[voice/video]

[raceme]

Ah!Thisthingisfinallygettingasignal. [Blurr’s face shows up. It’s been weeks since he posted and he looks tired, scratched and in need of a good rest, but he’s smiling.

Because he's in the wastelands the communication is filled with static and sometimes it might fail completely.]

Greetings! I hope everyone's ^{doing well. It's been} some time and now I'm afraid I need your help. [He moves to show rusty old trailer next to him, on its side.]

I replaced the tires of the trailer and tried to the fix the broken _{axels but there} was just so much I could do with something so old and rusted. I’ve been trying to flip it to the right position for hours but I do not process the necessary strength to do that. And in case you are wondering why I ^{want to take this} old thing to the Haven…

[Blurr opens the back of the trailer and sure it’s filled with wheels. Long lasting and highly durable, so durable they survived to this day untouched by time.

Merry belated Christmas, people.]

Comments

[raceme]

But what if something happened to them? And if they just left, how did they DO it?

Barricade is coming too, he's going to give the axels a look. [Blurr smiles and his eues get brighter as he tries not to look at sentinel. He missed Barricade.]

[primest]

Who cares? I doubt the First Forged will tell us anything.

[well ok, he leans on the trailer instead. no point breaking his spinal strut when there's help on the way]

You didn't encounter anything hostile while you were out, did you?

[raceme]

No but perhaps not even them know. And I care, it ^{could affect us} in the future, Sentinel. It doesn't worry you at least a little bit?

[Great job, Sentinel.]

No, thankfully I didn't. I tried to avoid going too close to the Badlands. [He slumps to the floor, leaning against the trailer as well.] I'm really tired, though.

[primest]

Not really, no.

[he sighs deeply then plonks down next to blurr]

I'm carrying you back. Barricade can probably deal with the trailer.

[raceme]

[Good job Sentinel, his optics widen and brighten even more.] Nononono that's not needed really I can walk...

[primest]

[he frowns]

I doubt you can even stand properly right now. You're getting carried, no more arguing.

[raceme]

[Deep down he knows that Sentinel is no longer his superior but sometimes the authoritative tone still gets to him.] Yessir.

[Blurr leans further against the wall and closer to the other mech.] Thank you, Sentinel.

omfg first time using this icon laughing at his chin

[primest]

[he shrugs] It wouldn't be of any use to anyone if you went into stasis miles outside the Haven.

[IS THAT A SMILE???]

afdgahsdfaghsdfkjash that chin is trying to eat his face

[raceme]

[Definitely leaning on Sentinel now, and already starting to doze off.]

Not, not really. Hm....

[Dear god, Blurr thinks it is. He must be dying from extenuation.]

rip in pieces

[primest]

[ugh goddamnit]

[ok, he'll just go to pull you onto his lap, it'll make standing it easier when he has to get up]

poor thing

[raceme]

[Who could have imagined that Blurr would end the day snuggling close to Sentinel to catch some sleep. It still happened, somehow.]

Re: poor thing

[primest]

[let him just stand up carefully and hold blurr bridal style]

[hopefully barricade will get here soon :T]