[OPEN]

[raceme]

WHO: Blurr and YOU
WHERE: The Junk Pile
WHEN: Now.
WHAT: Blurr is being a derp distracted
WARNINGS: None so far, I will update if needed


[Blurr was in the junk pile checking the place for any possible newcomers and looking for useful tools, when he found a thing. The colors caught his attention and when Blurr figured out that he could rotate it, he quickly put all the blue pieces together. Alas, the other side of the cube was wrong. He stared at it and then his servos moved, (to quickly for the normal eyes to see properly) solving the puzzle in less than a nanosec.

He was now playing with it, a tiny smile on his lips and for once not running or paying attention to his surrounding. Feel free to bother him.]

Comments

[wheeljackofalltrades]

This is often how he met the blue blur, he wouldn't lie. Somehow every time they met it was by the Junk Pile, and whether or not that was flattering, weird, or just strange coincidence was far too much thinking for the Wrecker. Whatever, if the agent liked to roll in random scrap, he wasn't gonna judge. What he WAS going to judge was Blurr's attention span, or lack of it.

"You really need a boyfriend, Blurrk."

You say that so casually, Wheeljack. He approached the other car nonchalantly, none-too-impressed at whatever Blurr was doing at the moment.

[automobile_enthusiast]

[He wasn't the only one scoping out the pile for useful equipment. Ostensibly Knock Out was on the lookout for anything he might be able to use in the construction of Pharma's hands, but parts and medical supplies weren't the only things he was looking for. There were a few items of personal hygiene and comfort that he rather wanted to possess, and it seemed this wasteland was his best chance of finding them.

So he wandered slowly through the piles, scanning here, digging through likely stacks of debris there, moving with blessed ease on his mostly repaired foot. His plating was still in a disgraceful state and there was a whole host of minor internal repairs and recalibrations he needed to make, but at least he wasn't limping any more.

So it was with a good portion of his usual grace that he came around a particularly tall mountain of junk and realized that he wasn't alone out here. He stopped short, watching the slender stranger for a long moment. When the other didn't seem to notice him immediately, he coughed discreetly into his fist.]

Hello there~.

((ooc: action cleared with mun))

[sword_redemption]

Drift was scouting the junk pile for more things that might cheer Pharma up. And the ever-growing list others were requesting he look out for.

And for any threats, because, he hated to admit it, it sure would feel good to be able to do something useful. His kind of useful.

He spotted the blue racer from a distance, changing his path to greet Blurr.

Until he caught a glimpse of the colored device in the other's hand. It could only be--

"Get away from that!"

Drift launched himself at Blurr, determined to separate the racer from what was obviously a detonator.