randomplaces | Nexus. The Black Dog. Adjusting to Change

It has been a few weeks in his universe's time since he's been back to the Nexus. Having met with Blue a short time after the incident, he already knew that Blue and the others were no longer here.

Curse that blasted Decepticon.

He has various reasons for not returning to the Nexus until now. The one he'll most likely admit is the fact that the Ark's become a bit hectic as his reality's Earth 'Cons have kicked things up a notch and are taking full advantage of their turn on the 'boom' side of the war's boom and bust cycle. Okay, they haven't taken over the world or anything like that yet, but only at a heavy price for the Autobots stationed on Earth:

A busy medbay.

And when the medbay is busy, someone's gotta make sure technical stuff in the Ark gets checked over and fixed, which would be him.

On top of that, at some point, Random ate the last Sunrise Hormah gave him.

No, he can't remember when, and that bothers him.

He arrives in the part of the Nexus near the bar via his PINpoint. He takes in all of the sights of it, picking out what has changed and what has stayed the same. A moment's hesitation delays him before he walks through the door for the first time since he learned of the eventual change . . .

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Oh, man. Who can refuse a young smile ~~even if it is coming from a femme~~?

"I suppose I can have one sip," he says, reaching for the cube.

She passes it over, and watches him to make sure the sipping goes alright.

Sheol's busy petting the puppy.

He gives her a small, reassuring smile before taking his sip, which goes down with out a hitch. He then hands the cube back to her. "There you are."

Her return smile is bright and glad, and then she tilts her head quizzically. "You repair things?"

Sheol looks down at her with surprise, then turns on her stool to look toward the door.

He stops in the process of picking up his drink and pulling a rag from subspace to look at her. ". . . Yes?" ~~Okay, now he was kinda getting creeped out.~~

She points a slender finger toward a smudge on his arm, looking relieved. "I guessed when I saw this." And she's really glad he's a fixer, and not a wrecker, as she'd feared for a moment.

Into the bar walks Orion Pax, followed by a young Ratchet and a gawky young Perceptor with a different alt mode. "Alright, that car went through that portal... someone here might know about it."

He turns his arm over and looked at the smudge like he didn't know how it got there. "When did I do that? Most of the stuff in the Ark-- . . . Oh yeah, that's right." He pulls out the rag and begins to clean up the liquid he'd spilled earlier. "Good optic."

Random doesn't give the new group any acknowledgment as he cleans up the mess other than a quick glance in that direction.

Kia smiles and has a drink from her cube, then sets it down and gives the same head tilt that characterized her alternate. "The Ark is your home? What do you fix?"

"Orion, I'm certain that silver femme is our car. Her kibble is of the same make and model."

"Uh... yeah, but we can't just walk up to a strange femme and say, 'Hey, were you just parked on Jasper Avenue?'," says Orion, frowning.

And then he goes 0.o as Ratchet does just that.

"Uh huh," he says absently as he finishes wiping up the liquid, putting the bottle down, and subspacing his rag. He feels a shiver down his spinal relays when he turns to her and notices the headtilt. "Shu-Shuttles mostly. . . . Well, technically most of the stuff needed on and in shuttles, which includes the seemingly unrelated doors, hatches, security and lighting systems."

At the sudden interruption, Random turns further in his seat and gawks at . . . a younger Ratchet?

Hmm.

Well, there are worse questions to ask a femme.

She's listening so intently that she actually starts when Ratchet interrupts, then looks at him with wide optics. "...What's Jasper Avenue?"

Ratchet blinks, then holds up a hand and makes a holo. "That place."

He'd been half wondering if she'd answer like that. Only remembering that she'd been quick with observation about the spot had stopped him from making some somewhat smart alec remark.

"It's a location."

He leans back, moving his drink before resting his arms on the bar like one might on a low-backed chair.

Hmm, a holo. She'd been pretty observant, so she might recognize the place . . .

Nexus. The Black Dog. Adjusting to Change

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