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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.
dinnerdate: (ooohhh that's what you meant)

[personal profile] dinnerdate 2013-05-19 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just saying that it could happen... Even if you stop it." If Blurr could even stop some bots. He didn't seem all that strong, given his size. He didn't look built for it.

Dead End shakes his head, no Blurr he doesn't like you enough to want to train you. To have to spend that much time with him.

"And your job on the police force?"
dinnerdate: (ooohhh that's what you meant)

[personal profile] dinnerdate 2013-05-29 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, their problem... Until things go wrong.

"It doesn't work that way," he shuffles a bit awkwardly. "You don't have time for it."

How many times does he need to mention that Blurr has another job. That he can't focus on drinks if he has another job. Because it doesn't seem to be getting through to the Autobot.
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dinnerdate: (ooohhh that's what you meant)

[personal profile] dinnerdate 2013-06-22 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"What? What do you mean unlike me?" he questions, wings twitching nervously. No one is supposed to know about him and Rung, not really. Aside from Skids and Knock Out. Anyone else and... well. No one else was supposed to know.

Safety reasons.

"If there was some chaos going on and you were working, you'd leave right? Go off and do police force stuff."

Because if the answer is yes, he think he's made his point.
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[personal profile] dinnerdate 2013-07-29 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Well find someone. You can't do this job with your other ones."

Time or not, there was no way Blur would ever be any good ever when he wasn't completely focused on drinks. It didn't work that way.

And he's going to keep being difficult for those reasons.