[ Jim is at the bar, slowly nursing a drink of---something that at least wasn't glowing, and keeping an eye out for anyone he might recognize. He's only having a drink in an attempt to not stand out so much, even if his survival suit jacket, doesn't really do the best job of helping. Nevermind the gear on his belt.
He's taking another sip when he hears the siren, feels the hit, and pulls his foot away when the little robot car thing decides to shift to a humanoid figure. It's unlike anything he's seen, which also appears to be the theme of ---everything here. He huffs a soft chuckle out and shakes his head. ]
No, you're fine. Admittedly, I have no idea what Decepticon is. [ It's that moment when Paxd, his grey lynx-shaped daemon, decides to drop down off the barstool he was sitting on, and take a swipe at the other one. ] Hey, Paxd, no. That's not cool.
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He's taking another sip when he hears the siren, feels the hit, and pulls his foot away when the little robot car thing decides to shift to a humanoid figure. It's unlike anything he's seen, which also appears to be the theme of ---everything here. He huffs a soft chuckle out and shakes his head. ]
No, you're fine. Admittedly, I have no idea what Decepticon is. [ It's that moment when Paxd, his grey lynx-shaped daemon, decides to drop down off the barstool he was sitting on, and take a swipe at the other one. ] Hey, Paxd, no. That's not cool.