Nexus. Blue's Bar. A Meeting of Opposites

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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 . . .

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She puts a hand over her mouth and scans her memory banks one more time, then pulls out a communicator and calls Blue.

"Uh... 'Cee, do you know what time it is? Have you even been asleep yet?" comes the crackly, tired reply.

"Blue... who's Kia?"

"...slag."

They were thinking about making Random flail?

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Poor kid. Poor Arcee.

He puts the cube to his mouth to take a drink, but at last minute decides against that and takes another bite of his Sunrise instead.


Yeah, that's--Actually, no, they thought she was bigger than she was. *eye roll*

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"Blue?" Her scowl turns uneasy.

"She was someone you knew for a little while, when you lived in the safe house," comes the bartender's reply at last, reluctantly.

Arcee moved absently and sank onto the seat next to Random. "'Was'?"

"Just let me get down there so I can talk to you face to face." There's the sound of a door swinging open upstairs, and then quick footsteps.

Arcee hugs herself, the uneasiness in her expression growing.

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Random goes back to tracing the edge of the cube while eating his Sunrise. This turn of events has brought something else for him to think about: Kia. If she hadn't been coming to see Arcee with Elita, then did something happen? Was she still with them? Why would she stop coming to see Arcee? . . . Where was she?

Her sinking into the chair next to him was another dilemma, and he froze in his tracing. He felt he should do something, but he wasn't sure what. The doors mounted on his shoulders like G1!Red Alert didn't exactly help either. He settles for putting the hand furthest from her on her shoulder comfortingly he hopes. Moving the other one would have been a bit more of a drag . . . or perhaps more accurately a whack.

Story of my life.