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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[auramatic]

As one of the members of the Prom Committee, Drift is of course in attendance. He is in charge of confetti.

Although he'll spend a considerable portion of the evening making out with Rodimus in some dark corner, Drift is otherwise hanging around, enjoying the drinks and watching everyone have a good time. There's a good vibe in the air tonight, and it's coming from the heart of the party. This is what Cybertron wants, isn't it? Somehow, Drift gets that sense, and it makes him buoyant. He might even dance a little, although he's mostly hanging back serenely.

[loyaute]

"You're the ex-con."

Arcee isn't here to enjoy the party - she's here as an observer, watching everyone and attempting to understand who's here, who's new, and who's gone missing. Drift is-- Arcee isn't sure. She and him haven't met, haven't interacted. But she knows who he is just as much as she knows every Autobot knows who she is.

Conversation isn't what she's good at - things are difficult and it's a skill she hasn't perfected. Which is why she's perched on a crumbling wall behind him when she talks, swords sheathed on her back.

[auramatic]

Drift is a lot better at conversation than Arcee is, but given the way other Autobots have historically treated him, his bar for courtesy is pretty low. He's aware of who and what he is, how heavily his past wrongs outweigh the rights he's trying to do now. That doesn't mean he has to be curt right back, though, particularly when talking to a warrior of Arcee's caliber. Drift knows her only by reputation, but its reputation enough.

He turns when she speaks, optics lighting up in only faint surprise. Something tugs at the corners of his mouth -- disappointment, shame, maybe just plain displeasure -- but that's all there is before his face turns surprisingly neutral.

"Drift," he offers, a little pointedly. Evidently his ongoing efforts to define himself as anything but an ex-Con haven't really yielded much yet. He gives her a discreet once over he's sure she nonetheless feels, noting the swords on her back and the way she moves -- or doesn't. "Arcee, am I right?"

[loyaute]

For a moment it doesn't appear as if Arcee is going to do anything other than stare at him - optics narrow and calculating. If he's going to be a threat then he's at least armed for it in a way that's similar to her. She's not certain if 'like' is a word she'd use in this particular moment, but it's not a bad thing. She shuffles it away to think about later.

He's not the only one carrying around their pasts with them, even though her's is different. Settled now, maybe. "Yes," she says, and then touches a finger to her badge, before dropping her hand again.

[auramatic]

"Ah," Drift says, optics bright. The word hangs there as he waits for a followup comment from Arcee -- it's coming, any minute now --

The silence drags on uncomfortably. Drift's remark of small agreement hangs in the air, holding on for dear life like someone on the last rep of their regimen on the pull-up bar. Nope, still nothing from Arcee. Drift is determined not to let this conversation die, though. Small talk? Small talk.

"So," Drift follows it up himself, rocking his weight back onto his heels just slightly, "I...see you've got a sword there."

[loyaute]

Oh. Swords. Arcee's taken aback by the sudden switch in conversation, eyes flickering to the hilts of the blades before looking back at him.

"Two," she corrects. A pause and then: "Do you have a third hand?"

[auramatic]

Getting more than a single-word response from Arcee? Success.

"Huh? Oh, uh -- " Drift reaches back to close his hand around the hilt of the Great Sword, but he thinks the better of drawing it unannounced. No telling where that could lead. That's probably the best decision he's made all day. "I don't use all of them at once. No, this one is..." Special? Important? Neither of those words seems adequate. "It used to belong to someone very close to me."