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He can't call himself thrilled about his living arrangement. Has he not been surrounded by enough death? Placing him among a faction in a constant state of mourning seems almost cruel - a constant reminder of how eventually, those he cares for will die too - and considering when he left Coruscant, the inevitable feels closer than ever. It makes him worry about Padme, which in turn makes him desperate for a distraction.

The best he can come up with at the moment? Leaving the area entirely and finding somewhere else to hang out. He isn't thrilled by the sand and how close it is to Sunsets End, but the junkyard on the outskirts of ENCOY is the perfect place to find scrap. He's always found it easier the clear his mind when he gave his hands something to do, so finding random tech and getting ideas on gadgets to make is helpful. He's fairly caught up in the act, getting in a proper groove of sorting the useful from the useless until he hears the sound of someone tripping on metal, causing a few items to clank and clatter from their piles. He stills, instantly wary.

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He thought snow meant things were dead. It isn't a Cybertronian weather phenomenon, but he's been on Earth long enough to be familiar with it, and the fact that it poses a risk even to his species on occasion. Thankfully it isn't that cold here, but it still shouldn't be warm enough for flora to properly sustain itself. Much less create this much pollen.

His fans have been going stronger than usual to filter all of it out properly - it.. isn't a very quiet process. He can mostly tune it out, considering it's a function like any other, but apparently it isn't as easy for other people. Most notably the human staring up at him. A glare is returned, sneering down at him.

HIS SCOUTING OF THIS PLACE HAS BROUGHT HIM to the faction known as Glacier's Peak. It was now that he truly appreciated his all - terrain alt mode , his wheels guiding him through the snowy streets with ease. The cold is familiar to him , not nearly as biting as that of the Arctic , but a sensation he knows nonetheless. In fact , as the adrenaline of war slowly starts to fade , it's the snow falling that eases the sense of uncertainty starting to take its place. Once Optimus thought he had gotten far enough out , away from any lifeforms that could potentially be harmed if he wasn't careful , he finally shifted from his alt form.

Okay, fine, so she does eventually make her way back into Sunset's End.

She's trapped here. There's no sense in trying to eternally avoid the place forever, even if she hates it. The more she understands about this planet, and the specific landmass they all seem to be confined to, the better her odds of finding a way to get back to Cybertron. And not all of the desert is lifeless, or at least it clearly wasn't always quite so empty as it appears. It's a small relief that, were she ever in need of spare parts for medical procedures ( and, if Starscream is here, she most definitely will be ), there's a veritable heap of jump lying mostly untouched out here in the sand. How predictably wasteful.

There's not much else that catches her eye in the city the organics call Cotterpin. In fact, the only other thing that does is the one spectacle that's particularly impossible to miss.

It's horrifying. The spectator stands that overlook the raceway are easy enough for her to maneuver between and peer over, and she makes an audible noise of disgust at the sight of makeshift vehicles practically tearing each other apart. It's a miracle that any of them make it around a single loop.

Thank you for completing your paperwork in a timely manner! Now, let's see here…

The eccentric figure takes back the clipboard and reads through your answers carefully, polite interest in his expression as he nods.

"The youth and their high tech gadget obsession.. well, that makes it easy, as least! you'll be staying in ENCOY, where New Yesteryear's greatest minds push the limits of all things previously thought-to-be known and raise the bar with cutting edge technology on a near day to day basis. You'll feel right at h2-home!"

With that, they leave you a gift bag containing the following items:

A house key for ETHER AVENUE 204

A palm-sized cellular device, complete with access to the internet!

A singular wrapped butterscotch. Enjoy!