Prime Family Reunion!

[thelastprime]

	Prime Family Reunion Open post for any and all Primes of any continuities to mingle among each other and discuss their Primely duties! No specific setting but there can totally be drinks or something. Because why not. Remember, Primes don't party.

 

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[tilallisoverused]

( 'primes don't party'? please. this one totally does. which is why you should insert your LMFAO song of choice here.

even if he's dwarfed by the fact that most of the other primes are hovering around thirty feet and he's. shorter. and with less gun wings, if you're going to compare him to nova. )

[thelastprime]

[Optimus doesn't quite know how to react at seeing this Prime. For someone who's held the Matrix (supposedly, that's why he's here, right?), he seemed to be a little young. Even for their ancient race.

In a way, he was reminded of Smokescreen when he looked at the mannerisms.

It raises questions in his head, like if his emotions were suppressed at one point like his are. Because it certainly didn't show...

Either way, he'll walk up to the smaller Prime, offering a hand out in welcome.]

Greetings.

[Meet your stoic other-dad, Roddy.]

gunfingers + wink

[staygoldponybot]

[why are you so small. why are you so loud. why are you happy. stop that.]

I was not aware the Matrix was given to those so young.

[BECAUSE SENTINEL HIMSELF TOTALLY HAS THE MATRIX RIGHT??]

[thelastprime]

[This was a completely new experience for him, to say the least. In his own timeline, he was the last Prime, and a matrix bearer tended to be a 'til death do you part' type of deal. There was no 'multiple' option.

So seeing more so like him (or not, as he'll soon find out) is a little exciting. Not that you'd be able to tell with his stoic face. Still, his eyes say all, flicking ever brighter than their usual glow as he stands there.

Completely drink-less.

He's not exactly good at this 'party' thing, okay.]

[knightofdarkness]

[neither is the black Prime. socializing is...far from his expertise. fighting, yes. diplomacy...

he left it to the others.

he'll just be wallflowering a short distance away, arms crossed across his chest as he observes the others. at least he has a cube...

...that's completely full. whelp.]

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[robotjesus]

[Party...?]

[There hasn't been a real Cybertronian party since before the war began. Since the day they'd unearthed the terrible artifact -- the one which began it all. And even then, he had never been good at socializing. He'd left that to the others of his division.]

[Needless to say, the fairly battle-scarred Prime is being a wallflower. A very solemn, rather bewildered wallflower, holding the lowest-grade cube of energon he could possibly collect. It was expected of one to drink at these sorts of things, he knew. But that didn't mean one had to completely lose control...]

[Yeah that from the guy who took the Fallen's face off. Oops.]

wallflower buddies

[thelastprime]

[It seems that Primes came in all flavours at this party. However, it was nice to see that among the more extroverted types, there were the ones who preferred the peace of quiet mingling.

Optimus will approach, cube of energon finally in his hands. It's non-robot alcoholic, though, of course. He couldn't risk losing any kind of composure, even at a recreational event.]

It is odd, seeing so many Primes gathered.

[Idle chitchat, nothing wrong with that, right?]

I am rather unused to this.

[tilallisoverused]

( There are any number of things he could say to any particular version of Optimus. Maybe something attempting to be wise and profound or-- )

Nice flames.

( Yeaaaahhhhhhh. )

je ne regrette rien

[schmucktruck]

[WELL.

THIS IS AWKWARD.]

Optimus.

[gunwings]

[This party is turning out to be rather tame for the tastes of Nova Prime. The drinks were weaksauce and he hated whatever it is those new kids were using for music.]

[What this really needed was a taste of partying circa 6 million BCE. With a more fighting and loud songs sung in the Primal Vernacular.]

[All this quiet mingling was getting on his nerves, so don't mind if he steps up on one of the tables (don't ask how it can support giant robot weight), spread those wings and hold a randomly-selected cube of high grade in the air.]

Primes! There is a time to be silent and a time to be boisterous. Now is not the time for the former.

Join me in a song!

[thelastprime]

[It's some giant bolted down robot table. We'll go with that. But Optimus is rather...surprised at just how extravagent Nova is when it comes to events like this. In a way, it was a lot like Megatron's theatrics (which on all accounts, wasn't necessarily a bad thing...not exactly good either). He watched for a moment, before approaching, eyes cast up to the large Prime's performance.]

It is good to see someone so zealous at such an event.

[Translation: please get off the table.]

[staygoldponybot]

[holy fucking shit that's nova prime. that's the guy all those obnoxious golden statues were built after.

man, they weren't kidding with the wings.

goddamn he can't NOT go and interact with nova!!! prime!!!]

The stories about you were not incorrect.

[jesus christ.]

[tilallisoverused]

( rodimus is all for turning this party into something more exciting and he's already on a table to join in, but the moment he sees who it comes from he can't help but groan. )

I thought we were keeping the megalomaniacs out?

[spacetimeprime]

[...god damn, Nova. that poor table.]

Ah, perhaps it would be better to lead such an event from the floor...

[primest]

[of all the noble primes here, of course sentinel would like the fucking meglomaniac conqueror most of all.

don't mind while he laughs his ass off at nova getting up on the table.]

Why don't you go first?

[rusted_prime]

[Primes don't party? Psshhh, yeah right. They haven't had Rodimus at enough of them. Clearly.

The atmosphere in here is somber enough to put a librarian to sleep. Obviously Rodimus has to do something about that. His answer to all of this?

Beer pong.

Cheerfully, he climbs on top of a nearby table to make his announcement. That he is the smallest Prime here doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest. Good things come in small packages after all.]

Can I have your attention please! I have a challenge for any who are brave enough to take it.

[He gestures grandly.]

Anyone who can beat me at high grade pong wins the title of Greatest Prime. I have a trophy here somewhere.

So, any takers?

[Griiiin.]

[thelastprime]

[Greatest Prime.

Rodimus you're already confusing this one. The whole phrase just doesn't even seem to compute. Granted you're miles away from the usual Prime candidates, but the fact that there are multiple Primes here anyway is rather...eye opening to him.

Let alone ones that like to play high-grade pong.]

I wish you luck in your endeavor.

[Despite the...odd ritual, he's going to be supportive.]

[tilallisoverused]

At least when I win you won't have to change the name on it.

( GRINNING BACK he assumes this is a version of him, what with the flames and all.)

[primest]

Ok, no, but I have to watch you get completely destroyed by your alternate. Seriously.

[he's already greatest prime!!!]

nervously slides in here

[staygoldponybot]

[well, look at that. he's not the tallest or most heavily armoured anymore. that's weird.

whatever, sentinel grabbed an armfull of energon cubes and dumped them all on a free table (or maybe not, he didn't really pay attention) and decided to busy himself with angrily working his way through them while glaring at the others. look at that idiot with the wings, what's up with that.

if anyone wants his attention, they can come and get it.

...god, he hopes orion doesn't show up.]

screech 8D

[thelastprime]

[Hey bara-tinel. Mind if Bara Optimus sits next to you on this fine evening? You seem a bit on the angry side, but he's willing to work with that. Just the fact that there's so many Primes here is making his spark feel slightly at ease.

There are others like him...

That feeling was still too new. It was still sinking in that for once in this universe...he wasn't alone.

Primes like him. Someplace where he belonged.


We'll give it 15 minutes before he seriously reconsiders that. Given the...company he's currently with.]

I hope you do not mind the company, friend.

[Was it too much for introductions? Nahhhh. A hand is slowly extended.]

I am Optimus Prime. It is an honour.

[anaxetoprime]

[OH GOD WHY IS HE HERE, ALL THESE OTHER GUYS ARE COOLER AND MORE HEROIC THAN HIM except his Rodimus seriously chill out.

So tiny Optimus, off being awk with some energony goodness and trying to not be in awe of the cooler Optimii here.]

(B

[staygoldponybot]

[ok so there was that tiny asshole who was going on about energon pong, whatever the fuck that was and then this tiny red and blue guy who was more quiet. judging by his colours, he was an alternate of this "optimus prime" douchebag.

so, guess who just dumped a shitload of energon on the nearest table to you because he wasn't paying attention at who might be occupying it.

boy, that sure is a big obnoxious heavily armoured golden guy. who's now sitting close enough that he has clearly noticed you.]

[spacetimeprime]

[despite what anybody asks, this Prime right here has nothing to do with setting things up here.

really.

honest.

he may or may not be here mostly to make sure it doesn't become a problem, though. chaperone? maaaaybe]

[knightofdarkness]

[this guy sure is changing the music to Linkin Park at some point

otherwise he'll just be finding a corner and hiding sulking watching people

RED OPTICS AND A BLACK PAINTJOB HE SURE FITS IN WELL HERE DOESN'T HE]

[tillallaregone]

[ONLY IF HE IGNORES THE RED OPTICS AND PURPLE PAINT JOB of the guy coming and smashing the stereo because fuck your linkin park.

That and Shatter Glass Optimus hasn't murdered anyone yet, let him have his vices.]