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ROOOOOBOT PROOOOM
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.
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.
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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Yes, hello, there was, indeed, a pair of red optics peering up at Brainstorm from behind a nearby pillar.
When had he arrived? Why was he asking a complete strange super personal questions? Why did he have the entire punch bowl with him?
Mysteries never to be solved, of course.
The fellow was definitely drunk off his metal robot tits though.
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That almost makes Brainstorm drop his flask.
Honestly he wasn't expecting people to want to converse with him, except maybe his few friends. This mech was definitely not one of them. He gives him a suspicious narrowed eye look, trying to discern if he had seen him before.
"Maybe not all mechs have oral intakes," he sniffs dismissively
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"Actually, wow," the big copter mutters, leaning ever closer- or as close as the punch bowl between them let him anyways. "Those double cooling slits look kinda like the slits on mine. We're like. We're like mask siblings!"
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"What? You're not taking my face off!" Brainstorm holds up his briefcase as a barrier to hopefully deter the mech.
Decepticons. They were either extrodinarily aloof or had no concept of social and personal boundaries. Brainstorm fell somewhere in an awkward middle-- probably because he was born an Autobot.
"It's a common design. It doesnt mean anything."
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The latter was generally violently encouraged by ticked off commander sorts.
"Why would it mean anything? Mask slits for cooling's always been a thing." Still, he does pause in momentary thought before adding, "I mean, this particular style of double slits was kind of common with Decepticons because a lot of us blokes were made in the same factory in Kaon and then we took over the factory and just used a lot of the same designs because it worked and why change a good thing that wasn't broke, you know?"
After that, he just shrugs and concludes, "So it's kind of weird if you weren't cold con'd in Kaon before the war. Or a Decepticon. I guess."
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"Yeah, that's what I just said! It's common." The harm of outing himself as a double agent to a Decepticon was fairly small, but drunk mechs were unpredictable. For all he knew Spinister was one to shout. Considering Rodimus was already suspicious, he didn't particularly need to be affested at the party.
"Maybe I just liked the design. I have to look my best and all."
I have no icon for the 'Kawaiii' expression he is making here
"It matches your little briefcase and I think that's really sweet," Spin agrees, cupping a hand to his own cheek, optics sparkling with adoration.
It's kind of hilarious coming from a guy who was magenta, purple AND teal.
GOOD ENOUGH
Toughly weirded out, one of Brainstorm's optics widens a bit more to emulate raising an optic ridge. How does he respond to that? He's used to Trailcutter or Skids' drunken shenanigans. This was quite a bit different.
"Yeah, well, yellow is a superior color. It's energizing and promotes creativity."
It also happened to be his favorite color, so of course it was the best one.
"Do I know you?"
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Too late, Spin is just going to keep on trucking.
"The baby Megatron put me in charge of the clinic until Red Alert came back." A very comforting notion, of course. "Also, everyone here is so young? So many young people here."