[Text /Video] Posted around midnight originating from Vector's temple]

[raceme]

[It's been a long and busy day, but all of Blurr’s days are like that. He usually doesn’t post to the comm unless it’s something important, but he’s been feeling weird since dawn and he wants a distraction.

At first, only text shows up. All the same message, repeated over and over again.]


All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work and no play makes Blurr a dull boy.
All work |...

[The post switches over to video. Blurr is on the highest tower of Vector’s temple, close to one of the platforms, and he's walking on one of the crystal-like cables as if it were a tightrope. For the curious, he got up there by running since there’s no other way to get to the top, unless you have wings.

Blurr frowns for a second before his lips curl into a grin and his optics flash. They look almost red for a nanosecond.]

Who wants to play with Blurr?

Comments

[inferiordude]

Hmph. Tease.

So. Let's assume I care about your little bombs. [He cares less about that, and more curious about this game.] Your challenge has been accepted.

You begin with the questions, if you please.

[raceme]

[He chuckles at that. It's so different from Blurr's usual laugh. Not like many people have hear people laugh, but still.]

Works for me. [You will care eventually, he's sure of that.] Tell me about the Ratchet from your world. What's your problem with him?

[inferiordude]

Hmm, besides being an Autobot? He strapped me down. Pried me open. Then? He took. My. Face.

Do you want to see the memory? It's still vivid.

[raceme]

My, my, that sounds very selfish. [He narrows his eyes at that, pondering.]

How can you show it to me?

[inferiordude]

To put lightly, sure. It was.

I can upload the memory directly to your processor. Every detail to make you experience what I did. Wouldn't that be a blast?

[raceme]

Seems like Ratchet got quite the temper.

no, I'm sure you can't. [because Blurr's fast engine would fry anything that tries to connect to his processor.] But you are welcome to try if you have a death wish.

[inferiordude]

Actually, he was obnoxiously cheerful about the whole thing. Loved getting to know mechs.

It'd be fun to try.

[raceme]

Ratchet? Cheerful? Now that is scary.

Very well then. Where are you? [Curious mech is curious.]

[inferiordude]

The recreational center site. Do you need directions?

[raceme]

I helped to built that thing, remember? Be there in a moment.

[>Action]

[He's there in seconds, but he doesn't really want to go inside just yet. Seems too risky for his taste.]

[inferiordude]

[Fortunately, it doesn't seem to be much of a trap. Soundwave is sitting in the back, hunched over, slowly playing an absent tune on his keytar.

Yet, as he plays, the holographic images that are usually cheerful, full of light? Seem to only sprout dark wisps from the floor and walls and ceiling. As if something tries to grow, and gives up halfway before fading away.]

[raceme]

[That's not creepy at all.] I was right when I said you were in a bad mood.

[inferiordude]

I've had a bad fraggin' past three years. Let's put it that way.

Are you going to be shy now?

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[ex_dishonestly997]

Soundwave, is there a reason you're encouraging him?

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[inferiordude]

It's cute, trying to keep a secret from me. You and I know that now.

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[ex_dishonestly997]

I thought you said you don't go digging around in processors. Do the rules change if it's an emergency?

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[inferiordude]

The fraggin' rules change when I realize they don't mean anything.

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[ex_dishonestly997]

[alarmed] What are you talking about?

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[inferiordude]

I can play by my own rules and personal sense of morality all I want. But it never ends. It never stops. Nobody cares about right, wrong, Autobot, Decepticon--

I'm tired.

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[ex_dishonestly997]

You need a break. Don't do anything crazy.

[is everyone losing their minds god Starscream hates trying to be the mature one Soundwave bloo bloo]

Listen to me, I know best.

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[inferiordude]

Oh, I'm not budging from my chair.

What's best for me, Starscream? To be passive, waiting, hoping for the best?

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[ex_dishonestly997]

You're there for a lot of people. You're important to them. I don't know what kind of idea you have in your head that you've been less than effective, but you probably saved Vandal's life. That means something to her.

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[inferiordude]

It could have been more efficient if everyone wasn't a fraggin' idiot!

I warned them, Starscream. And they didn't do anything. They didn't care, or they had to feel bad for themselves first.

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[ex_dishonestly997]

I know you're pissed.

Revenge is a thing. Just because you don't take it right away doesn't mean you don't take it. As long as you and the other party are still online, it's not off the table.

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[inferiordude]

I'll keep that in mind.