Nexus. The Black Dog. Adjusting to Change

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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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Pooka puts his chin on his paws and looks up at Random. "M'I 'rassin' you?"

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"You're just being curious, and I don't feel like complying," he says, absently tracing his finger over the bottle's top.

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The furry sparklet thinks this over and watches his body language for a bit, then sits up and gives him a last kiss before turning and trotting over to check out somebody else who just came to the bar.

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For a few moments, it doesn't seem that Random noticed Pooka leaving. Then he pulls himself away from his muses to glance around the bar.

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He's alone at the bar; the seats to either side of him empty. But the bartender's keeping an eye on him like she is on everyone else. She's also just finished mixing something sparkly and purple that appears to be playing music.

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He sighs when he notices that the bar is empty. Probably more out of relief than anything The purple, sparkling, "singing" drink gets an arched optic ridge out of him.

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Nemesis quirks a brow plate right back at him, then hands the cube to Archiva and starts mixing something else as the younger femme delivers that.

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The expression stays on his face for a few more moments before he shakes his head and deliberately looks somewhere else.