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[raceme]

WHO: Blurr and whoever
WHERE: The bar
WHEN: Afternoon - night.
WHAT: There's different options, check below c:
WARNINGS: None!

The more he looked, the more he discovered, the clearer it was that Magnus was nowhere to be found. That Saber was gone and that his room was empty again because his roommate went missing too. Blurr got as close to the badlands as he could looking for them but he came back to the Haven alone each time.

He wanted to explore further but due to all the recent events he was always afraid of leaving for too long. There was always some problem or another. Barricade told him that he had to reduce his stress levels and Blurr, for once, tried to listen. He worked at the bar almost each night now, trying to keep his mind occupied.

[At the bar - Middle of the night]

Drinks, drinks and more drinks. When Blurr was not mixing drink or cleaning, he was juggling cubes at a very high speed to increase his reflexes. He still needed some more practice mixing different grades of energon but at least nothing exploded anymore.

[Closing - late night]

Fun was over and it was time to restock the bar, clean and make sure that those who were too overcharged could find their way out. Blurr rubbed his helm, tired, and looked around. Then up. Then he frowned.

How that cube got stuck to the ceiling he had no idea but it was going to be a pain to get out. Even while standing on the counter and stretching his arms he was too short to reach it.

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[dinnerdate]

Dead End wasn't exactly fond of Blurr, sure the Autobot had mentioned previously that he'd like to be friends, but he found that hard to believe. People never wanted to be his friend, and those that had become one hadn't outright stated that was what they wanted. There had to be some reason as to why he'd say that. Had to be.

And the mech was part of the police force to top it off. That had to be a big reason why he wanted to be friends. He'd broken into Cliffjumper's room and his diet... It had to be the police thing.

And after countless times doing his best to avoid the other, he found himself working with him. Working with a bot that didn't really look to know what they were doing.

"You're mixing that wrong..."

[raceme]

He wanted to be friends with Dead End, at least he did try. But the other mech had a hard time trusting him and Dead End's confession about his eating habits didn't sit all that well with Blurr.

Right now he didn't mind the other bot but he wasn't trying to befriend him anymore because he got the hint that he was unwanted. Pity, he wished to know more about Rung's other half.

"A..am I?" Blurr stared at the cubes he hold in each hand, wondering what was he doing wrong this time. "But they have a similar color spectrum, they should mix well."

[dinnerdate]

The Decepticon simply shock his head, "It's not that easy."

This wasn't just about matching colours, it was about taste and just how things were mixed. The methods, the motions. Making drinks was a very specific process, or at the very least making them perfectly - to Dead End - was a specific process.

"You can't just go by colour." Too much of a chance in that, with no guarantee that it'll come out tasting great.

[raceme]

"I know it's not just the color I'm notstupid." He wasn't all that ignorant about drinks. "But those have a similar grade, they should at least mix and not feel disgusting. ....right?"

He wasn't so certain at the end, mostly because the way Dead End was explaining himself, as if Blurr just did something terrible. Getting a lecture from a Decepticon was more than a bit weird.

[originaldragoon]

It wasn't very often that Rose came to the Bar. But every now and then even she got tired of feeling like a hermit and would want to socialize with other people. That, and it was late and she did not quite feel like traveling back to her room at Maximo's temple.

She went up to the human size section of the bar, and watched Blurr juggle the cubes.

"That is quite impressive."

[raceme]

He did not notice the human lady at first, his attention focused on the cubes. When she spoke, Blurr looked around and then down until he spot her, all the time still throwing and catching the cubes. Mixing drinks was something he had to work on, but juggling was easier because it was fast and precise.

"Thank you a lot, miss. It's something I learned to do to keep me entertained during long missions."

[originaldragoon]

Rose nodded and gave a slight smile.

"Understandable. You are quite good, so I take it you had several long missions?"

[raceme]

He smiled further, taken aback by all the praising. "Yes, in many different planets. You should have seen me trying to do this in those planets with an unusual type of atmosphere. There was that one time when one rock ended stuck on my back..."

He stops juggling and puts the cubes down, the eight of them. Then he leans forward to see her better. "But I should be doing my job. What can I do for you?"

[needlefingers]

Ahh, the bar. Always a nice place to go and relax for a while. Sure Chromedome didn't have his legion of drinking buddies like the ones he had on the lost light, but he figured he could make do with Blurr. Poor guy seemed so high strung that he made Chromedome's head ache.

He sauntered in and quickly located Blurr at the bar. Walking over to the counter, he tapped it lightly to get the bartender's attention.

"Hey, fancy seeing you here!"

[raceme]

Blurr was organizing the energon cubes by high grades and then in alphabetical order. He was so focused on the task that he almost jumped out of his skin when the other bot spoke.

"OhAhHello!" He approached the counter, smiling. "It's nice to finally meet you in person Chromedome. You are thirsty, I take it?"

[needlefingers]

"Naturally!"

He gave a good-natured laugh and sat down. "Why don't you fix yourself something too and sit with me for a bit? I definitely don't mind the company."

[raceme]

"Are you sure?" He looks around the bar. It's still early and there's no one else but them right now. "Okay but not high grade for me, I am supposed to be the responsible one."

Time to fetch them some cubes. Chromedome's is way pinkier than the one Blurr chose for himself. "How are you coping with all this new reality?"

Late night!

[wherenobotsgone]

Skyfire didn't go to the bar very often, much less stay until it was so late. But, sometimes, it did happen. It was a combination of circumstances, really. Part of it was that he didn't have much else to do. Another part was that it made him feel nostalgic, in a way; it was almost like before the war, when he was still in his own planet and not at war and could use his own free time to go for a drink if he felt like it. It also helped that his size made it very easy to hold his high-grade.

So he was still quite sober when he finally decided that it was getting late and he should probably go back to Trion's temple. He was on his way out when he saw Blurr looking up at the cube on the ceiling.

"Need help with that?"

Late night it is :3

[raceme]

Blurr was so focused on getting that cube out of the ceiling that he missed the other mech approaching. An unusual thing to miss, considering Skyfire's size. The racer was standing on his tiptoes, the pointy tip of his wheels were the only part of his feet on the counter.

"AH!" The question startled him and Blurr lost his balance, arms flailing as he felt himself falling back.

[wherenobotsgone]

"Ah - sorry!"

Skyfire rushed forward and held out his arm to try and catch Blurr. Well. So much for good intentions...

"I didn't mean to startle you," he apologized. "I just... ah, I could reach that cube for you."

[raceme]

Blurr blinked in confusion when he did not hit the ground as he was expecting. Then he let go a relieved sigh and looked up at Skyfire. "Thank you, that was close. Ididnthearyoucoming."

Closing~ This okay?

[winged_knight]

Wing is at the bar less and less these days: it just doesn't feel the same without the resounding tones of Soundwave's presence. There's a vacancy now, a hollow echo, that just doesn't sound right with him not here. The mech had been one of Wing's first friends when they'd all arrived here and his loss has weighed more heavily than most.

Thankfully Wing have made friends with more than just Soundwave when he arrived. He'd promised Blurr that he'd stop into the bar and lend a hand now that they were short staffed again. Law Committee business had kept the knight from arriving during the rush, but he knows closing up is some of the hardest and least rewarding work of running this establishment.

He slips in quietly, just in case there are still overcharged mechs with sensitive audio receptors lying about, looking about for the bluebot.

Closing~ of course :D

[raceme]

Blurr was feeling the vacancy as well and overworking himself was his usual coping mechanism. He tried to keep his mind occupied and at the same time do something non life threatening.

Cleaning was not life threatening, but not all that fun either. He managed to unstick the cube from the ceiling and now was rearranging the tables into their right positions. Symmetrical and organized, like Magnus liked it. It was taking Blurr a lot due to his smaller size and he was usefully trying to stand back up a table that was turned over at some point.

:3

[winged_knight]

The more you work, the less you think about the things that are troubling you, right? Well Wing's certainly been here long enough now that there are too many reminders in everyday life of the people he's lost.

But that's why it's so important to honor, support and enjoy the company of those that remain.

Wing sees Blurr and what he's doing--it's familiar, because he's done the same thing. He may not be as much of a stickler for order as Magnus, but he does like things to have their place.

"It gets raucous in here sometimes, doesn't it?" He grins from the door: a smile, tired but true. "Let me help you with that."

Middle of the Night!

[young_upstart]

     It had been relatively uneventful ever since he'd found himself back in this place, at least by far in comparison to the last time, from what he recalled. He hadn't like what he'd remembered.

     Part of him wanted to believe it had been some really weird dream, and he wouldn't have minded if this too was a part of it, because then he'd be where he was supposed to be, and not...here. And yet here Hot Rod was. The fate of his friends and potentially his homeworld were at stake and here he was walking into a bar.

     He vaguely remembered this place too, from the last time he had supposedly been here. Perhaps that was why he gravitated towards a somewhat familiar spot. Maybe he'd feel better after a drink.

Middle of the Night~

[raceme]

Blurr was getting rid of the empty energon cubes when Hot Rod arrived. He smiled up at the other mech, even thought he didn't recognize him. The colors were vaguely familiar to him but it was clear that he was not from Blurr's reality.

"Good ^{night sir} how can I ^help you?" One day Blurr will learn how not to talk so fast. Today was not that day.

[young_upstart]

     Hot Rod lifted his head to glance over at the one manning the bar. Even though the tone was a little different from what he was used to, there was only one bot he knew that spoke so speedily. The name was out before he could stop himself.

     "Blurr..?"

     And even if it wasn't the one he knew, he could definitely some similarities. He tried not to look too disappointed, forcing a smile. "-ah... Maybe nothing too strong to start off."

[robotfightclub]

There was really no denying that Arcee needed a drink every now and then. This new Cybertron was against her from the start, what with coming into the nice news of Optimus's demise. The longer her stay, the more things fell apart.

It was nice to have something to turn to during those hard times.

She doesn't say much as she makes her way over to the bar, despite her habit of making fun of Blurr over the comm. This was business, after all. Simply business.

"Hey."

That's it.

[raceme]

It's more than some mechs say. More than a few come to the bar to forget about what's outside. Blurr nods, smiling briefly, and only has one question.

"What grade of energon would you like?"

[robotfightclub]

"Whatever's strong enough to make me forget my own name."

It'd just be nice to have some time to relax and not worry about everything. If she can get drunk off her aft, then bring it on.