[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

[treacherous_widow]

[Then its about time someone taught Sentinel a lesson about being less of a dick.]

So you found some evidence of civilization? That's a little worrying.

[That really gets her attention. So, who were the previous bots? Hopefully this won't come back to bite them in the aft like it did to her group back on Earth.]

Good. It's about time.

[She may or may not be teasing.]

[raceme]

[Good job with that, the man never learns.]

I did, just like Drift some time ago. I wish I knew if they left or something else happened.

[One can't never know for sure.]

I hit my target 6 times out of 10, I call that success.

[He's like the teasing. Cade does that to him often.]

[treacherous_widow]

[She will make him learn.]

...Wonderful.

[And right now she's resisting the urge to facepalm.]

Then we need to redefine your idea of success.

[raceme]

I was only jocking, Blackarachnia. I actually hit all the things more often thant I miss. Even while flying. [That was hard to master.]

[treacherous_widow]

[Soft snort.]

Fine, whatever. Just so long as you can hit and defend yourself.

[raceme]

It almost sounds like you worries about me.

[treacherous_widow]

You're dreaming Blue~.

[She might be, but like hell she would admit it.]

[raceme]

It must be my imagination then.

[Heh. He won't push it.]