Nexus. Blue's Bar. There and Back Again cont'd

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As Random finishes his Sunrise, deciding what exactly to do next, he takes a look around the bar . . .

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The elderly femme's still cursing under her breath and has barely cleared the door when she switches to the sleek little Porsche Boxster and squeals away from the bar in the direction of the Nexus tracks. Keg transforms to a chunky hover truck and shoots after her, staying at a safe distance behind her.

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Chest flips up to form the hood as the head ducks under the rising windshield and top, the arms fold underneath, the feet pop into the legs, the knees bend down, the doors attached to the arms slide down while the doors attached to the legs slide up, and the doors lock into place as the tall mech compresses himself down into his alternate mode. Only taking mere moments to complete this transformation into the four-door '90 Chevrolet Lumina sedan, Random drives after Keg.

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There are a few incidents involving the buzzing of large pedestrians and much sulfurous language, but Arcee finally drives through the tunnel leading into a neat oval track surrounded by stands and pauses to watch the race in progress. It involves humans in cars of identical make, and she's got comments to make about them too. But despite her mood she has nothing to say as Keg accidentally bumps her in the process of transforming.

The young bouncer apologizes, and then leans against the wall behind her, his optics and scanners busy on their surroundings.

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Random remains in alt mode. He can think without giving away his thoughts in this mode, and he has a lot of thinking to do.

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Arcee's grumbling is interrupted by a startled horn toot as the announcer's voice booms out, ordering the contestants for race 4 to check in with the race steward.

"Slagging glitch brained...." She drives forward, and then transforms as she approaches the desk, where other beings are also gathering in a fairly neat line. Several of these beings give the pink and white femme a knowing look and keep a distance from her, but one distinctive young yellow Autobot pipes up cheerfully and is swiftly and mercilessly dressed down for the affront.

Poor Hotshot.

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He remains in his alt mode for a moment before transforming and walking over to Keg. "Does she drive mad often?" He sounds surprisingly calm.

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"Not this mad," says the younger mech soberly. "She's really fragged off today."

Look at that, Arcee, you've got the kid talking like you now :p

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"Slaggit. . . . Any chance of convincing her against this?" And have her do what to let her anger out he didn't know . . .

Bad Arcee, bad!

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"Not that I know of. She's not afraid to take on the bouncer." Keg looks at him. "This is really a bad idea, huh?"

Arcee, meanwhile, manages to only growl at the steward as she accepts her number. She then walks over to her place on the track and turns her back abruptly on the friendly greeting of an old 'Bot of tech similar to Random's.

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"I've got a bad feeling about this . . . but I hope this is just me being overly pessimistic," he didn't sound like he really believed that last part.

//Arcee . . . what do you think you're accomplishing by doing this?//