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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.
OTA
This planet really couldn't get much worse. It's pretty bad. Not only are there two versions of Shockwave here, but apparently he's missed an entire war and... well. Suffice it to say the big guy isn't having a good time lately. So he'd left his sulk seat, and ventured out into the land of Being Social, in hopes of shaking off the funk he'd fallen into.
So far? No dice.
Instead of being entertained, he's more or less slunk onto the wall, arms folded over that broad chest, watching the going's on with a more or less tired look. Man... this would be a lot better if there were a bar.
Or no guilt to deal with. That'd be great.
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Okay, so, whatever alcoholic beverages were in this place? They've either been confiscated or consumed by the huge bot, and there's a pleasant buzz in all his systems. He's got still another drink in his hand, and his expression has turned from sour to jovial like that.
Now he's making rounds between people, looking for familiar faces, occasionally offering a dance or two... just generally being a lot more upbeat. Amazing what drinking to the point of forgetting your guilt can do.
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Handsome, but not so handsome that Knock Down has to punch him down a few notches, with a nice solid build. Just his type! And perhaps valuable in other ways; Knock Out is open to any possibility.
"Why the glum face?" he asks, friendly and interested, installing himself beside the guy. "Did you get stood up by your date?"
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Being a bot as big as he is, Roller is, at the very least, used to looking down for people speaking to him. Not to mention, he'd been aware of someone shifting their way into his personal space a little while ago. This... must be one of those alternate universe things. Because he doesn't recognize anything about that build.
"Nah," he answers, once it's clear this is a stranger, and not someone he should know, but doesn't. "Never had one. Just making sure I don't step on anyone's feet."
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Still, Knock Out seems very pleased that he got out-- in the first few seconds of conversation!-- the fact that the handsome fellow next to him was apparently available. Smiling up at him, he offered, "My name's Knock Out. Can you tell me if these parties happen often? I've only been here a few days-- and this is more Cybertronians in one place than I've seen in aaaaaages-- it'd be nice if these are common."
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That's an interesting amount of emphasis placed on that word. He quirks an 'eyebrow' at it, looking down at the bot. Okay then. Maybe he's intoxicated. Wouldn't be the first time.
"First one I've seen around here. Sorry. It's pretty quiet if you don't count people trying to kill each other."
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Knock Out's hand has somehow wound up on Roller's lower arm. How did this happen? It is a mystery, and clearly one that shall never be solved.
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Wow, okay. Even he can get the hint here. It's been a really long time since anyone tried anything that blatant. Maybe on his partner, but not him. He's too big. Usually.
This guy, though. He must be desperate or bored. Probably bored.
"Handsome. You say that to every bot who could bounce you through a wall?"
It's really not a threat. Just casual conversation from someone used to being twice the size of everyone around him.
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Still, he laughs like he's charmed. "Moi? No, of course not! I'm hardly indiscriminate." He pauses for a beat, then continues, "I just say that to every attractive bot that could bounce me through a wall." A wink for you, Roller!
(He does not actually say it to every attractive bot that could bounce him through a wall, because he isn't into being actually bounced through walls-- it's so bad for his paintjob, ego, and general structural integrity-- but this bot seems relatively relaxed about being openly flirted with, despite not reciprocating. Ah, well, Knock Out is charming enough for two, and there's hardly a lack of others to flirt with if he's outright rejected.)
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"You'd think you'd be a little more careful," he says, instead of really questioning it. "It hurts. A lot. Trust me, I've got... recent experience."
Sort of. But hey, no need to delve too far into that right now. He is relaxed, if nothing more. It's not every day you get hit on this hard. Really not every day, if you're him.
"Also, you're coming on pretty strong. I'm big, pal, but not that dense..." There's an apologetic sort of look. "Just... tone it down a bit. If you wanna dance or something, you just have to ask. Seriously. I'm a pretty basic kind of bot."
one.
He doesn't know this mech, but he knows that that is not how you party. So have a red, orange, and yellow mech, Roller, hands on his hips and an accusatory look on his face. It's hard to miss Roller - Rodimus would bet he's even taller than Ultra Magnus on a good day, which is saying something. Since she's huge and all.
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Talk about overly loud paint schemes. This guy certainly isn't worried about blending in. If Roller stands out from his size, the strange little bot stands out from screaming flame colors.
"Need something?"
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He does not answer the question, however.
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Okay, now he's just screwing with you, Rodimus. And smirking a bit the whole time.
"Need something?" Because Rodimus isn't the only one who can repeat himself.
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Also: Drift is busy talking to other people so he can't make out or dance with him.
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Somehow he doesn't manage to make the question as supremely skeptical as he probably should have. This has to be some kid high on their accomplishment of the day or something. No reason to grind him down into the dirt on purpose.
... he says 'on purpose' because, given his track record so far, it's probably going to happen even if he doesn't expressly want it to.
"Don't worry, kiddo, I'm fine. I like playing support column. Besides." And there's a gesture at himself. "You don't want people worrying I'm going to step on their feet."
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Introducing himself would probably help.
"Rodimus, Captain," and there's a blissful moment where he doesn't hear Megatron correcting him, "of the Lost Light."
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Like that's his only problem with the statement. So much for making a decent impression.
"Sorry. Never heard of you." There's an awkward shrug. "You're... probably way after the last couple minutes on Cybertron I remember."
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"'Way after'... I'm not that young. Just, you know. Four million." Rodimus that's younger than everyone but the warborns pretty much.
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Right. Laugh like you have any idea what the hell is going on. It'd probably be easier to bluff it if he weren't scratching at the side of his neck.
And grimacing.
"See, about that..." He makes a few awkward gestures. "That's about the chunk of time I'm... missing."
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THAT IS SO WEIRD he's never sure how to deal with that.
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There wasn't even a war on the horizon, last he remembers. Just unhappy people.