So, an Autobot and a Decepticon walk into a.....um, kitchen...? [Closed]

[notyourblueangel]

WHO: Thundercracker, Blurr
WHERE: Blurr's place
WHEN: Uh, technically the day after this, but we'll say tonight for easy's sake...
WHAT: Blurr's gonna teach Thundercracker to cook with energon.  Or anyway...that's the idea.
WARNINGS: None


Thundercracker stood outside of Blurr's home.  He'd only been here once before, months ago now.  Movie Night, Blurr had called it.  There'd been others - it was a party.  Blurr had served Cybertronian edibles.  Thundercracker hadn't even known one could cook with energon!  He'd asked the Autobot to show him how.  Blurr'd said he would.

Then Stuff. Happened.  Getting changed into a griffon...ghosts throughout Haven...Tarn...Megatron...the Air Show...the foray to the Badlands...Rung and Ambulon and Chromedome...Tarn again, taking him down...his second trip to the Badlands...just to pull what he could from the top of his processor.

But things had finally, apparently, calmed down.  At least for a moment.  And the Seeker was taking advantage of the reprieve to make good on that offer from months ago.

He suspected they could both use the downtime.  He rang the bell.

Comments

[raceme]

"Get used to what?" Blurr's still hovering mid air when he blinks and looks at Thundercracker. He's used to use his flying at home and he gets oblivious about it from time to time.

"Ah, I understand. I was lucky ^{and the War} ended in my world sooner than most so I had more free time. Granted, not all that much I was always off planet in a mission or another. I liked it that way." He likes traveling and that's another reason why he feels so trapped in this planet.

[notyourblueangel]

Thundercracker smirks at the look on Blurr's face, a low snicker escaping. "A grounder who doesn't keep his feet on the ground. Though you seem to have gotten the hang of this anti-grav thing pretty well."

He thinks about the rest of what Blurr says, thinking he remembers Blurr telling him once that the war was over on his world. "You preferred being off-planet? Still war-devastated, or…?" Since he can't imagine any other reason anyone wouldn't rather be home.

[raceme]

"Oh, you meant...!" That gets a laugh from Blurr. "I didn't kept my wheels on the ground when I couldn't fly either. One day I will tell you about that time I crossed all the galaxy ricocheting from asteroid to asteroid until I got to Cybertron." Boy, wasn't that tiring..."I still need more practice, specially with landings. Mostly, I have to learn how to land on my feet instead of my face."

Blurr leaves a pair of moulds and the some spoons on the table. "No, I liked it home. The planet was fine since the War ended so many centuries ago. But I liked to explore, learn about new planets. I have trouble staying in a place for long. I like moving. It's different here, though. And what about you?"

[notyourblueangel]

Thundercracker’s optics brighten in surprise. “You crossed…the whole…!?”

He shakes his head, making note to definitely ask about that later. For now, though, he goes a bit quiet, thinking about the question. "I'd love to go home, but it's not exactly possible, even without the fact of being stuck here. My Cybertron is still decimated and almost entirely dead. There are a handful of Autobots still holed up in places, I think. Some Decepticons – mostly Shockwave and his drone guards. The rest are just Empties . . . however many of those are even left anymore. Earth's too fragging flat for my tastes, but at least there are plenty of resources for making energon."

[raceme]

"Itsareallylongstory" And it doesn't have a nice ending. "I arrived here no longer after that happened."

It always makes Blurr's spark tighten when he learns about another Cybertron that was consumed by war. He's never sure how to answer to that and while he tries to cover up the upset feeling he can't quite help it."OS there's no place you could call Home?"

[notyourblueangel]

Thundercracker thinks about that for a moment . . . and offers a small, wry grin. "Here. Haven." He shrugs. "Back in my own Timestream, though? No, not really. Our base is currently a sunken spaceship at the bottom of an ocean, but it's not really . . . 'home,' if that makes any sense. It's just where we live and operate out of."

'Home' for him, if there's any such place on all of Cybertron, was devastated a very, very long time ago.