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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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     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.

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.

     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."

"Yes, that's my name." Blurr stared for a moment and then he gave the other mech a soft smile.

"Probably not the one you know, though. I was never a racer, in case you are going to ask me that. Can I ask your name?" He kept talking as he looked inside a cabinet for the right sort of cube.

"Ah, yeah... I kind of figured..." He tried not to look embarrassed at that, but he supposed it wasn't anything new. How many times had he been called Rodimus around here, after all?

"Name's Hot Rod," the Autobot replied.

"Ah! But of course! I should have known." Blurr's smile got more brighter as he finally could tell who the other bot was supposed to be. "I know a Rodimus, he's the commander of Team Athenia. He renamed himself, though. Itsnicetomeetyou."

His mouth quirked slightly at that. "Yeah, I've heard that name a lot," he said, an admission with the faint weariness of one who's been accidentally called such more times than he'd care for.

"Nice to meet you too, though. It's a little weird running into faces with the same names but still aren't the ones you know, but I guess around here, that happens a lot."

Blurr mixed a light blue cube and a right pink one and finally but the new drinks in front of Hot Rod, hoping he got the right grade.

"Yes it is. I_{get used to it by now,} it's been so many months since I arrived here. Are you new?"

     "Thanks." Hot Rod eyed the drink, picking it up. He paused, glancing up at Blurr upon that question.

     "...ah, not...exactly? I've been here before. Briefly."

     That sounded about right, anyway, from what he recalled.

For a moment Blurr wondered if the reason why Hot Rod hesitated it was because of how the drink looked. He was still learning to be a proper bartender but that was an easy mix. He didn't screw it up, right?

"You did? Perhaps it was before I arrived then."

     "I don't really know exactly how long ago it was. From what I've got in talking to others, it doesn't seem like it was, though."

     Hot Rod tapped the edge of the cube with a finger in thought.

     "...when I first arrived, I didn't have one of those glyph things."

Blurr out a hand on his hips and tilted his head. "I talked to an organic that said the same, yet no one remembered him."

At the mention of the glyph Blurr's posture straightens again and he looks slightly tense. His own mark changed recently and he's worried about it. "Yeah n...no one us had one before."

"I haven't seen anyone that I remember from the last time, at least not yet. Maybe I should ask around."

He glanced at the white mark on his arm. "I...remember there was a big fuss about it. It was one of the first things Ultra Magnus asked me about. And I wasn't the only one without one at the time..."

"Some months ago new mechs arrived here and neon of them had a glyph. Eventually their lost their mind and started to attack others. Those mark protect us from Unicron's power."

Blurr avoided Hot Rods eyes and then looked at his own glyhp. It got more solid and vivid since he arrived and it also increased in size. It worried him but he had yet to talk with one of the FirstForged about it.

     Hot Rod had been about to finally take a drink from his cube, but he hesitated again once Blurr spoke up again. The cube rested with a light clunk on the counter as he looked down, optics thinning slightly.

     "...so that part was real too..."

     He'd kind of been hoping they were part of whatever data glitches he'd been experiencing ever since he woke up here.

Blurr was startled but he cover it quickly with a nod.

"Yes, sorry to bring the bad news. There was a Rodimus here before you, the one from Ultra Magnus and Rung's reality. They were pretty close." And Magnus had to kill him. It was not something nice to remember.

"Yeah, I think I remember talking to him briefly." It was a strange experience.

Hot Rod shook his head. "So...what happened? To everyone that had didn't have a glyph." He hesitated to ask, but he had to know.

"Magnus is now gone too..." Blurr missed him a lot, and it shown. The bot rubbed the back of his helm before answering.

"They succumbed to Unicron's power, went mad and started to attack everyone. We had to put an end to it. That's why I made a graveyard, the FirstForged couldn't bring them back."

     That was obviously news to him. "Wait, what? Ultra Magnus isn't here anymore?" Such would explain why Hot Rod hadn't heard from him since he'd come back, but it was still a little upsetting. Even though it was a different Ultra Magnus than the one he knew, Hot Rod had been able to connect fairly easily with him. He'd been someone to trust.

     The other Autobot slumped a bit in his seat, his drink all but forgotten in his hand, even as he stared down at it. "...I think that happened to me too. I...remember attacking some of the others. And Magnus- we tried to keep me locked up so I couldn't do it again, but...I broke free."

     He shook his head again.

     "I didn't want to hurt anyone else, so I tried to get myself away from the Haven, as far as I could..."

"He disappeared a few days ago. We looked everywhere and tried to contact him without any luck." Blurr felt like he needed a drink too. Too bad he was working and he wouldn't allow himself to have one.

"And after that you forgot about this place? You had been lost since then?"

     "....great."

     Hot Rod seemed a bit bummed about that news. So much for getting in touch with Ultra Magnus. He finally focused on the cube before him before trying some. It was a mild but welcome jolt to his system.

     "-no. I..." He trailed off for a moment, optics narrowing. He remembered the looming shadow of the Firstforged, the massive hammer as it was swung down. The young Autobot jerked back into the present with a gasp.

     "-I was killed..."

"You were one of those who arrived without a glyph?" Blurr looks softened, knowing very well what happened to them. He had to kill a few of them himself, it was a dark time for everyone.

"I'm sorry, I id not know."

He nodded slowly, turning the cube in hand before he lifted it to finish off its contents.

"Nah, don't worry about it. It's not your fault. From what you said, it seems like none of us were expected to come back. And yet here I am, and I'm not sure why...."

Blurr's hand is already reaching out to put another cube in front of Hot Rod. He thinks the bot could use a few more drinks.

"Did you try asking your FirstForged about it?"

It hadn't been his plan to drink too much, but given the turn of things, maybe another round or two couldn't hurt.

Hot Rod forced a laugh. "You say that like I should know how things work around here. I wasn't under the impression that you could just up and talk to them."

Middle of the Night!

Middle of the Night~

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