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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[rodders]

That catches his notice, and his hand falls away for a moment - expression shifting into something more concerned. He can't name it, but he sure as hell didn't miss it.

"Magnus?"

[smallandincharge]

Magnus's shoulders slump, all of her fight abruptly gone. She shakes her head, still not meeting Rodimus' gaze. "You don't understand," she says, voice flat and tired. "Ultra Magnus does not... dance."

[rodders]

He frowns for a second, confusion crossing over his face before it settles. "You're Ultra Magnus, aren't you? So anything you do is what Ultra Magnus does."

The logic is sound by his reckoning, and it doesn't matter if she's Ultra Magnus or Minimus Ambus, she just is.

[smallandincharge]

"Like I said. You don't understand." Magnus continues to stare at a fixed point in the middle distance. "I may be Ultra Magnus, but Ultra Magnus is something... well, bigger than I am. Ultra Magnus is a symbol, Ultra Magnus is a legacy, Ultra Magnus is stability personified. It is not my place to change that."

[rodders]

Things are simple for Rodimus. Uncomplicated and simple - it's partly how he does what he does. Not understanding something isn't a roadblock for him, and it certainly won't stop him.

"Just one dance won't change that, Magnus. Smiling didn't stop anyone from thinking of you as you always are, and trust me - dancing is way less questionable. You can even frown all the way through it."

He's helping you because he cares about you, Magnus. Really, he does.

god has it really been three weeks? feel free to just, not want to pick this up,,,

[smallandincharge]

"Oh, but they do, Rodimus. They see everything." Her fist clenches involuntarily. "Every crack is observed and circulated and recorded, and they know, and... everything changes." She shakes her head slowly. "Everything changes."

SHH NO

[rodders]

"Magnus," he says, one of his hands coming to grab her hand - not to pull her onto the dance floor. Instead he just holds it in both of his, frowning down at them. "Change isn't so bad, you know. And it'll do you some good to learn how to bend 'cause if not, you're just going to break." His expression becomes more serious as he looks back up into her face, optics dim.

"You're part of my crew, too, and I'm not going to let that happen to you. Any of it. Breaking, being observed, whatever."

[smallandincharge]

Magnus turns her head to look down at her fist, resting on her knee, and held gently in both of Rodimus' hands. She watches it for a moment, lost in thought, as her fist slowly unclenches, its tension released. Finally, she looks back up, meeting Rodimus' gaze.
"Promise?"