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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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"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."

The cubes aren't the most high grade they have, Blurr is benign careful not to get people too drunk unless they really want to be.

"Oh sorry. You technically can do that. Some are more easy to reach than others but most of them respond, specially if you ask about your own FirstForged."

Well, at least that was one less thing to worry about. Hot Rod had no intention of getting drunk, at least not on purpose.

"Seriously? I guess that's useful to know. I...just have no idea what you mean by my own Firstforged."

That was really good because Blurr didn't know where Hot Rod slept and it would be hard to help him get home if he were drunk.

"All of use wear a mark that is the symbol of a FirstForged." Blurr points to his arms. His glyph is solid gold and has a purple outline. "Vector is mine. What colors is your glyph?"

"Huh." Hot Rod tilted his head as he looked at the other bot's glyph. At least Blurr's was colorful!

"It's just white," he said as he tapped his own arm where the glyph stood out against his bright paint job.

Very. It go the purple outline recently, Blurr was still trying to figure out why.

"OH! White is Prima~ One of the most powerful FirstForged. Megatronus doesn't like him much so be careful if you meet him." McCrane learned that the hard way.

"Prima...." he repeated thoughtfully. "Uh- wait, Megatronus? As in Megatron?" With a name like that, the warning was a little unnecessary. Too bad he didn't catch the names the last time he'd spoken to them, otherwise he would have realized he'd already spoken to the two. It wasn't a pleasant conversation anyway.

"Yes, like that. But he's the one who came first and he's probably tired of people making that association." Blurr wasn't sure if that bothered the Firsforged, and frankly he couldn't care less. They didn't had the best sort of relationship.

"O-oh, I see. Well, it's not like we can help it." They hadn't had the best experiences with Megatron, after all, and with a name like that, all the more reason to be wary.

"No, we can't. But let's not talk about him." Too many bad memories. "What did you use to do in your world? The Hot Rod I know is the leader of a special team."

     Hot Rod nodded, not really feeling like pursuing any topic on Decepticons anyway.

     "Me? I..." He paused. "...I really didn't do much of anything, nothing specific like that." That hurt to admit once he realized it. All he did was goof off and get in the way...

     Get Optimus killed...

"Ah. Can I ask you something? It might sound weird but Did the war end in your world with the Autobot's victory? Because so far it seem that it only happened in mine." And frankly, it was a rather depression realization.

"Huh?" He lifted his head, jerking out of his own thoughts.

"...so far as I'm aware, we're still at war back home," Hot Rod replied, shaking his head. "The Decepticons have overrun Cybertron, they nearly demolished Autobot City back in earth... And now on top of that, we have Unicron to deal with."