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]

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.