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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[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?"

[scaredybot]

"W-we?" Mayday squeaks. That kind of implies things that make him blush and stutter more than usual and wow it sure is time for some extreme finger twiddling!

"I, um. I maybe have been kind of... taking them home and, uh, cleaning them up. And feeding them. And, um. Organizing them."

Finger twiddling intensifies. "They like it okay!"

Don't judge him, deer enjoy being stacked.

[planate]

Pipes is totally shithoused now the punch has had a chance to settle, he's not even pointing at the deers anymore. More... at the wall. Why is there like five of them.

"That's cute. They're cute. You're cute."

His visor is squinted so much it's practically a small red line. He may be close to passing out.

[scaredybot]

"O-oh, uh, you-!" Mayday tries to duck his head to hide a bashful grin as he makes embarrassed squeaky noises. "Y-you're cute!"

Take that! Epic comeback.

He takes a break from his flustering to stare at Pipes, reaching out to gingerly touch his shoulder. "Um... are you okay? You look a little... uh."

[planate]

He leans into it. Mostly because he is Rekt.

"'M okay. I need to sit down but okay. I think."

[scaredybot]

Mayday bites his lip, glancing around the ship. He doesn't really have a lot of places for people sit. His workstation stool doesn't exactly provide much support for the wobbly, and he's not about to build a chair out of the deer.

"Here..." Tugging at Pipes's hand, he tries to lead him to the back room so he can settle him down on the recharge slab.

[planate]

"Yesss...take the prom monarch to his chambers."

Pipes what are you talking about. He manages to get there without puking or passing out, though. WINNER.

[scaredybot]

"It's not your chamber!" Mayday says with a squeak of laughter. Before playfully shoving Pipes at the bed.

[planate]

This is where he trips over his own feet, after being shoved at the bed - gentle though it may have been.

He's not hurt at all, he just flops onto the side, grabbing it then pounding his fist on the flat surface.

"I claim it!"

[scaredybot]

Mayday is a little worried when Pipes topples, but he doesn't seem any worse for wear.

Giving a squawk of disapproval, he says, "You can't claim it, it's my slab!"

Don't mind that he's grinning. He super disapproves. Really.

[planate]

Hauling himself up, he rolls onto it.

"Too late."

[scaredybot]

"Wh-what?! Rude!"

Mayday huffs dramatically for a while, then sits down on the edge of the bed.

"I should just roll you right back off."

[planate]

"Sacrilege! Blaspheme! Treasonous claim!"

He yells, waving his hands though still lying on his back.

[scaredybot]

"You're ridiculous," Mayday says, staring down at Pipes with a rather adoring smile.