Nexus. Black Dog. Wrong turn.
It's a sunny day in this part of the Nexus. So much so that there's a white and black mech stretched out on the front steps of the Black Dog, his blue optic visor barely letting out any light as he blissfully enjoys the sunrays on his shell. Draped across one of his legs is a black Transformer that looks a bit like a jaguar. The cat-like bot is just as insensate as his living couch.
Past the steps, which have a smaller set running up the side of them for human size-range beings, is a shaded porch, where assorted Transformers lean against the wall or the railing and talk in a mixture of English and different electronic dialects. To one side of the entrance is a bench, and seated here are a couple of tall mechs who look like they could be different versions of the same person with their red and blue colour scheme. The two are talking quietly, the one wearing flames' voice a deep, quiet rumble whereas the shorter one with the big chin and the armor that covers more of his wiring sounds younger.
The inside of the bar is a mystery of shadow, talk, and music, and there's a massive black Malamute with bright blue eyes and neat white paws sitting in the doorway.
Past the steps, which have a smaller set running up the side of them for human size-range beings, is a shaded porch, where assorted Transformers lean against the wall or the railing and talk in a mixture of English and different electronic dialects. To one side of the entrance is a bench, and seated here are a couple of tall mechs who look like they could be different versions of the same person with their red and blue colour scheme. The two are talking quietly, the one wearing flames' voice a deep, quiet rumble whereas the shorter one with the big chin and the armor that covers more of his wiring sounds younger.
The inside of the bar is a mystery of shadow, talk, and music, and there's a massive black Malamute with bright blue eyes and neat white paws sitting in the doorway.