[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

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]