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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[planate]

"Well," he says, "I did ask you out on a date. Then we came to prom together."

It was all a ruse, he actually whispered 'no homo' before all this.

[scaredybot]

"I-I know that! But- but-" He gives Pipes big sparkly puppy eyes, twiddling his fingers nervously. "Are we dating?"

Say the thing, Pipes. Say it for certain!

[planate]

He nods happily.

"Yes."

[scaredybot]

There is a shrill noise in the air, not unlike a dog whistle or a boiling kettle. It's coming from Mayday.

He's at an overly excited loss of words but that doesn't stop him from throwing himself at Pipes and wrapping his arms around him.

[planate]

Pipes was not prepared for a such a forceful hug and stumbles backwards slightly, but manages to grab Mayday back and not fall over.

He bomps his faceplate against Mayday's visor again, "You're happy about that, I take it?"

[scaredybot]

Wow, he can't stop blushing! Mayday tentatively bomps Pipes back, loosening his noodle-like grip.

"Y-yeah! I've never- I, um, I've never dated anybody before "

[planate]

"Me neither."

A pause.

"I... have no idea what I'm doing. I think we're doing it right though."

[scaredybot]

Mayday gives a giggle, more giddy than nervous for once, resting his forehead against Pipes's.

"It feels pretty right."

[planate]

"I have to say the same. Shot the dark hit the target, right!"

He cups Maydays face lightly. This gay is reaching critical mass.

[scaredybot]

Mayday makes a little noise that is the vocal equivalent of his knees going weak.

Before things get sweet enough to choke everyone at the party, the moment is interrupted by the night's burgeoning cat fight.

"Um," he says, turning to stare at First Aid and Tarn.

[planate]

It catches Pipe's attention slightly later than Mayday's and he looks up, still holding Mayday's face.

"I... hm. Well."

Awkwaaaard.

[scaredybot]

Mayday looks progressively more horrified with each passing second, before he finally squeaks.

"Um, maybe we should- maybe I should- oh, hey! There sure is somewhere else I'd like to be right now!"

Run away and hide with him, Pipes. It's the only way to deal with conflict.

[planate]

"We can go back to your place if you'd like."

Not in a SEXY WAY in a 'wow let's not be around these GIANT MOTHERFUCKERS ABOUT TO CATFIGHT'

Too bad he didn't specify.

[scaredybot]

Mayday is far too nervous about impending catfights and TMI to take Pipes's suggestion as anything other than the perfect excuse to go home and hide.

Why must you be such a weenie, Mayday.

"That sounds great," he says, voice getting progressively shriller. Dropping backwards into vehicle, a very nervous treaded motorbike shakes in place. "Let's go right now."

[planate]

"I'll follow you." he says, doing the same.

Take them somewhere proper, Mayday. The burden of leadership is on your shoulders.

[scaredybot]

Ugh, don't make it sound like responsibility, Pipes! Responsibility makes him nervous.

Leading the way home, however, makes him the opposite of nervous. Every meter closer to his ship is a meter closer to safety and comfort! By the time he drives up and summons his elevator, he almost looks relaxed.

Almost.

[planate]

Well, you say that.

"Wow, home already. I was expecting to hide behind the bleachers or something."

Not that he's complaining.

[scaredybot]

"Y-you said we could go back to my place!" Mayday says, suddenly flustered. More flustered. When is he ever not a little flustered?

"It's dirty under bleachers," he mumbles.

[planate]

"So I did," he's kinda drunk, alright.

"Yeah... plus.." he leans in a bit awkwardly, "I think that's where First Aid is gonna end up. If you know what I mean."

In short, he's glad they left. Because the only thing that would make this night more awkward would be to accidentally witness the inevitable three-way.

[scaredybot]

"Um." Mayday isn't sure what Pipes is implying. Or maybe he's just in denial about what Pipes is implying and refuses to let his brain acknowledge that. Either way, it's time to awkwardly bustle them up the clunky elevator.

Mayday's place looks as starkly sterile as ever, though with added organizational shelves and what not, as well as the addition of... Several green ergonomic cubes stacked neatly around the place?

[planate]

Pipes wanders around the place, vaguely remembering it. He's not entirely walking in a straight line but whatever.

He pokes at the cubes.

"What?"

[scaredybot]

"Hm?" Mayday glances over at Pipes from where he's automatically started wiping the edge of a shelf - he cleans when he's feeling awkward, okay? "Oh! Um. Those are just- uh."

The poked cube suddenly unfolds into the familiar form of an oddly pixelated deer.

"Er." Mayday is glad be doesn't have glands. Otherwise he'd be sweating.

[planate]

"Is that a deer."

[scaredybot]

"No. I mean, yes-" It's kind of hard to deny when the deer is staring straight at Pipes. Mayday bustles over and starts gently coaxing it back into cube form. "-I mean... S-so what if it is?!"

[planate]

He continues staring at them.

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"When did we get deers?"