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

[milkruns]

Move over, Cyclonus, there's a tiny human joining you at the wall. It's obvious he's not here to participate -- yeah, he seems like the lonely watchdog type. All the more reason to crack that shell, right? June's feeling chatty.

"So. You don't dance, I take it."

[tsunclonus]

Cyclonus peers down in surprise as a human settles next to him. While there are some physical similarities, he recognizes that she's not Miranda. It can be hard to tell humans apart, honestly.

"I do not," he answers, somewhat bemused by the question.

[milkruns]

June just lets out a quiet, slightly amused hm, obviously not intimidated by his size. She climbs up onto a low piece of the wall she can reach, if only just to get a little leverage.

"So why'd you come, then? Doesn't really seem like your scene, if you don't mind me saying."

[tsunclonus]

Cyclonus is silent for a long moment, staring out impassively over the party. He doesn't want to talk about Tailgate, and how if his friend were here he'd have insisted. So instead he answers, "Somebody has to look after them."

[milkruns]

June laughs quietly into her cup -- in sympathy, though, no trace of derision in it. "Tell me about it," she comments. She likes the cut of your robot jib, Cyclonus. That sense of responsibility seems terrifyingly absent in an awful lot of them. "I'm June, by the way. I don't think we've met. I'm a friend of Optimus'."

Technically she's a friend of quite a few Autobots, but a little name dropping never hurt anybody, either.

[tsunclonus]

Don't be fooled into thinking he's too sensible, June. He's known to mutilate himself instead of talking about his feelings.

"We have not," Cyclonus confirms. He's not really a friend of Optimus, but he does know the guy. Pretty respectable. "I am Cyclonus."

He's not a friend of many people at all. Mostly incredibly persistent minibots.

[milkruns]

Hm. Clearly Cyclonus is a mech of few words. Not all that warm and friendly, either. That's never really stopped June though.

"Well, I'm pleased to meet you, Cyclonus." June gives him a little grin and takes another sip of Miranda's space vodka. It doesn't have the most refined taste, but she'll take it. She can't help but notice that he doesn't have a badge, but somehow it seems rude to just ask him. So June just falls back on the old small talk standbys.

"So...what do you do, Cyclonus?"

[tsunclonus]

Sorry, June. He's the strong silent type.

He gives June a nod of acknowledgment, perhaps implying that he is also pleased to meet her, but possibly not. Because making your feelings about something clear is far too sensible. He doesn't particularly mind June's presence though, as much as he favours silently brooding in corners.

"I am a warrior," he answers.

[milkruns]

"You and everyone else on Cybertron," June mutters into her cup, barely audibly. Still, she's nothing but friendly, quirking an eyebrow up at him. "Isn't the war over where you're from? Ever think about a career change?"

[tsunclonus]

Cyclonus levels a flat - well, flatter look than usual - at June.

"War is never over," he states. "It pauses, for a time there may be peace, but where there is life there will always be conflict, and where there is conflict there will be warriors."

He's silent for a moment, then adds with a frown, "Though most wars are not so long-lasting nor devastating as the once I expect you speak of. That I was not a part of."