A very large white Autobot with wings steps into Pyro's Bar; leaning lightly on Skyfire's arm is a silver-toned Autobot female. Though she keeps her step steady, the exhaustion and worse on her face is apparent to those who care to look
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OOC: For any Blogs characters that might have followed in and vaguely remember this journal that had a brief stint there... I took the character and rebooted her. She looks and sounds the same, but has a different name and is from a different universe.
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He looks frankly curious. "I see Pyro's opened up his hiring policies a bit. Used to be everyone that worked here were his old war buddies. How's it working out?"
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She quirks an optic ridge at Frostbite's question. "I'm sorry, but no. I'm Sashay. I take it there's someone who looks like me running around with that name?" She slides a Tarn Black Nova over to the other car-femme, then grabs a stool to perch on on her side of the bar. She's no minibot, but Skyfire and Frostbite are definitely much taller than her.
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A thought occurs to him, and he looks a bit concerned. "Forgive me for prying, but before you get too far into that, do you have any particular place to go from here? If not, you're welcome to stay at our Autobot City."
Rodimus takes in everyone. What's another Frostbite?
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She is still an Autobot after all, and most Autobots tend to frown on those drinks.
"The multiverse is an odd, odd place from what I'm finding out. Except for the name, she sounds very much like me. I used to be a dancer myself, before the war started, and that's what I usually do here. I haven't been on the Ark, though. It's still missing in my home universe." And that little tidbit dates her to sometime in the millions of years during the Great Shutdown... "I've heard of what happened to it from some of the folks passing through here, but their reawakening is still a long ways off at home."
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From the pile of twisted limbs that comes flying through the door, that's exactly what appears to have happened.
"You're back! You're back, You're back, You're back, You're back!" a red Seeker crows cheerfully as she sprawls across the length of a rather recognizable white body tumbled to the floor underneath her. A matching Seeker, this one in black - are those red Autobrands emblazoned on her wings? And blue optics?? - strolls through the door shortly after to stand over the tangled pair, an eager, if somewhat restrained, smile plastered across her features.
"You have returned, have you not, Ratchet?" the black Seeker asks in a hopeful, and oddly familiar, voice as she peers anxiously down. "You have been sorely missed..."
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--then the commotion at the door catches his attention and he half-rises from his stool. "Ratchet?" he asks hopefully.
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"Whoa! Slow down there, Strata!" he commands, shaking his head, hands coming up to rest on her shoulders. "Barely back from the dead two hours, and you're trying to put me right back there! Can't a mech even get a slagging drink before he gets tackled?"
His voice is teasing, despite the words, and there's a grin threatening to burst out across his features.
"Missed a lot of folks back here, too, Photon," he adds softly, giving up on suppressing the smile.
He doesn't seem to be going anywhere for the moment, tackled as he is, and so gives a quick once over across the bar - it sure looks different upside down - smile widening as his attention is drawn by that soft call of his name.
"Skyfire! Good to see you! Frostbite! Hey, when did you ditch the wings?"
Yeah. It's good to be back.
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"It's a Tarn Black Nova, and coming right up." As she gets to work on Frostbite's order, she pitches her voice over to the newcomers. "You three want anything?"
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"Doors, by the way," he adds studiously blandly, as if continuing an old joke - which he is, really, just with the wrong mech. "Wings support one in flight. Right girls?"
He accepts the hand Photon extends to him to haul himself back to his feet, giving himself an all over shake before making his way over and taking the seat on the other side of Skyfire. Perhaps Skyfire, intently scruitinizing the former CMO, might notice a new air of... calm that seems to permeate the white mech. Outwardly, though, there is no obvious sign of the trauma he has undergone, left behind ( ... )
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"She is totally not lubricated enough for me to get in the middle of that, Pop. You're on your own," Strata observes, climbing back to her feet. Her expression brightens, though, and she launches herself forward in another "attack-pounce", landing with her arms wrapped around Skyfire's shoulders from behind.
"And you're back, too! Been dull without you and you-know-who around!" she beams, hugging him for a long moment before dropping to take the seat between Photon and Ratchet.
"Nice to meet you, new-Frostbite. I'm Strata, this is Photon. And we'll just have a couple of high grades, please," she chirps to Sashay.
// SHIFTER!!! Come to Pyro's for a drink! Ratchet's back and we're celebrating!!! // Strata radios the Decepticon Eurofighter.
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