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randomplaces2008-11-10 07:43 pm
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Nexus. Blue's Bar. A Meeting of Opposites
It was another late night for Random, another recharge-less night. It was on these nights that he got off his berth and walked down to the Engineering Labs to work on some unfinished project leftover from the day--or at least that's what he told whichever mech found him recharging in the lab one of those times when he was unable to make it back to his quarters.
As usual he had managed to pass through the quiet halls without being approached by the nightshift.If Red Alert heard that, he'd freak. However, when he opened the door to the lab and walked in, he found himself in a place that he didn't recognize as either Wheeljack's lab or the Ark.
At first he wondered if he'd missed a memo, like one saying "Wheeljack's working on something in his lab, ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK," and searched over his memory banks to find such of a memo as he glanced around the bar to prevent extra thinking. When he doesn't immediately find a memo, his 'oh great, just what I needed' attitude began to fade to outright panic. Before it spread too far, however, something in his mind made a connection between "bar"--which this place obviously was--and "Nexus."
Hmm. Maybe . . . ? He began to take his processors off of finding the memo and to set them to the task of thoroughly searching the bar for anyone he's seen before in the Nexus . . .
As usual he had managed to pass through the quiet halls without being approached by the nightshift.
At first he wondered if he'd missed a memo, like one saying "Wheeljack's working on something in his lab, ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK," and searched over his memory banks to find such of a memo as he glanced around the bar to prevent extra thinking. When he doesn't immediately find a memo, his 'oh great, just what I needed' attitude began to fade to outright panic. Before it spread too far, however, something in his mind made a connection between "bar"--which this place obviously was--and "Nexus."
Hmm. Maybe . . . ? He began to take his processors off of finding the memo and to set them to the task of thoroughly searching the bar for anyone he's seen before in the Nexus . . .

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Noope, she's using the ancient Earth stuff."Gah!" Arcee's hand closes around the pen, sending ink all over her hand and the page before she leaps to her feet on the booth seat, the gun that Blue insisted she carry snapping out of its casing on her arm.
Then she blinks. "RANDOM???? What the slagging PIT are you doing here???"
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Recognition flashes in his optics when she speaks. "Arcee? . . . Dying from a spark attack apparently." This is obviously an exaggeration, but with the way his spark is beating and his intakes are working it could almost be true.
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"And I wasn't expecting someone to actually pull a weapon on my in here." He flops into the nearest seat and leans back. Her mention of Primus currently lost on him.
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"Arcee?" The burly, squat young bouncer zeros in on the intruder. "Who are you?"
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He starts at the sound of the door, flinches and gets out of his seat when the bouncer notices him, and he backs away from him slightly.
"R-Random." He wasn't really sure what he should add to that.
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Keg's scowl fades instantly, and is replaced with youthful curiosity and friendliness. "Oh. Sorry about that."
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"It's alright," he says quietly. Looks like he definitely wasn't going to be recharging anytime soon.
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Arcee watches him walk out of the room, and then turns back to Random. "He's also my bodyguard."
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