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[VIDEO] Welcome Back?

[He's been here before. At least, that is what the Acolyte that greeted his arrival informed him, warning him that some of the "other refugees" might assume some level of familiarity with him. Past friendships forged, previous alliances made, beings encountered...]

[Perceptor remembers none of it.]

[His expression as he regards the Link is calm and inscrutable, though, despite how unsettling it is to find that his memories, if they were even his own memories, are... altered. Or missing. Or incomplete. Something.]

Do I have a laboratory here?

[Why beat around the bush, as Verity would have said. Well, she might have added a few... choice terms, perhaps, but, still. The sentiment remains.]

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[Meep.]

Yes. Of course. I mean, Ambulon. He's here. He checked me over.

First Aid's here, too. And he said, uh, some things about Pharma.

...I think he's in jail.

[Perceptor leans in, as if he can examine your most minute systems visually, from the outside.]

And they examined you closely? Ensured that you are safe now?

[Because that is the single most important thing, right now.]

[He can read that look. And knowing how reckless Drift is, he's trying not to imagine all Perceptor's seeing.]

They said I'm fine. They even checked me after I died.

[...ohslag.]

.....after you what?

I. Yeah. I kind of died.

[Just a little bit? ]

But, you know, that's all in the past. So.

[SOOOOOOOO....yeah he has no idea how to finish that.]

"Kind of." You "kind of died."

[That... it...]

[It's so Drift. Once upon a time, he might have buried his face in one hand, heaved a sigh, and muttered something profane in at least one or two non-Cybertronian languages. That perceptor was left bleeding out on a floor "in the past". This Perceptor merely stares at Drift.]

[Hard.]

An effect of the lambda? Or of your patron?

[Or is it just something that Drift does, special, this not-being-dead-anymore thing?]

[He'll just wince. Damn you and your scientific accuracy and stuff.]

I was, uh, pretty dead. Really. Quite dead. Entirely dead.

[Closer?]

It's, uh, it's something the First Forged can do.

[Accent on the 'can'. If they want. ]

[Very much closer, yes. Perceptor isn't impressed with your accuracy. In fact, he seems rather... unimpressed by it. Or maybe by the whole subject.]

Ah. Fortunately, you won't be requiring that particular ability of theirs again, will you.

[Note how that isn't a question.]

Now, you mentioned ghosts.

[Drift can face down spidermonsters and even hold steady in front of Vector's wrath, but for some reason, Perceptor's glare just...ouch.]

I'm, uh, not planning on it any time soon, no.

[Because of course that means something.]

Ghost. Just one. That we know of. Barricade said he was attached to the datapad we found.

[Drift is so good at coherent narrative.]

[Hey, if his glare is ouch enough to keep Drift from being too foolish, and thusly keeping him alive, he'll take it.]

Good.

[Because that means that if you go and die, Perceptor will KILL you. That's what.]

Just one. Attached to a datapad.

[He's done more with less. It's good.]

Perhaps we could meet and you could explain more in depth?

[Drift doesn't want to know how that could work. It's Perceptor. He could make it happen.]

[Drift looks flustered and embarrassed. He's so bad at this. He's just been trying so hard not to make whatever mistake he'd made with the other Perceptor that he's been, well...making OTHER mistakes. ]

Uh. Yeah. I can meet you? Outside Liege's?

[But they've been endearing mistakes. The faint smile is back, glare banished back to the shadows of the "not dying again" conversation.]

Yes, of course. I will await you here.

[Some visible relief at the return of the smile, faint as it was.]

Right. Good. Uh. Wait there.

[Perceptor might already hear the roar of engines, even before the transformation's complete. Surely Drift's still allowed to drive like a maniac? At least in the circumstances?]

[If Drift weren't driving like a maniac, then he would worry that Ambulon and First Aid screwed up. As it is, there's something very close to happiness welling up inside as he stands near the front of Liege's temple to wait for Drift to arrive.]

[Given the growing rumble of that familiar engine, it shouldn't be much longer now.]

[It isn't much longer before Drift roars over the last corner, brakes screeching, shedding speed. He unfolds from his alt, even before he's fully stopped. There's a moment where he wants, obviously, to lean in for a hug, but pulls himself back, rigidly, looking instead just kind of...nervous.]

Perceptor. [He sounds breathless. It's not from the drive.]

You look. I mean. It's good to see you again.

[Perceptor watches the approach with an appraising optic. Drift has such a graceful economy of movement. He misses those times on Cybertron, backing Drift up as long-range support for more than just the camaraderie; watching him fight had been... exhilarating.]

Drift.

[He tries not to feel disappointed for the lack of that almost-hug - not that he'd expected one, or even had realized that Drift had wanted to... merely that... Perceptor had wanted one.]

[Perhaps it's the shock he'd just received a few minutes ago. Perhaps it's merely a symptom of how unsettled he feels. He doesn't know, and for once, decides not to analyze it as he leans in for the embrace he craves.]

You, too. I'm glad that you are no longer dead.

[Drift misses those, too, and the memories of those times between them are thick in the air around them.]

[He gives a tentative smile at his name, almost a wince.]

[Until he's pulled into a hug, as though magnets were bringing them together. He heaves a shaky breath.]

I'm glad, too. And that you're here. It's...it's really good to see you.

[He should release Drift. He... doesn't. Not just yet. He merely nods, resting his helm against Drift's as he nods.]

You as well. If I must relearn everything here, as a stranger would, at least...

[He trails off, and reluctantly begins to disentangle himself before he embarrasses himself too much more.]

[There's a long sigh against Perceptor from Drift's ventilation system, a sound of releasing tension. ]

[The hands aren't quite so quick to release, so that disentangling gets a little...tangly.]

You have friends here. And there's a lot I want to show you. The Hub, for one.

[Perceptor is okay with that. That tiny edge of a smile, in fact, is much wider, now. Drift is probably the only one who has seen Perceptor smile like this in... a long time, actually.]

I look forward to it.

[He really does. He's missed this. He's missed Drift. Even on the Lost Light, there had been a distance he regretted. But there is no Rodimus here - yet, that he knows of - to absorb Drift's attention, and no Brainstorm -again, yet, and please let that be truth - to constantly harass Perceptor and drive him right out of temper.]

[Maybe this is why he doesn't remember his former time here? Maybe he's meant to start over?]

I'm over-analyzing again. [He chuffs a small laugh.] So, which first? The Hub, or this ghost?

[Right. It's Drift's turn to figure he should probably let go. Perceptor might want to, you know, breathe or something.]

Better than what I do. [Drift gives an awkward shrug. He's more the rush in headlong and stab things kind of mech. Not...always the optimal solution.]

...have you fueled recently? [Because if not, Hub. Then ghost. ]

[As long as Drift doesn't crimp the coolant hoses too much, or for too long, it's good.]

What, dash in blades first? [That's almost a grin as he gently teases Drift.]

[He has to pause to consider that question, though. How long has it been? That... is probably answer enough.]

No, I don't think so.

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[He's trying to restrain himself.]

Well...it does work sometimes. [Don't diss the stabbing.]

Right. We'll go there first. You can probably think better on a full tank or something.

[Or maybe Drift can just enjoy fussing at you for a bit. ]

Yes. Yes it does.

[Perceptor nods, greedily drinking in the attention.]

Fuel would probably be wise.

[Especially if it means more time with Drift. He pauses, though, a thin frown sliding through the edges of his smile.]

What sort of... currency is in use here?

[He doesn't want to put Drift to any difficulty, after all.]

Right. We'll go to the Hub. There's a bar there.

[....?]

We, uh, the stuff is just stuff we found so far. So, no money. We figure everyone does their part to survive here, you know?

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[action] sorry about dropping off last night. This cough SUCKS

[action] no worries! halthy first! then rp!

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