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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Blue watches him go, then takes a mental peek at what Arcee's doing in the kitchen and sees her standing with her head against the wall and her fists clenched. The bartender sighs and pulls over a chair so that she can sit at the end of the table. "Primus... we could really use a little help here, please."

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After taking a glance in the kitchen, he sits back down in the booth, starting his third cube of mid-grade.

Yep, he could be a lot of help right now . . .

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The bartender rubs her face and mutters, managing to sound a little bit like Hormah in the process because of the language that she's chosen to grumble in.

Then she lowers her hands and looks at Random. "That last bit you said. Were you speaking from experience?"

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And here he grew thinking that femmes were above that type of thing. He's been seeing more and more examples of femmes who don't fit that stereotype.

"I live in a war," he shrugs passively, taking another drink, "I hear about that type of thing all the time."

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She sighs again and takes another peek over the security link. "And I came here to get away from the effects of war. I should have known better."

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"War causes people to forget things. . . . Maybe peace does too."

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"I wouldn't know about that last. The only peace I've known is here, and I still remember everything." She looks at the last Sunrise, then gets up and goes to the bar to snag herself a small cube of pink high grade.

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He hadn't meant it like that, but he felt it was useless to explain himself. War may make people forget how to be a person, but peace makes people forget how terrible people can be.

He too takes a look at the Sunrise, and reaches for it hesitantly.

Uh oh.