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[backupbots]

There’s a smallish Transformer in the dressing room - smallish, as in little taller than a human, though all his jet-mode kibble makes his frame much heavier. His armour’s predominantly grey and pale purple… except for an area starting at the bottom of his torso and spreading up across the front of his shoulders, where the paint is blackened and

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[random_xtras]

Blue optics peer at him uncertainly from the darkened doorway to one of the other rooms, then vanish, only to reappear further back inside the room as if the the person walked away, but can't stop watching him. Whoever it is is only about sixteen foot tall and runs very quietly.

[backupbots]

The flash of blue catches his optic, and he peers at the dark opening with some genuine trepidation, trying to guess what kind of bot he's drawn. "Hello?" he calls, weakening his voice to sound gentler. "Is someone there?"

[random_xtras]

Silence answers him as the optics seem to cringe and back away further.

[backupbots]

"Hey, you can come out, you know. Promise I-" He cuts off with a wince and dims his optic band halfway, leaning more heavily on the furniture. If it's a medic, he needs them out in the open. If not... he's still curious.