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.

Comments

[sparkwhisperer]

The touch of a hand on his plating rouses Tarn's attention. The voice and speech pattern was unfamiliar but he certainly hadn't expected an organic.

Under more typical circumstances, he would have made an attempt to seem threatening, maybe even made steps to cause her harm. But, the damage is already done to his image as he sits curled in on himself, weak and blindingly drunk.

"Urghh- leave me alone." He lurches away, trying to put distance between them. "I don't need help, I can handle myself."

[system_dp]

When he lurches away from her, she doesn't make any kind of move after him. Not out of any realization that touching him would end badly, but because she's not all that good at this kind of thing.

"It does not appear that you are capable of handling yourself," is her reply, as she just stares at Tarn. "Nor does this Unit think you should be alone."

She is also not going to point out that, after hearing something other than horrible retching, she heard him shouting about cock earlier in the evening. That bit of information is not in helping making Tarn seem capable of doing anything by himself right now.

[sparkwhisperer]

"Don’t tell me what I need!” Tarn slurs, batting blindly in Miria’s direction. He tries to stand and walk away, but finds that when the room is spinning this quickly, it is difficult to stay upright. He falls back to his knees with a dull 'clang' and leans against the bleachers, having only made it to a partially upright position.

“It’s none of your business, organic. You’re fortunate that I am somewhat infirmed at the moment.”

His voice lowers to that deadly spark snuffing timber that is so handy in deterring most mechs. He doesn’t consider that it may not have the desired effect on organics (or organic made machinery).

“Now, Leave. me. alone."

[system_dp]

As soon as Tarn bats in Miria's direction she sort of jumps back, taking on a defensive stance just in case he does actually try to start a fight. But then there is the falling to the knees and she doesn't consider him much of a threat.

That and Tarn completely gets what she is wrong, the smallest of frowns crosses her face. More so when the Decepticon does whatever it is with his voice.

"This Unit is not organic," she simply corrects him, before once again moving closer. While trying to not look threatening.

"Also it appears that your vocal synthesizer is malfunctioning?"

Yep, Miria thinks Tarn's fancy spark killing voice is a glitch.

[sparkwhisperer]

Tarn's face twists into the most affronted expression behind his mask.

"It is not malfuctioning!" He snaps defensively.

This is the worst. This is the legitimate worst. He rests his face in his hands as he curls more tightly in on himself as she begins approaching him again.

He can't actually fight her in this state, but, he can continue to kick at her with one of his massive feet.

He may be drunk but he at least is coherent enough to realize that this is mortifying.

[system_dp]

Oh Tarn, kicking at her is a bad idea. As Miria's instinctive reaction is to level one of her cannons at the offending foot, she's had a bad run in with robots and their big stompy feet since she's gotten here.

She's not going to shoot him, that would not help the situation one bit, but she is most certainly giving Tarn what could pass for a dirty look.

"This Unit would suggest you do not try to attack it." She's not gonna lower her weapon, but her tone isn't actually threatening as she's stopped approaching him once again. In fact she's moving to sort of.

Sit by the bleachers in a way to make sure no one at the party could say, wander by without running into her.

"But if the Cybertronian wishes to be alone, then this Unit will make sure no others can bother him."

[sparkwhisperer]

"Don't patronize me! I'll do as I please."

The snap was accompanied by another forceful kick that causes Tarn to lose his balance and fall backwards onto his back with a 'clang'.

He flounders, trying to roll onto his side to push himself up. After a few moments he manages to get into a sitting position, glaring at Miria.

"Fine. You can sit over there. Just don't talk to me." He huffs, leaning back against the bleachers.