[VIDEO POST]

[raceme]

[Locked to Solus Prime.]

Hello, madam. Might I have a word with you? I would like to make a request. I would like to know if you could build something as a present for a friend of mine ^{and if the} answer is yes then what you would want in exchange? If the answer is no, I understand.

[/locked]



[VISIBLE TO ALL EXCEPT KAY FARADAY]

[The feed starts with Blurr in a huge room, filled with tables and seats made for both cybertronian and organic sized inhabitants.

Blurr has been creating all the decorations out of stuff he found and cleaned from the junk pile, and by now he has: newspaper poms, human-sized tables made out of repainted doors, chandeliers and lights made out of colored crystal bottles and soda cans, buckets of flowers made out of cutlery, human-sized seats made out of wheels, iron balloons because normal ones couldn't be found anywhere, and a few other things.

He’s holding what it seems like a bunch of metallic butterflies when he starts talking to the camera. He keeps working as he talks, placing the decorative butterflies all over one of the walls.]

Hello everyone. Kay’s b-day was _{not so long ago but she never} got to celebrate it. Kagerou and I have been talking and we decided to organize a birthday day party for her. PLEASE don’t tell her about this; it’s supposed to be a surprise.

The party will be held in The Habitation Wing’s common room in two days, and if you are one of Kay’s friends feel free to come over.

Does anybody know how to make a cake? We found recipe books in the library and we managed to find most of the ingredients _{to make a chocolate cake} but the actual cooking is a bit more com-pli-ca-ted and we don’t want to accidentally ruin it since we don’t have all that many organic food to …uh.

[Blurr stops when his head spike connects with something and makes a screeching sound. He looks up, noticing that the ceiling is way too close to his head. Then he looks down.

It takes him a moment to realize that his wheels aren’t touching the ground anymore and that he’s been walking up in the air while decorating. Blurr lets out a startling yelp, flails around and then there’s a loud crack as he falls down and his head connects with a table in the process, flipping it over.

Blurr lifts himself from the floor a few seconds later, rubbing his forehead with a pained expression. There’s some Energon in the back of his hand when he moves it away but the wound stopped bleeding and it’s already healing.]

Ugh.



[A few seconds alter there's a new lock to Vector Prime.]

[Blurr still looks a bit dizzy, but he manages to make a final lock to his FirstForged.]

Ah…could we have a talk, sir?

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Comments

Re: [video]

[cliffjumper]

A shelf might be right up your alley for now, yeah. Don't aim too high immediately! Hey Blurr.

[Yeah, he'd waited with replying until he wandered into the Hub where Blurr was, giving the other mech a wave. He already had his jetpack out and attached.]

[video]

[raceme]

[Blurr waits until Cliff shows up to give a comeback.] I have high standards Cliff, for me is ceilings or nothing.

[The blue bot approached him, smiling.] Thanks for coming over _{I REALLY want to know} if I can do that again.

[video]

[cliffjumper]

Well, as long as ya don't aim for the sky or some slag like that, I suppose you'll be okay.

[Meeting Blurr's smile with a grin, Cliffjumper cast a glance up at the ceiling and then jerked his helm towards the door.]

No problem. Do you wanna stay in here, or go out? [Since they were short by cybertronian standards - Blurr because Autobots were shorter in hid really, and CJ because he was a minibot in his - the ceiling was high up enough they could do the former with little issue.]

[video]

[raceme]

But the sky is wonderful, Cliff. What if I am for the stars?

I think here we _{will be} fine. Less people to see me fall on my face again. [Being short has its advantages sometimes.]

[video]

[cliffjumper]

Let's not get ahead of ourselves. [He does try to keep his expression straight, but can't really do it and smiles as he hold up his hands, palms up.] Better make ya able to just meet the ceiling safely if you're gonna insist.

Right, then. [Cliffjumper grins and holds out a hand while his jetpack powers up, humming loudly until he's hovering right above the floor.]

[video]

[raceme]

You are a cruel mech, Cliff. So cruel. [Blurr is a bit better at keeping a poker face, but not all that much. He chuckles and nods.]

Hm..let's see. [He holds Cliffjumpers's hand and looks down, wondering what to do. After a few seconds he just...takes a step ahead. ON air.] W-woah.

[video]

[cliffjumper]

Yeah, yeah, like that's news...

Huh.

[Eyeing the floor, Blurr, and the sudden bit of air between Blurr's feet and the floor, Cliffjumper shakes his helm and rises a few more feet in the air. It's odd how he's definitely not carrying Blurr's weight even if he should.]

That's certainly different... [And he can't help but be both suspicious and intrigued.]

[video]

[raceme]

Yeah..it is...[Just don't let him go, he doesn't want to fall again.] It's not even hard to do if I don't think about it much.

[cliffjumper]

What, if you think about it, you stop... uh, floatin'?

[Cliffjumper shifts his grip a little but doesn't let go, so don't worry about it, Blurr.]

[raceme]

I'm not sure. How do I stop thinking about it!? [He's kind of focused in it now, he can't help it.] ...Distract me with something and we'll see if that works?

[Thanks cliff, you are a bro.]

[cliffjumper]

Er... [His first thought is simply to pull out a gun and point it at Blurr, since that sure would be distracting, but might be a bit too distracting.]

What, like this? [With a lopsided little grin, he reaches out with his free hand and flicks Blurr against the front of his helm, below the base of the spike there.]

[raceme]

[AHSAKJSHAKS CLIFF! Blurr yelped and let go of the mech's hand as those moved to his forehead.]

....EI!!!!

[cliffjumper]

Ya asked for a distraction!

[Laughing shamelessly, Cliffjumper waved at Blurr, waiting to see if he'd fall or continue upwards, perfectly ready to grab him either way.]

1/3

[raceme]

Did you had to do that!! _{WHAT sort} of distraction is that ONE? I was asking you to talk about something we could discuss, _politics, this world, your weapons, types of energon, what sort of frames you like the most in mechs...

[One thing is not like the others, Blurr. He's not really all that mad, Cliff, just startled. he gets nervous an spazzy when startled.]

2/3

[raceme]

Waitaminute.

3/3

[raceme]

[On yes, look at that he's still flying! It doesn't take all that much concentration after all, it's like walking. Blurr laughs.] OH IT WORKED!

[cliffjumper]

---Blurr! [Cliffjumper huffs, engine nearly warbling briefly as his optics flare at that last "suggestion" for a distraction (if he could blush he would be), but he just forces a vent-cycle through and then grins at Blurr's reaction.]

Yeah, see. And anyway, ya didn't specify, so it ain't my fault I had to get inventive.

You probably floated up 'cause you were concentrated on puttin' up those decorations all over the wall.

[raceme]

What? [He fails to see what was wrong, sorry Cliffjumer. To Blurr it was just one of many topics to talk about.] Are you feeling alright?

You didn't had to hit me. [So not pouting, it was a trick of the light. Blurr tries to take soem more steps on air and float around but never too far away from Cliffjumper.]

It's so strange and un^usual. But I like it.

[cliffjumper]

... yeah, yeah. I'm fine. [With a shake of his helm and trying to wave both question, topic and concern away, Cliffjumper smirks.]

That wasn't a hit. Barely flicked ya. And looks like you've got reasonable control over that.

[raceme]

But you got all em-bar-ra-sse-d, why?

[He makes an indignant sound but comments no further on the issue. He's being a baby, ignore him Cliff.] Yeah. I will try to _{see how I can move} around properly, though.

[Fly up a few more meters now, like levitating rather than walking on air.] What if it is WINDY? What should I do?

[cliffjumper]

[Let him just avoid the topic for as long as possible by slowly flying around you, Blurr, and considering the other topic.]

... Uh, good question, since it doesn't look like this is, what, normal flyin'. I suppose it's all reliant on what you're thinkin'? So if it's windy, you're gonna have to just mentally push against it?

[Cliffjumper shrugs and then looks away.]

And it doesn't matter why. Ya just surprised me is all.

[Yes, good answer, perfect dodge?]

[raceme]

[Blurr was shy about that topic in the past too Cliffjumper, he won't mock you if you decide to talk to him one day. The flying around distracts him enough, though.]

I never asked the Twins how can they fly since it comes na-tu-ra-lly to them but THIS it looks a bit like what they do. Should we try ^{flying outside} in a windy area and see if I have to do that? You have your jetpack so I feel more assured trying that with you around.

Fine, if you are sure.

[:|]

[cliffjumper]

[He will always be embarrassed (and shy) about that sort of topic. Just simpler not to think too closely about it!]

If they're flyers like normal, usin' jets and engines, should still be different. But if ya want to, we could do that... The gorge at Vector's temple ought to get windier even if there's just a little breeze elsewhere, I think.

[Still not exactly looking at Blurr, he taps his chin in thought; a canyon or gorge like that ought to lead moving air through it, making it a bit more windy if there's wind elsewhere after all.]

[raceme]

[That's really adorable, honestly.]

They are modified autobots. I don't know all that much about the project, Jazz worked with them. Dontworryaboutit. [Blurr shouldn't have mentioned the twins, he realized it a bit too late.] VECTOR, YES. If we fall there's the forcefield. GoodideaCliff.

[Blurr tries to fly down, carefully. It's harder to get to the floor than it is to fly up.]

[cliffjumper]

[It's not! >8(]

Yeah, well, modified or not, gotta fly usin' the laws of technology and physics, right? [Cliffjumper shrugged, not really noticing Blurr's attempt to brush the topic away; he hardly knew enough to know it was supposed to be secret.]

Didn't think of that, but yeah. Safety nets're useful. [Grinning, Cliffjumper had much less trouble than Blurr to get down back on the floor of the room in the Hub they were in.]

Wanna go there now, or finish up in here?