raceme: (Smile!)
Blurr ([personal profile] raceme) wrote in [community profile] re_alignment_logs2013-05-06 03:52 pm

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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.
robotfightclub: (That one staring icon)

[personal profile] robotfightclub 2013-05-10 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
"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.
robotfightclub: (Looking off to the side)

[personal profile] robotfightclub 2013-05-11 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Try bad since day one. I don't think I've ever had a good day."

Arcee takes the cube of energon rather quickly, almost greedy. She doesn't hesitate to begin downing it, the only thing keeping her from chugging it down like some sort of animal is her pride.
robotfightclub: (Even more sad face)

omg that fake tag

[personal profile] robotfightclub 2013-05-12 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
There's a small, forced laugh as she places the cube down for a moment. Her expression stays down, her gaze only on her drink.

"You think it would."
robotfightclub: (Haha I'm dying)

ksdjgkdgj

[personal profile] robotfightclub 2013-05-12 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Another little, forced chuckle.

"Funny thing is, no. You do everything you can to keep the team together, but without a reason to even have a team, it falls apart anyway. I guess that's just the way it is. Still hurts..."
robotfightclub: (Needs more sad face)

[personal profile] robotfightclub 2013-05-12 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Wish I knew what to do with myself, I'm open for suggestions. I guess after fighting in a war for so long, it's all you really know. I'm not used to these...slow periods."

She vents a sigh. Apparently Arcee's some sort of sad drunk.

"I still want to fight, I'm never going to stop fighting. I just need a purpose again."