[video- action]

[raceme]

[The video starts on the medbay with Blurr half lying half sitting on a berth, looking fairly confused. When he speaks he still sounds tired but he tries to smile for a brief moment.]

Greetings, everyone.

I’m finally awake, sorry if I worried anyone. Could someone tell me what is going on?

[To explain Blurr’s confused face, there happens to be a group of small glowing bugs perched on the spike of his head, like birds lined up on a power line. Some bugs are also on the top of his pointy shoulders and a really small one is lazily sitting on his chest.

On the background, Blurr’s turbofox is chasing the glowing bugs around the medbay and making a mess of things.]

Comments

[cliffjumper]

[Wincing in reaction and wordless apology as Blurr complains from the noise he inadvertently made, and holds up his hands.]

Sorry... [Cliffjumper clears his vocaliser with a cough, trying not to grin after that, however, and gestures to his own helm, between the horns where Blurr's backwards-facing spike would be if he had it.]

Uhm. Right here. They ain't doin' anything but sittin' there though.

[He tries to make the ressurance serious, but there's a chuckle underlying the words. The bugs are annoying, yeah, and he certainly doesn't want them on his sensory horns, but it's still amusing.]

[raceme]

No it's fin...there! EEehhh [Blurr flicks his hands around, trying to shoo the bugs away. BLEH, bugs P:]

Don't laughhhh.[Whine, whine whine... They're in his headspike, it's more than annoying. It's a , er, private place.]

[cliffjumper]

Pfft, sorry. [Cliffjumper waves his hands himself, mostly as a jokingly warding-off gesture, but partly to add some movement to discourage the bugs to land on him (or worse, his horns) when Blurr disturbs them from their perch.]

I wouldn't want 'em on my horns either, so, uh... get ya.

[raceme]

right. You look so very sorry. [Blurr huffs. At least most of the bugs have found new places to go than his spike.]

Ah, yours is..... you know...too?

[cliffjumper]

[Cliffjumper shrugs, his grin somewhat unrepentant even as he casts a suspicious glare around the room for the bugs and where they are. Then he sort of squints at Blurr as he looks over.]

What..? Sensitive, yeah. Got a bunch of sensory eqiupment I use to 'see' [it wasn't exactly seeing, but close enough for a simple word to use] in altmode, an' since they're covered when I'm transformed, they sorta need to be finely tuned.

[Shrugging, Cliffjumper crosses his arms, looking a bit grumpy.]

Not that they can't take... ya know, a casual touch or two, but I still don't want anything and everything touchin' 'em.

[raceme]

[They are currently on the ceiling, the medical tools, the berths...the view would make Ambulon cry in anger.]

Mine is still visible when I am in car mode. I don't use it to see n-no...['Seeing' and being aware of his environment is not exactly what Blurr was thinking when he said that his headspike was sensitive, definitely not.]

I understand. Specially because not many people touch them properly. I can't tell how many people have thought that yanking it would be fun. And some humans seemed to think it was a radio antenna when I was on Earth.

[Those were some really unfortunate incidents.]

[cliffjumper]

[At least the bugs aren't on them (or their respestive horns/spike) though, and that's good enough for Cliffjumper.]

Ugh. Luckily haven't had many go around tweakin' mine or anything, but that must be annoyin' as scrap.

[Well, just because he uses them in altmode to percieve his surroundings doesn't mean they're not very sensitive if they get touched directly~]

Humans never fraggin' know when they oughta keep their hands to themselves.

[It's less vehement than it could be, but there's a great degree of voice of experience, right there.]

[raceme]

[It's really an improvement.]

It was but I couldn't change back or run away because I was being controlled at the time, I had to deal with it.

[That sort of things are always useful to know. Share it with Blurr, Cliff.]

You tell me.

[Blurr wonders about it. He looks concerned.] You had problems with them as well?

[cliffjumper]

[No, why would he want to share that!? If you want to know how sensitive they are, Blurr, touch them yourself! Not something CJ here is going to reveal beyond what he's already said.]

... Controlled?

[Cliffjumper shivers and grimaces, folding his arms over his chestplates.]

An' nah, not... exactly. We've had enough humans threatenin' to dismantle us, or actually doin' it, to last well over a lifetime, though.

[raceme]

[He's not going to go around touching other bot's horns, that's rude. This is why he ask if it's okay to touch certain parts or not.]

Yes, by a man called Master Disaster. He used a remote control to force me to participate on the Street Demon races, apparently it contained a fragment of the AllSpark.

[Those were some really bad times. He even hurt some humans during the races, even if he couldn't control it. Blurr shift on his seat, uncomfortable.]

The threats are just as unpleasant.

[cliffjumper]

[Respect for other's personal space is good!]

... Ugh. The slag some people come up with! [Cliffjumper snarls, engine thrumming with the sound. He reaches out to squeeze Blurr's shoulder and shakes his helm.]

Yeah, they are. Especially when they can easily become reality by the hands of a human who got set on revenge on all cybertronians, no matter that it was Shockwave who got her fragged up.

[He should probably be more understanding of Circuit Breaker's circumstances, and while he can sort of understand, when he and his are getting hurt and Josie made no differences between the Decepticons who hurt her and others, and the Autobots who tried to keep that from happening? Yeah, then he ran out of sympathy rather fast.]

[raceme]

[Everyone should have it!

Blurr is both surprised by the anger and touched. He gives the red bot a shy smile in return.] It's over now, it's also better not to think about it. Sorry to bother you with past problems.

[You get a blink and a confused stare for that.] Come again?

[cliffjumper]

Hey, it ain't bothering, and over or not, that sucks slag and ain't right! [Cliffjumper growls but quickly reins his rattling displeasure in at the confusion.]

Oh, there was this woman, Josephine Beller, who worked for a guy who had a really advanced... for humans back then, anyway, oil rig. Shockwave attacked it to get the oil, and she was hurt. Ended up paralysed.

[His optics dim slightly as he speaks, crossing his arms.]

She was smart though, and made herself some sorta suit. Allowed her to fly, shoot electricity and disrupt circuitry. [Cliffjumper pauses for a moment, optics widening slightly as he gives Blurr a look.] And like I said, she didn't make distinction between us and the Decepticreeps.

[raceme]

No, it wasn't. I'm just glad it's over. [Blurr was wary about male humans for the longest time before he got to know them more. Most of the one he met in this universe are rather nice.]

Hm. Many races out there sees us just as giant war machines, humans are not the only ones who do that. I'm sorry if he hurt you.

[cliffjumper]

[Cliffjumper huffed, but nodded; over was over.]

Others more than me, but yeah. [He waves a hand dismissively; he'd personally had more issues with anything related to the Underbase, not Circuit Breaker, even if anything affecting the Autobots was sort of "personal".]

If it's different, it's dangerous. [Not hard to understand the sentiment, but slag it all.] Especially as something mechanoid can't be sentient now can it?

[Cliffjumper just snorts and throws a glance down at the floor, shaking his helm.] Primus save us from that sorta stupidity...

[raceme]

How did it end? Is she still alive or...? [He can't help but wonder how that whole mess ended.]

Some of us have the same mentality. Or worse, some thing that if it's weaker than use it must be conquered or destroyed, we are hardly without fault.

Back in my world Sentinel was paranoid about organics and many mechs were disgusted with them.

[cliffjumper]

Circuit Breaker? As far I know, yeah. Apparently she an the other Neo Knights were on Cybertron helpin' in the fight against Unicron... I assume they got back to Earth, too, but that was fifteen years ago.

[Shrugging, Cliffjumper has to reluctantly admit the second point, tilting his head in a nod and crossing his arms as he leans back against the berth again.]

Well, the first that's usually the idea Decepticons got. The latter... Organic scrap is kinda disgusting sometimes, but that doesn't mean it doesn't got the right to live.

[Paranoid, though? It was just... organics. That just gets Blurr a incredulous stare. This Sentinel must have been odd.]

[raceme]

[Confusion is back on Blurr's face, but he thinks it's better not to pry and ask what are the Neo Knights and what was happening with Unicron. He doesn't want to bother Cliffjumper further.]

Yes, I know. Not gonna lie, certain organics things disgusted me when I first arrived to Earth but you get used to it after a while.

[Oh boy, Sentinel wasn't the only one. Most of his issues were due to what happened to Elita-1 though, he got that as a excuse. ] I'm not lying about that. Most of Cybertronian in my world thought humans were infectious.

[cliffjumper]

[Hey, Cliffjumper would explain if Blurr asked, he doesn't mind, but it's hard to tell what Blurr's confused over when he doesn't ask, so while Cliffjumper's upper optic edges briefly go up in silent question, he doesn't say anything about that.]

Hey, I'm pretty okay with humans and Earth, but somethings are still kinda disgusting after more than ten years, and I I gotta say I prefer Cybertron to that mudball. It ain't easy goin' anywhere but on their roads, and they don't got a lot of roads comparatively.

[Then he just shakes his helm, incredulous. There might also have been a little derisive snort. Just a tiny one. Silly mechs.]

Huh, talk 'bout dramatic.

[raceme]

[Blurr's optic shifts slightly to the side. He wont' ask, no, so he will jsut drop the subject.]

I understand. it was different for me because I spent so many years away from Cybertron that I got a bit nervous when I had to come back for the reports. Too many people in one small space sometimes. Nothing in Cybertron interested me much anymore, either. It was different during the Great War, of course.

[Blurr shrugs and smiles.] That's Sentinel Prime for you.

[cliffjumper]

Just feel like you have to move?

[He doesn't entirely get it, Cybertron's not small, and there's lots of open spaces after all, but Blurr's obviously been moving around a lot. Cliffjumper's been stuck on a small, organic planet for around ten years and then went back to it again.

Because that's where the easily found Decepticons were.]

The Great War? [That sort of confuses him mostly because he's living in the middle of his own universe's variant thereof and he turns to look at Blurr.]

[raceme]

Yes, something like that.

[He's been alone mostly alone this life, old habits die hard. Blurr always had been a weird mech, don't think too much about it, Cliff.]

How did you call the war between Autobots and Decepticons in your universe?

[cliffjumper]

[Cliffjumper just shakes his helm slowly, expression twisting into a bewildered one.]

Er... Given that it's still sorta goin' on even if it's more like the 'Cons just refusin' to accept we won, uh... nothin'?

[Even if, last he was in his reality, everything's looking to slowly go back to pre-Unicron, even if right now, they aren't stuck on Earth and the Autobots (and the general population on Cybertron) has Cybertron again.]

[raceme]

It was over in my world, but we were close to start a NEW war. It didn't happen, thankfully, Cheetor told me.

[Why are the universes so different, orz]

[cliffjumper]

[Cliffjumper just sort of grunts and drags a hand down his faceplates.]

Hard to keep track of all these differences.

[Voicing your thought for you, Blurr.]

Anyway... You should probably rest some more, but want to... dunno, go explorin' somewhere 'round the Haven or outside when it fits? Maybe there ain't much of anythin' yet outside, but doesn't hurt to have a look, and if we keep on the opposite of Haven from where the Badlands are, we ain't gonna have to worry about all that slag.

[Cliffjumper's grin is small, but there as he offers, glance briefly bouncing away. Doing something like that, even if nothing comes of it might be good from all the slag that keeps happening... and probably will happen, both before and after they get away.]