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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[academybot]

"That's right." Optimus said, turning to the bot he definitely had not met. At this point though he had stopped being surprised when people knew his name.

"and you are?"

[rodders]

"Rodimus. Honestly, Prime didn't say you were so short." But he can work with this, he can. "Gotta say, you're already ten times more approachable than him. I think he likes it that way, though. Means people are less likely to ask him questions he doesn't want to answer."

A beat.

"And I don't think the 'guilt-torn leader' look works as well without the faceplate."

[academybot]

Optimus just stared at Rodimus for a few second because that was the first time in his entire life he had ever been called short. He glanced across the room at his double, admittedly easy to spot since he was a good third taller. He will give you this one, Rodimus.

He gestured toward Optimus with his glass, a questioning look on his face.

"'Guilt-torn leader'?"
That was definitely a descriptor he hadn't heard yet.

[rodders]

You're about average-sized amongst the giant towering assholes that comprise his universe, Baby Optimus. And the same size as Rodimus, who's pretty thrilled about this development - all things considered. It's not every day you find that the guy you look up to is now young and impressionable.

"Yeah. I mean he's great, don't get me wrong. But he does this thing where he thinks he can solve all our problems by leaving. Something about guilt."

It's awful. Please stop, Optimus.

[academybot]

Yeah, yeah, don't get too excited Rodimus.

"You mean like that message he broadcast on the network about stepping down when Megatron called in the Decepticons?" He was wondering why Optimus had thought that was going to accomplish anything, though he didn't know enough about the situation to really judge.

[rodders]

"Yeah, exactly like that. Don't worry, I tried to talk some sense into him. Ratchet probably had better luck - they're old friends."

Or at least he hoped Ratchet tried. He tried, but it didn't seem to go anywhere. Which is fine, he's fine with that. But he really does wish Optimus would knock it off once in a while.

"Anyway. Rodimus, captain," and there's a pause as if he's listening for someone to object. When nothing comes, he shrugs and continues on like nothing ever happened. "Of the Lost Light."

[academybot]

"I imagine if anyone could convince him it would be Ratchet." He sounded pretty confident about that.

Optimus offered a handshake following Rodimus' introduction. He didn't think much of the pause, not realizing the significance.

"Well, Optimus Prime, captain of the Orion. Or, I was, anyway." Can you still claim captaincy when your ship is transwarping around space randomly without you?

[rodders]

"It's a pleasure." He actually means that. Be suspicious. "Always good to have another captain around."

"Optimus might have said one or two things about you. All good, of course."

He also told him to stay away. Which he is not doing. Not in the slightest.

[academybot]

"Afraid I can't say the same for you. Our last conversation didn't get much farther than figuring out the alternate universe situation." Translation, he was not warned about Rodimus. He does not know what he is getting himself into by befriending this particular cybertronian.

"You sound like you know him pretty well. Personally, I mean, not just as a commander."

[rodders]

Prime didn't say anything about him? Instead of being slightly insulted by it, Rodimus just sees this as an opportunity. "Well tell him hello from me if you see him before I do. That'll get him talking."

To that he shrugs. "He's the one that recruited me to the Autobots way at the beginning. And, uh, gave me my name and all that."

Rodimus just assumes he's on casual friendships with most people he runs into. It's a problem.