#post plague

Blurr was having a splendid day. He was visiting Cybertron! The second biggest continent and the most populated! He was going to meet so many fans! The only issue he had was the really long, slightly embarrassing, and unceasingly boring ride across the sea. So boring, in fact, he’d gone for an immediate run when they touched down in Iacon, immediately forgetting that it was not his beloved homeland and that he Did Not in fact Know His Way Around.

So yeah.

He’s lost.

And hungry.

And bored again.

What’s a famous racer supposed to do?

Well. Shockwave was supposed to be meeting the famous Velocitronian racer Blurr. Except he was missing. To be fair, he had been obviously stir crazy before landing, according to the dragons who’d carried the basket he rode in like a taxi. He should’ve expected that Blurr couldn’t keep still. He just didn’t expect that said Blurr would immediately run off and vanish into Iacon.

It already was a horrible day. The Council of Senators was arguing again, and absolutely no one could agree on even what time to stop for lunch. Shockwave was just lucky he had to go greet Blurr. Which led him back to this moment.

He sighed. What a day. Time to go try to find a missing celebrity.

He didn’t get enough sleep for this.