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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.
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Someone should probably come over and distract her so that Rodimus and Drift can sneak off under the bleachers.
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"Ultra Magnus, ma'am. I didn't realize you were here on this planet." He started to falter near the end though as it became obvious this wasn't the Ultra Magnus he was familiar with. He hesitantly lowered his arm, a little unclear about the command structure after what the other Optimus had said about the difference with Prime and Magnus on his world.
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"Sorry, my mistake." He looked over his shoulder, glancing around the room till he spotted his much taller counterpart. "Optimus Prime is your commander, right? That Optimus Prime?"
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"Well, yes, of course. I mean -- he's more than just my commander. He's a -- well, he's a Prime." She glances over to Optimus Prime, and then back to the Cybertronian in front of her. Now that she has a little more time to look at him, the differences between the two are obvious. "I take it that you are not Optimus Prime, then?"
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"Yes and no. Just- just call me Optimus. Not titles needed."
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"Actually do you mind if I ask about your title. 'Magnus,' does it mean anything in particular?"
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"It doesn't seem like you think much of the party," he observed.
He was trying to imagine the Supreme Commander at this kind of event and was utterly failing.
i feel like ultra magnus is exactly the type of nerd who would be very proud of her alliteration
"I'm perfectly pleased with the progression of the party, as it happens. The troops have been decompressing in what would otherwise be a deeply stressful environment, without indulging in chaos or insubordination. So, no, I think very highly of the party. I just have no intention of participating in it." She's about to take another sip of her drink when something occurs to her. "Wait. Are you implying that Magnus means something different in your universe?"
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"If you weren't planning on participating, you didn't have to show up." Just an obversation.
"Yes, that's correct. The Magnus is the head of the Autobot Council. It's basically what you would refer to as 'Prime'."
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"Oh no. I'm not throwing a party so you can just sit there all night."
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"C'mon, you're here. You have to dance at least once."
Indulge him, Ultra Magnus. Indulge him.
glances meaningfully at the megatron thread which presumably hasn't happened yet
LOOK he didn't invite any cons how was he supposed to know
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Another tug on her arm, shifting so he's effectively attempting to pull her away from her seat and towards the dance floor. Attempting to look as convincing as possible - look at him, Magnus. He is all charm and charisma. Give into the inevitability of Rodimus wrangling a dance and make this easier on both of them.
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"Magnus?"
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god has it really been three weeks? feel free to just, not want to pick this up,,,
SHH NO
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lmk is this isnt okay :|b
Right now, it's Magnus' turn. Pipes practically skips over to her, absolutely delighted to see another Lost Light crew member. "Magnus!" he salutes quickly, still not sure if she would attempt to write him up in the middle of a party on another planet. "It's great to see you, uh... taking part? It's certainly been a while."
Your armour has a lovely shine and you're looking very law-bringer-y today, he decides, is probably a bit over the top. Maybe some other time.
what no why wouldn't it be
ive no clue
He's probably going to end this evening completely gazeboed on one of the bleachers but it's the journey that matters, not the destination.
"Actually, speaking of..." Pipes nudges Magnus' knee gently. "I heard it's official party rules that you have to dance at least once for no less than exactly five point six minutes."
If there's a less subtle way of asking her to dance, Pipes probably doesn't know it.