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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He stands silently near the bleachers with a cup of punch in one hand, watching the revelers and listening to the music.
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"Cyclonus! Hey!"
Does he have anything to say beyond that? Probably not. But he's going to hold a conversation even if it kills him.
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He hopes Rodimus isn't planning to invite him to another 'interrogation' for some reason. That was really embarrassing for everyone involved.
The idea that Rodimus just wants to socialize with him doesn't immediately occur to him.
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What Rodimus had forgotten, from their time back on the Lost Light and now, is how difficult holding a conversation with Cyclonus is if you're not Tailgate.
"So. The party. S'not bad for being dumped on a crummy Cybertron, huh?"
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"The refreshments are acceptable."
It's a slight improvement over talking to a wall.
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"Yeah? Nautica's done good work with it."
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Cyclonus gives his drink an appraising look, as if suddenly more impressed by its existence.
"I wasn't aware she was the producer. I shall have to give her my regards."
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"She'll like that." A beat, and he takes another sip of his drink. "Didn't think you were the type to come to a party. I mean, it's great that you're here but. You know, thought you were more of the 'stand in the corner and brood far away from the party' type."
Rodimus, what do you think he's doing.
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Cyclonus stares at Rodimus, then stares at his current location near the very edge of the party, then adjusts his brooding posture. Finally he answers, "I heard there would be refreshments."
And Primus knows being stuck on a mostly-dead Cybertron with present company would drive most mechs to drink.
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"Yeah, yep. Those are definitely refreshments."
Someone please send help.
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Cyclonus nods agreeably at Rodimus's eloquent assessment and lapses into silence. It's not awkward for him. Silence is much more his natural state than idle conversation.
How long can Rodimus handle it, though?
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"Been keeping yourself busy here? There's always Tarn around if you need something to punch. And you can tell him I told you that when you're ramming your horn into his eye."
Ah, sweet vindication.
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"I've been keeping watch on the city," he answers. Also singing to Cybertron, but whatever. Very busy.
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"Hey, that's great! Anything new and interesting to report? I guess we should have regular meetings now - Magnus'll order them eventually if I don't."
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"No," Cyclonus says simply. Then actually expands on that. "The city remains largely empty and travel beyond the outskirts remains impossible."
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"So. You don't dance, I take it."
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"I do not," he answers, somewhat bemused by the question.
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"So why'd you come, then? Doesn't really seem like your scene, if you don't mind me saying."
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Technically she's a friend of quite a few Autobots, but a little name dropping never hurt anybody, either.
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"We have not," Cyclonus confirms. He's not really a friend of Optimus, but he does know the guy. Pretty respectable. "I am Cyclonus."
He's not a friend of many people at all. Mostly incredibly persistent minibots.
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"Well, I'm pleased to meet you, Cyclonus." June gives him a little grin and takes another sip of Miranda's space vodka. It doesn't have the most refined taste, but she'll take it. She can't help but notice that he doesn't have a badge, but somehow it seems rude to just ask him. So June just falls back on the old small talk standbys.
"So...what do you do, Cyclonus?"
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He gives June a nod of acknowledgment, perhaps implying that he is also pleased to meet her, but possibly not. Because making your feelings about something clear is far too sensible. He doesn't particularly mind June's presence though, as much as he favours silently brooding in corners.
"I am a warrior," he answers.
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"War is never over," he states. "It pauses, for a time there may be peace, but where there is life there will always be conflict, and where there is conflict there will be warriors."
He's silent for a moment, then adds with a frown, "Though most wars are not so long-lasting nor devastating as the once I expect you speak of. That I was not a part of."