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[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]

I can do that.

Oh. No medic could find ^{a cute yet? I've} heard that the FirstForged are back, they can not help you?

You are still Skids, Skids. Not an abomination.

[skidaddle]

We're working on it. Though by 'we' I mostly mean medical professionals.

[Not that Skids hasn't found it fascinating in his own way.]

Right now, I feel like a bit of both. But thanks anyhow.

[Its nice to hear. It really is.]

[raceme]

Perhaps now that Ratchet's here he will be able to help. Smokescreen told me that he's back.

['Fascinating' is a good way to see it.]

Is the truth, you don't have to thank me.

[skidaddle]

My Ratchet? Your Ratchet?

...

Do you have a Ratchet?

[Skids only vaguely recalls that there was a Ratchet here, since he didn't get to speak with him.]

[raceme]

[That actually made Blurr chuckle.]

Bulkhead's Ratchet. I do have one but he never came here.

[skidaddle]

Bulkhead's Ratchet!

I think I'll let him settle in and then give him a ring. Making anyone deal with this ailment in their first week is no warm welcome.

...

Unless your name is 'Prowl', of course.

[raceme]

The white and orange one, yes. I can't wait to see him again.

You are probably right, let's give him some time.

[His smile turns more mischievous after hearing that.]If your name is Prowl then you probably don't have time for 'free time'.

[skidaddle]

And then, after enough free-time, we'll give him a real 'Haven' welcome.

[Skids still has to come up with a real 'Haven' welcome, but it probably will involve energon cubes. Very powerful ones.]

I'd say he was born with a data-pad in hand, but then I saw how he used to be. Sort of shy, terrible with puns...

But still, it's not my fault he's delicious--

[Which is a topic of conversation Skids immediately stops.]

[raceme]

I hope you mean a party and not some sort of disaster, that's the usual welcome we have here.

Shy? Prowl? [Are you kidding him.]The bad puns thing I can see, though.


...


[Well, that escalated quickly. Mind if Blurr act as if he didn't hear that? Because he will try to to make a big deal of that comment.]

I am almost tempted to ask what did you two do when you are alone.

[Really smooth, Blurr.]