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 blue femme pushes open a door near her own room, revealing a lined closet large enough to comfortably hold an average G1 mech. "Blue button's hot water. Red button's UV. Green is some kind of cleaning ray I can never remember the name to, but which feels good."

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He nods at her, indicating he's heard what she's said. Now, if his tired processor can comprehend and remember that will be the true test! "Thanks."

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"You're welcome." She gives him a tired smile, then heads toward her room to check again.

When he comes out he'll see a bag with his name on it hanging where he can see it. Inside is a note from Hormah apologizing that she had to take off, and several Cybertron Sunrises.

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A quite of bit of time passes before he comes out of the shower. He had figured out how to use that particular washrack, but he was distracted by the thoughts he had run through his processor. Not all of them particular pleasant. At least it was good to feel clean.

For a moment, he looks at the bag, then at the washrack room, and then back at the bag.

How many people put adjectives on bags?

He takes a look inside the bag. The note clarifies his bag theory and clears up a question he would have had had she not written him the note.

Ooo. Sunrises!

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Nice big ones, hand selected for their size, thick walls, and scent.

And Hormah's hands were all over most of the rest of Blue's supply. Only she knows how many she ate.

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Oh, mech. That is just too tempting!

He subspaces the bag after a few moments of letting all that goodness give him a second shower. He's supposing he can keep the bag, which he will unless Hormah asks for it back. Too good, too good. He's gonna have to thank Hormah later. For now, he heads back to Blue's room to see if Blue's there.

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She's there, sitting backward on the chair she's pulled up by the berth, her chin resting on her folded arms as she stares into space.

"Better?" she asks softly.

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"Yep, much." He leans up against one of the door posts. " . . . How's she doing?"

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"Sle... recharging quietly. A lot more quietly than she ever did before. She doesn't look away from the wall.

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"Hmm." That could mean anything.

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Blue turns her head quizzically. "She's doing alright. About the only thing wrong is her memory. But something tells me she wouldn't have missed it much."

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"She led a tough life . . ."

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"Yeah... I've chosen a new name for her. And she's getting repainted as soon as she's up for it. No more Autobadge."

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A sigh escapes him. "Hopefully that'll be enough."