[The camera flickers on, and suddenly Optimus. All up in your screen. The big bot is sitting on what might be a couch in his apartment, slouched over a little even though the fact that the space leaves him able to sit back comfortably without needing to hunch. He looks, as always, tired, his movements slow and muffled. He had seen better days once
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The only Transtech we've had any real luck with is Cheetor but he's usually pretty busy. He's head of security and is buried in paperwork most of the time.
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I don't think I caught your name.
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[You might not be Jazz's Optimus but you're still Prime and that means he still defers to you for what's convenient.]
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[Jazz's video disappears as he drops into alt-mode, knowing that likely it's going to be one of the lower zones that he finds the hiding Prime in and wanting to obey the traffic laws for once he'll get a jump start.]
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In the mid-level of Zone Four. [And, since he can't think of a more neutral place...] Do you know the cafe there?
[Give him a moment and he'll splinter down into his own alt mode to head on out himself. Once he's there, he parks himself a short distance down the way along the side of the road, just waiting. He doesn't quite feel like going in just yet. If Jazz is making the effort to come all the way out to see him at a location of his choice, the mech should at least be allowed to pick the seating.]
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//Yup, sure do.//
[He's not far away from there and it only takes him a few minutes to actually get there. Jazz transforms when he reaches the cafe and glances around, looking for the Prime.]
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Hello again. I thought I would give you the opportunity to choose the table, if you'd like.
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Thanks.
[With that Jazz turns and heads into the cafe, picking an out of the way corner where someone is less likely to notice and identify a Prime for who they are.]
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Just curiosity, I haven't had a chance to talk to any of the Tyran Autobots, thought it might be interesting.
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[Once their cubes get to them, he nods his thanks to the server and punctures a corner take his first few sips.]
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[Jazz does the same with his cube, sipping idly as he lounges a bit in his chair.]
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Let's see. [He pauses to think a moment.] I may have met your Ratchet, your Cliffjumper. I've met several of my own. I've met a few from the Primaxian world. None of us speak on any regular basis, though I try to check in with them every now and again. Is that what this world does to people? Push them into a daily grind of work and wages in isolation?
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[Jazz half-nods.]
The Ratchet that wasn't yours was mine, red and white, ran one of the clinics but Cliffjumper isn't mine. [He takes a small drink of his energon.] It seems that way. Most of the time anyone talks it's because something is going down. We're all trying to support ourselves and trying to find a way home at the same time. It doesn't give us much leisure time.
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No, no it doesn't. [It's still not any less depressing now than it was the first time he heard it.] Right out of one mess and into another. I'm sure you've all tried to stay in touch with each other, though. I should consider myself so lucky to have met you in person, I suppose.
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[Sigh]
We try to keep in touch, some of us aren't as close as we were in our own universe and I'll admit it's a little frustrating. [He smiles.] I always have time to hang out. I'm probably the one that should feel honored that you have time.
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