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

[gimmicky]

He recognizes that voice--anyone on the Autobot team recognized that voice. Optimus Prime's bodyguard himself, Ironhide. He had to admit, it was a little surprising seeing him up and alive again, after everything that happened on Earth. But...

He'd seen him on Cybertron when Shockwave tried to take over. There was no mistaking that Ironhide was alive. "Ironhide?"

He swirls his drink a minute, before looking out at the dance floor. "I'm never usually sober at these things. It's hard to know what to do."

[arnhaid]

"Er... yeah." His genial expression turns a bit uneasy. Though he holds out a hand in what's meant to be a reassuring sort of gesture. "If we met before, I'm sorry. I don't... there's a memory problem. I'm runnin' into a lot of bots I should know lately."

Though he hopes it's not the case. The poor kid looks dismayed enough without him adding his amnesia problems to the pile.

He does shuffle in beside him, though, arms folded over his chest. "Hey, at least you don't usually get shot at these things," he says. "You got one up on me there."

[gimmicky]

"Trailcutter," He'd heard about Ironhide's memory loss, and it didn't bother him to remind the old bot. He'd spent awhile correcting people on the name change too, and even Rodimus didn't get it right half the time. At least he takes it well, not really disappointed.

"Can't bet with you there, I'm usually too drunk to realize it if I get shot at these things."

A little attempt at humor, at the very least.

[arnhaid]

"Nice name."

He means it, too. Offering up a small smile with the words. He even holds out a hand to shake. Even what Trailcutter says just earns a puzzled sort of blink from the big bot.

"That don't sound like a good thing, kid."

[gimmicky]

"Thanks. Picked it myself."

Whirl kind of helped. But he won't say that if you don't ask. He matches the small smile, out of polite obligation, a hand offered out just as soon as Ironhide's is outstretched.

"Story of my life, actually. A bunch of bad decisions. Even worse consquences."

[arnhaid]

"Good choice. Makes you sound all... tough and scrap."

He nudges the kid in the shoulder with an elbow, still smirking. Trailbreaker gets a firm handshake, but not hard enough to try and dent his hand. Poor guy looks like he has problems enough without it, even if Ironhide were the type to try.

"Can't be that bad. You don't seem like you're a bad kid."

[gimmicky]

"You think so? It was Trailbreaker, but Whirl said it sounded too stupid. Breaking and being fragile. Things like that."

The shoulder nudge gets a little motion out of him, a small smile forming on the edge of his lips as he looks up. "That's a compliment coming from you, though."

But booooy is this kid a load of baggage.

"You remember what outliers are, right?"

[arnhaid]

"Nah, it sounds like you're breakin' stuff. Sounds like you can deal some damage." He pauses, then offers: "Cutter does it too, just different ways."

Whew. That was smooth. Saved it.

"I'm just a bodyguard, kid, don't put too much stock in me." Because that was all kinds of embarrassing. For a lot of reasons. He didn't think he was anything special -- and he didn't need to be.

"Rings a couple bells, yeah."