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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.]

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Some things can't be helped, Blurr.

Like leaking rust.

"I did not! It's not contagious! Just....gross." He frowns. Hey. It's not like he can help it, okay?

Lies and slander.

Blurr frowns as well but for different reasons. He moves from behind the pile and approaches the other mech. "Notcontagious? Ratchet really found a cure?"

Blurr's going to need a bath and one would do you good as well. Don't stain the cube, he likes that toy. In fact, he gives the cube a brief, longing, look, you didn't notice, right?

"Pharma. Pharma's working on a cure. But Ratchet told me I wasn't contagious."

Ratchet would not lie. If Drift were contagious, Ratchet would have him sealed in a plastic baggie.

And Drift does notice the look. He holds out the cube, embarrassed. Yeah, what do you know? It's plastic. Not plastic explosive.

"Uh. Here. Sorry."

All the Ratchets would do that, no matter what universe they are from, Blurr trust Drift's word. He will have to try to wash that rust away somehow.

Blurr looks just as uncomfortable for a moment but he takes the cube.

"...I like puzzles." He feels the need to justify himself.

True. Ratchets are a universal constant. Slightly terrifying, very, very good at their job.

Drift is the one who needs to justify himself, if anyone does. He offers the cube, holding it as far out from his leaking chassis as he can without popping a shoulder cable.

"I'd never see one. We didn't have these where I came from." Which is a way of saying he's really sorry and he feels really, really stupid. Also, take it before he leaks on it.

Usually grumpy too, but Blurr thankfully gets along with them.

The racer takes it, not really caring about the leaking anymore. If it's not contagious the rest is just a small inconvenience, even if it's a gross one.

"We don't have them in my Cybertron either I saw a little organic playing with it once when I was in Earth That time I wasn't paying much attention and had no idea what the cube could do but I noticed that it didn't detonate any bomb." There's a slightly amused tone in the reply, there he forgives you.

No argument on the gross. At least you don't have to feel yourself liquefying at the same time.

"What does it do?" Other than 'not explode' and 'cause certain robots intense mortification'?

There's that small consolation.

"Well if you move this pieces here..."

Blurr shows what it does with a demonstration. He's rotating the cube probably too fast for Drift's eye to catch though, and in no time all the colors are in the right place.

Drift of course can't follow movement that fast, but he can tell that the color arrangement is different from before to after.

You can't fool him.

Okay you can't fool him twice.

"So. Now what?"

"You mess up the colors and then try to fix the cube again. It's harder than it looks lik TRY IT"

Blurr mix up the colors again and then handles Drift the cube. Good luck, he messed them a lot in a nanosec.

He looks at the cube, rotating the faces. All right. That's white. And that's another white and if he just...turned it this way. And then....

He's aware he's been holding it longer than it took Blurr to solve it.

"It, uh, it is harder than it looks." He hands it back, surrendering.

"I enjoy things that might look simple at first glance but are far more complex than people gives it credit for." That description is like Blurr in a nutshell.

"You said Pharma was working on a cute I'm glad that you found your friend but isn't him the mech that has no hands?"

....except you don't look that simple to Drift. The toy seems more frustrating than fun to him, but, well, that's obviously just him.

"Yes. Pharma. The one with no hands." Don't remind Drift. It makes Pharma crabby and he is really, really hard to cheer up. "But he has help, in Liege Maximo's lab."

That's new then. Rubik's cube can be rather frustrating, Blurr's lucky to have his speed.

"Good good...perhaps we can look around the pile and see if we can find something for him to use." Lockdown uses a hook after all, is not like they need proper hands. "What FirstForged are you linked too?"

"I think he just wants his hands back." A hook. Well, Lockdown has a hook, and Impactor has that harpoon.

"I've been looking for them, here. You know, near where he arrived." Because it would be weird to show up without hands. And it's something to do that might cheer up Pharma.

"Me? Vector Prime. He's the one that stopped this," points at rust, "from killing me." So, Vector Prime? A+!

"How those looks like? Color? Number of fingers?"

Maybe they should to ask Pharma what he thinks about cutlery, Blurr saw a big salad fork in one of the piles.

Blurr blink and then smiles, he moves to show Drift his arm where there's the golden glymph. "I'm familiar with him."

"They look like....hands?" You know, hands. These things. "And dark. I think. I don't know. I don't honestly think he's going to be too picky about color."

"Do you have him in your world?" Uh oh, Blurr, you may be tapping into Drift's Fanboy Side. "I only met him once and...not really sure I made a good impression." You know, 'ohai I'm contagious with a deadly plague maybe you should kill me' doesn't exactly inspire great confidence.

Ey many bots have weird hands, Blurr's just checking. "Alright I will see what I can do I HOPE we find something useful for him around here at some point."

He nods. Yay to fanboy people. "Yes but not like the one here I never would have dreamed about meeting someone like him in person Didyoureallytoldhimthat? I think you made a good enough impression if he didn't hurt you...So...we live in the same temple that's nice." He fails a bit at socializing :|

True. Whirl has some weird caliper things. But most mechs in Drift's world have hands that look like hands.

"I'm hoping someone makes him hands. A medic without hands...," he shakes his head. It sounds awful.

Drift will be a bit dazzled. This was all the land of mythology to him, the Primes, all of this, and many mechs he knew back home had mocked him for even talking of the Knights of Cybertron, much less anything more metaphysical.

"I hope so. But...I don't live there yet. I'm trying to keep an optic on Pharma. I owe him that."

"I can already imagine the cruel jokes." Trust him, he knows a lot about those...Sentinel Prime is his superior.

The FirstForged are mythology to Blurr as well, but thankfully the other mechs in his world were respectful about it. And the Primes...those are more common, in fact.

"It's not like I spend much time in the building either.. Not...not inside at least." He changes into car mode and sleeps outside, he feels less trapped that way. Blurr is looking down, playing with the cube on his hands to avoid meeting Drift's optics. "Can I ask what sort of relationship have you two? "

"...that, too." Drift was imagining more like, you know, the angst at not being able to do his job and help the injured, but sure. Cruel jokes. They'd be pretty bad, too.

"Something wrong with the inside? Vector really picky?" Liege quite possibly has small conniptions every time he sees Drift's rust trail bopping in and out of his palace.

Uh. Wut? "R-relationship? Me and Pharma?" Wow. "He was the head of the medical facility where I got this." You know, the leaking rust thing.

The angst is always a given, sadly, and people also sucks sometimes.

"No nothing wrong I actually like the inside of sir Vector's temple much more than the design of the other temples This one is mostly made of crystal and very open but walls and me just don't get along all that well lately and I don't like to feel trapped I AM SURE you noticed that." Blurr still has to meet Liege, he can't be that bad right?

"AhIsee." And now that you mention the rust, Blurr runs a hand over his stained chestplate. "Does it hurt?"

Truth, my speedy blue friend.

"Yeah. Sorry about that. I really thought...," never mind what he thought. He is not good at thinking.

"It sounds pretty. I should probably visit sometime." But first he has to help Pharma.

"What, this?" He shrugs. "It's...not comfortable. But I've been hurt worse."

At least we won't mock him.

"It's alright don't berate yourself I UNDERSTAND now what were you trying to do Seen in perspective it was really brave Do you always do thing like that for mechs you barely now?" Blurr forgives quickly to those who deserve it don't worry, he won't bring up the issue again.

"Itisreallypretty. Just be careful not to fall down the gorge, saying that it's deep would be an understatement Clearly that temple was designed for someone who can fly." Blurr puts the rubik's cube away, hiding it in one of his pockets, the same place where he keeps the stasis cuff. Don't ask exactly where that is, hammerspace pockets are a thing in the universe where he comes from. Let's say that he moved his hands quickly and now the cube's gone from the view.

"That's a consolation then. Can the rust be cleaned or you will just produce more until this is fixed?"

A-anyone ever tell you you use a lot of words? Like, all the words?

"It's what I do." He means 'try to help people' but it could also apply to 'overreacting with excessive force'.

"I'll try to be careful. It sounds...really welcoming." Except not. But hard to get to for grounders might not be a bad thing.

He shrugs. "I just keep rusting. It just looks bad." And feels bad, but that doesn't matter. Much.

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