rodders: <user name=brodinsons> (IT'S CONFUSING)
RODIMUS ([personal profile] rodders) wrote in [community profile] robothell2015-05-10 07:56 pm

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.
tsunclonus: (:|)

[personal profile] tsunclonus 2015-05-14 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Cyclonus isn't here to have fun. Cyclonus is here to have a drink and help out if something - almost inevitably - goes wrong.

He stands silently near the bleachers with a cup of punch in one hand, watching the revelers and listening to the music.
tsunclonus: (Sorta serene)

[personal profile] tsunclonus 2015-05-17 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Rodimus," Cyclonus greets. He's generally respectful of the co-captain of the Lost Light - even though he no longer has a ship to be co-captain of - but he must admit to being slightly surprised at being approached by Rodimus at this party.

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.
tsunclonus: (CHUG CHUG CHUG)

[personal profile] tsunclonus 2015-05-19 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Cyclonus stares silently at Rodimus for a long moment. Then he looks back over the party and takes a drink from his glass.

"The refreshments are acceptable."

It's a slight improvement over talking to a wall.
tsunclonus: (pouting pretty)

[personal profile] tsunclonus 2015-05-22 11:53 am (UTC)(link)
Is he going to give himself a Rodimus star to commemorate the accomplishment?

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."
tsunclonus: (:|)

[personal profile] tsunclonus 2015-06-01 11:51 am (UTC)(link)
There are some things Cyclonus would be glad to know he doesn't know if he knew he didn't know them. That is one of them. Please never tell him that, Rodimus.

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.
tsunclonus: (Sorta serene)

[personal profile] tsunclonus 2015-06-03 11:59 am (UTC)(link)
How thoughtful of Rodimus, really.

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?
tsunclonus: (arms crossed)

[personal profile] tsunclonus 2015-06-23 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll keep that in mind," Cyclonus says, his tone saying that he's probably not going to keep that in mind. He has been keeping an eye on Tarn during the party, though, ready to step in if things start to get out of hand.

"I've been keeping watch on the city," he answers. Also singing to Cybertron, but whatever. Very busy.
tsunclonus: (rbf)

[personal profile] tsunclonus 2015-07-12 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
As much as Tarn seems like the kind of guy who probably deserves to be dead, he has enough of a reputation that Cyclonus isn't particularly interested in fighting him without due cause. Such as being ordered to, or if Tailgate was threatened... luckily Tailgate isn't here and Rodimus is merely suggesting rather than ordering.

"No," Cyclonus says simply. Then actually expands on that. "The city remains largely empty and travel beyond the outskirts remains impossible."
milkruns: (you were born to chase the light)

[personal profile] milkruns 2015-05-16 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
Move over, Cyclonus, there's a tiny human joining you at the wall. It's obvious he's not here to participate -- yeah, he seems like the lonely watchdog type. All the more reason to crack that shell, right? June's feeling chatty.

"So. You don't dance, I take it."
tsunclonus: (?)

[personal profile] tsunclonus 2015-05-17 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Cyclonus peers down in surprise as a human settles next to him. While there are some physical similarities, he recognizes that she's not Miranda. It can be hard to tell humans apart, honestly.

"I do not," he answers, somewhat bemused by the question.
milkruns: (but my arms were made to hold you)

[personal profile] milkruns 2015-05-28 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)
June just lets out a quiet, slightly amused hm, obviously not intimidated by his size. She climbs up onto a low piece of the wall she can reach, if only just to get a little leverage.

"So why'd you come, then? Doesn't really seem like your scene, if you don't mind me saying."
tsunclonus: (arms crossed)

[personal profile] tsunclonus 2015-05-30 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Cyclonus is silent for a long moment, staring out impassively over the party. He doesn't want to talk about Tailgate, and how if his friend were here he'd have insisted. So instead he answers, "Somebody has to look after them."
milkruns: (Default)

[personal profile] milkruns 2015-06-05 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
June laughs quietly into her cup -- in sympathy, though, no trace of derision in it. "Tell me about it," she comments. She likes the cut of your robot jib, Cyclonus. That sense of responsibility seems terrifyingly absent in an awful lot of them. "I'm June, by the way. I don't think we've met. I'm a friend of Optimus'."

Technically she's a friend of quite a few Autobots, but a little name dropping never hurt anybody, either.
tsunclonus: (rbf)

[personal profile] tsunclonus 2015-06-06 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't be fooled into thinking he's too sensible, June. He's known to mutilate himself instead of talking about his feelings.

"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.
milkruns: (Default)

[personal profile] milkruns 2015-07-06 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm. Clearly Cyclonus is a mech of few words. Not all that warm and friendly, either. That's never really stopped June though.

"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?"
tsunclonus: (handsome cyclonus)

[personal profile] tsunclonus 2015-07-12 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Sorry, June. He's the strong silent type.

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.
milkruns: (and i don't know where we go)

[personal profile] milkruns 2015-07-13 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"You and everyone else on Cybertron," June mutters into her cup, barely audibly. Still, she's nothing but friendly, quirking an eyebrow up at him. "Isn't the war over where you're from? Ever think about a career change?"
tsunclonus: ():)

[personal profile] tsunclonus 2015-07-18 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Cyclonus levels a flat - well, flatter look than usual - at June.

"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."