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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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"'Cee...." Blue reaches toward her again, but the pink and white femme recoils so strongly that she bumps into Random.
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He doesn't start, and he doesn't jump at Arcee's sudden touch. Instead he looks down at her calmly. One hand hesitates before reaching for one of her arms while the arm closest to her tries to reach around her
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Blue hesitates, but then moves over to that side of the booth, giving Random an apologetic look as he gets pressed against the wall. One hand goes to her friend's shoulder as she waits for the storm to pass.
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"Arcee... do you want a trank?" offers Blue, frowning at her condition.
"NO!" Arcee's optics pop open to glare, then shutter again. "Last slagging thing I need right now...."
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His optics widen slightly--the unusual calmness he exhibited in the last few minutes shattered like glass in an instance--and he stares at Blues, stunned. Wasn't that just a bit extreme?
When Arcee replies to Blue, he breaks out of his trance and calms down again. He hesitates and starts rubbing Arcee's arm again.
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She lowers her optics and mutters a little, then gently catches Random's hand and moves away from him. "Sorry."
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Blue watches her go, then looks back at Random. "You knew Kia?"
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