A Slice of the Multiverse

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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The yellow one's face remains blank, though her optics track events that are long past and gone and her emotions suddenly jangle with pain and horror.

Uzulee has come to sit on the doorstep of the human size door while she waits for Cureall to come. The small human's face is streaked with oil and grime, and she's looking unwontedly serious. Her mind is busy with prayer, both for help with the job that needs doing, and just for the two 'Bots that she's been trying to repair for the past few days.