Nexus. A nice quiet street. Meeting a new peep?

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It is quiet. There is no sign here, only a few shops, some apartment buildings, and a park with a statue of what looks like TFA Prowl with a pigeon on his head. One or two of the varied population of the Nexus moves from shop to shop, but the street is mostly deserted.

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Stumbling out of an alley that was not where Jazz had been situated originally, the Solstice frowned, looking around his new surroundings. New surroundings. He wasn't supposed to get new surroundings unless that box had come from Wheeljack's lab, and he'd managed to turn it into some sort of.. time machine, teleportation device — something.
Frowning, the visored mech looked back into the alley — nope, no box. But in his hand...
Sighing, the saboteur turned his attention back to the strange contraption he held in his hands. Noo, when he had Blaster had to move boxes, they looked into the boxes. They always had to look in them. Jazz shook his head and looked up and around the area. Even if he didn't know where he was, he might recognized someone. Or someone could recognized him.

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Over that way, a few doors down, a scuffed and scarred up yellow bot has stopped to look at something in a window, leaning heavily on a cane as they do so. Thoughtful blue optics study the toys on display as Bumblebee wonders about them.

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Sometimes, waiting didn't cut it out for Jazz. Lots of times, actually, but sometimes, orders held rank over what he wanted to do. This time — hah! Take that Prowl — there were no orders. Smirking, the saboteur slipped the strange device into his subspace before walking away from the alley and further down the street, looking around. No, there weren't any mechs or femmes around that he recog — wait. Was that Bee?
Frowning, the Solstice paused to look closer at a yellow bot that was standing in front of a display. Jazz didn't stop to think about it before he started walking towards the slightly bigger might-be-Bumblebee. "'Ey, Bee? 'S that you, Bee?"

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She startles and nearly loses her balance, then goes wide-eyed. "Jazz?"

That's a girl voice, yes, but, "Yeah... it's a Bee...."

She tries to walk to meet him, but her knees are shaking.

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Wugh, girl voice? Okay, Bumblebee, but not Bumblebee. The saboteur frowned before noticing that the femme-Bee's knees were shaking, and started towards her instead. "Here, let me, mmk?"
As he came to her, he held out a four-fingered hand to steady her a little, grinning slightly. "M'guessin' m'not in Kansas anymore, am I?"

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She leans against him. "No... no, this is the Nexus. It's a place between realities...."

Those big blue optics search his face, and then she hugs him and tries not to cry. "I'm glad you're okay, someplace."

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"Ah. The Nexus?" Well, that didn't make much sense, but, he'd always suspected there were different realities. At least, he could believe what this Bee said, to a certain degree. Frowning to himself, Jazz almost missed the look on Bee's face that always meant some crying was about to start, femme or mech or sparkling. The sudden hug did catch the Solstice off-guard, before he returned it with ease. She was still bigger than him, though; even bigger than the Bumblebee he was used to. "'Ey, 'ey. S'ok. No cryin' on me, 'kay Bee?" Patting the mech's — ah, femme's shoulder like an older spark-sibling would. "'Nd, well, 'okay' is all relative, I guess. I've got plenty o'my own problems too..."

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"Yeah," she says softly, still holding onto him and taking comfort from the friendly pat pat. "But you're alive."