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[gunfondlingbattlestat]

[Perceptor's been trying to keep his head down, metaphorically speaking, since (re)arriving. He works best these days when he can sit back and observe for a while before making his move.]

[Unfortunately, he is still lacking a lab, and there's really only so much observation the scientist can make before even he gets bored. Those who know him best may note a certain air of restlessness about him as he cues up the link.]

[To everyone else, he looks the same as always - stoic with a faint echo of cross.]

What supplies are in the greatest need?

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[raceme]

No problem. [And eh sends the date with this next reply.]

Did something happen? I know some mechs leave the Haven for a bit when they need to think or they are upset about something. [Guess who does that?]

[gunfondlingbattlestat]

Thank you.

[Perceptor adds the list to the rest that he's compiled. Mostly food and supplies for the organics, thus far. Not surprising.]

No.

[Nothing besides the one he loves being with someone else. That's all. No big deal.]

I merely thought I could be useful by locating necessary supplies.

[raceme]

You are welcome, sir.

[There's also medical tools in Blurr's list but yes it's mostly organic stuff.]

Okay.

[You ain't fooling Blurr, Perceptor. This post seems pretty out of the blue.]

You could come to the bar before leaving. After all you need to make sure your fuel tanks are filled.

[gunfondlingbattlestat]

[Well, to be fair, Perceptor's arrival was rather out of the blue, too.]

I don't plan on being out long. But if I could collect a ration or two to take with me, that would be appreciated.

[raceme]

[Point.]

I can do that with no problem.

[video -> action?]

[gunfondlingbattlestat]

Thank you. I will be there shortly.

[action!]

[raceme]

[He's waiting at the bar, organizing the cubes as promised.]

Hello. You are Perceptor, right? You don't _{look like the Perceptor from my world <7sub>but there are similarities. I'm Blurr.}

[action]

[gunfondlingbattlestat]

I am.

[Perceptor nods and crosses over to stand near Blurr, offering a hand in greeting.]

Are you Blurr?

[action]

[raceme]

[He shakes it with a smile.]

Thatsrightsir. I know that there's more mechs with that name in other realities, does your world have a Blurr in it as well?

[action]

[gunfondlingbattlestat]

It does. That is how I recognized who you might be; you are as familiar to me as I am to you.

[Familiar, but different.]

[action]

[raceme]

I'm not going to lie, one day I'd like to meet my other self. [Blurr motions to the bar.]

Take a seat, please. You sure still have a few minutes before you leave, right?

[action]

[gunfondlingbattlestat]

[In answer, Perceptor settles to a seat.]

I am not on a set schedule.

What would you like to say to your other self?

[action]

[raceme]

[The blue mechs serves him a pink cube as he leans against the bar.] I'm not sure...probably how it was to be a racer rather than an agent of the law. That seems to be one of the main differences between us, at least that's what Swerve told me.

[action]

[gunfondlingbattlestat]

[Perceptor accepts the cube and begins to methodically drink it down.]

An agent of the law?

[action]

[raceme]

[Blurr smiles.]

I'm part of the Part of the Police Force, the second in command. I just work at the bar to reduce my stress levels, doctor orders. In my world I was part of the Elite Guard and the Autobol Intel gathering body.

[action]

[gunfondlingbattlestat]

[Perceptor's expression grows a little less grave at Blurr's comment about "doctor's orders".]

And a bar is less stressful? This is definitely different than home.

[He considers Blurr for a long moment.]

Did you know me here, before?

[action]

[raceme]

Aside from the fact that dead End is my coworker, our only concern at the bar is that we might run out of clear cubes. Pretty different from my main concern when I am working as a Law enforcer.]

No, not very well to be honest. I wouldn't mind knowing you better, though.

[action]

[gunfondlingbattlestat]

I suppose that would be rather less stressful. Unless Dead End is more of a stressor than I am aware of.

[Perceptor cocks his head to one side; there weren't many who wanted to "know him better" when he had been a scientist, and the only ones who had changed that opinion after his modifications had only really been interested in his fighting prowess. Blurr... knows nothing of either of these. It's a little confusing, actually, but Perceptor slowly extends his hand again.]

I am pleased to meet you, Blurr.

[Perhaps a bit redundant, but Perceptor likes making things official, rather than leaving thhem to assumptions.]

If there is anything you require assistance with, please ask.

[action]

[raceme]

He can be sometimes. I'm still not very good at mixing drinks and he never miss the opportunity to remind me of that fact.

[Blurr can be a rather confusing bot. He stares at the hand for a brief second before shaking it again and giving Perceptor's hand a small squeeze.]

The feeling is mutual, Perceptor.

[Repeating the gesture is a bit odd but Blurr likes odd mechs.]

No, thank you. I don't need anything right now, but I will keep it in mind. [Blurr offers one of the cubes to Perceptor and takes one for himself.] Cheers?