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

[imatruck]

Grimlock didn't have the greatest powers of observation, not by a long shot. And after drinking just two cups of the spiked punch? It dulled his senses even less, even though he hadn't reached the horizon of 'unable to make good decisions'. But with Grimlock such a horizon was a small tipping point.

And thus with such a tipsy sensory system so hard it work, it can be perfectly easy to amble round aimlessly with little self-awareness. So much self-awareness that he doesn't notice anything until he feels something connect with his foot.

“Huh? Who's there?” Grimlock looked around at eye level, oblivious to anything going on around him beyond that level, “...guess that must be one of them Cyber Wolves...”

[phase6kindofbot]

Aaaand that was the second time someone's kicked Sixshot. He grunts in vague displeasure, broad, white wings twitching unhappily.

"This is the anti-party corner," he grumbles from the floor, not bothering to look up. "No drunk people allowed."

[imatruck]

Oh wait, there's a voice attached to this thing. Grimlock frowns down at what looks like a cute little dogbot. But the cute gets outweighed by the jerkitude this bot's projecting.

“What are you, the party police? You ain't Strongarm! I bet you have some stupid name too like...Fistchin. Hehe, yeah. Fistchin.”

[phase6kindofbot]

Look, Grimlock, the small dog was still about waist height to you even curled up on the floor. Was this really the fellow you want to go pick a fight with?

"Fistchin's not the worst name."

... Or not.

The cute little dogbot seems to have the patience of a depressed saint, fortunately.