six for everything got a bit tedious after a while.

"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?"

[chickscream]

"Sixshot! That's definitely a name." Kind of obvious, but who is she to judge? "I'm Slipstream. And I thought it looked like it might be fun." Grinning wider, she raises her cup in a toast, and confirms, "It turns out, it is fun! I've never been to a party before, you know. Don't remember if Starscream went to parties before I got made, either. I'm betting he wasn't ever invited, which is a good move on everyone's part--" and she grins and jabs a thumb back over her shoulder, at one of the stickers. "Can't blame 'em a bit."

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.

[phase6kindofbot]

"Our Starscream was a ranked officer. Every major party and function in the faction was obligated to invite him." Sorry to burst your bubble there, Slipstream.

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."