Skywraith was looking over the menu which had different of meals made from edible materials as he put it down afterwards on the table which was slick and had Cybertronian trays on there. He saw the bartender reading from his newspaper before he saw Mixmaster come inside of the human-made restaurant area where it was quiet. "What took you so long?" Skywraith asked as Mixmaster crossed his arms, "I was supposed to be grabbing things around here." Skywraith rolled his optics not believing a word of what he said as he rolled his optics. Mixmaster looked annoyed by the fact that Skywraith was ignoring his work which was actually a witch's potion to everyone else but with Cybertronian materials. Side-Shift, who was the bartender here as well was still hiding his optics behind his newspaper looked up as they noticed him and Skywraith said that they weren't fighting at all which made him go back to reading his newspaper. Blast came downstairs and said "Has anyone seen my sword?" Mixmaster shook his head firmly, showing he has in fact not seen it all day while Skywraith said an a no. "Have you checked the lockers nearby? They have all sorts of stuff that is lost." Side-Shift finally said something after being quiet for a long time and pointed over to the corridor which led to the other part of the building, which was bigger on the inside than the outside. "Yeah, I checked there. It's not there." Side-Shift said that he would check later as Blast went upstairs to check again while he listened. Skywraith got up and explained that he was going outside and coming back later. Mixmaster watched him get out as he turned to the bartender and asked about the disposable datapads. "They are in the lounge room, I was cleaning out stuff today." Side-Shift mentioned and Mixmaster left quickly.
Immediately Side-Shift looked over where everyone left and absolutely made sure that nobody was watching him as he removed his newspaper from his face. His black optic-less sockets looked at the outside door for a moment and grabbed out a bag from a parchment that was in his own desk. He grabbed out an light brown construction paper from his desk which had drawings of symbols and figures in it. and there were some small papers with some odd drawings, one of which was an drawing of all of the primes and another one showing a 3D broken cube with an device attached to it. He suddenly grabbed the human phone nearby and began to put in an really long number in. Soon, the caller picked up as he asked "Hey, It's me Side-Shift. Can you give me the reports about the deaths from the last three Jours, specifically Cybertronian ones?" After listening to the long lists of death, one name finally caught his attention and it was Nexus Prime. He thanked the caller and put down the receiver before grabbing a paintbrush with dry black paint. He dipped it in a small cup of black paint and grabbed the note with the primes before putting a thick crossed X on Nexus's silhouette as he left it in front of the wooden counter behind his newspaper to dry out. The sound of a bell was heard ringing as Side-Shift put up his newspaper at his face again and looked up at the mysterious newcomer. "You look lost." And they replied with "I am." Side-Shift continued to ask "So where are you going, friend?"
"I need the cookbook that is here." They replied and Side-Shifter questioned what type of cook-book this Cybertronian needed. "Volume 1: species' Items." They continued with what they said as Side-Shift immediately recognised that, it was a pretty limited cook-book, having both human and cybertronic items in them. "I actually have one of those here." Side-Shift said as he grabbed open one of the drawers and took out an binding cookbook which was held together by an spiral coil to hold together the paper. He opened it up to see if any pages had crusted edges or were damaged and after a while said that it was in perfect condition. The mysterious newcomer nodded before Side-Shift mentioned "Since, these are limited resources, this is going to cost 345 credits. Willing to pay?" The Cybertronain took out a pouch full of old credits and Side-Shift counted them behind his newspaper. He gave back 221 in the pouch as the change which they took back and the cookbook. And asked "Well, I think I am going to stay here a bit." Side-Shift looked as they left him alone and looked over the credits which were littered all over his own desk as he began to carefully put those away in a small box. He put away the box and thought to himself. "Now that I think about it, they smelled like chemicals and it was very strong. I remember meeting a few people like that." He hummed afterwards in consideration considering he hasn't been on Cybertron for a very, very long time now. He tried to remember but struggled a bit. Either way he went back to looking over the receipts and took out an pen for the recent purchase and wrote it down although he had no idea who they were. He heard the bell ring again and Ionstorm entered before going to the direction of where the Cybertronian lockers were.
As everyone left, Side-Shift put away the newspaper, took the box, the parchment which had the papers inside of there and and another pouch which contained something unknown. He attached the box and the pouch to his belt and opened the door which was seen behind the counter where Side-Shift usually served drinks to others that came in or resided around here. Although those items needed to be paid much like the other resources that Side-Shift gave around here and they weren't too expensive normally but with certain limited items, they can become pricey. Such when he gave out the cook-book since there was only 16 left of that thing. He found himself in his old office which had several clocks with different 'cities' on Cybertron which showed their time, there was no windows, the shelves had old technological books and scriptures with most technological things residing before the golden age. Some weapons were attached to the walls and were rarely ever used but if someone got violent, for the sake of the bar's peace, he wouldn't hesitate to shoot them down. That rarely ever happened but it did occur a few times and people knew not to push his temper despite him seeming he was calm most of the time. He put the things on top of the shelves and grabbed out an purple bandana which he put over his optics. He opened up the closet and grabbed out an large broom and went to go clean in the washroom.
He entered there as he opened the door and instantly the stench of robotic oil which wasn't energon came over him. He entered the room where machines for cleaning technology was lined up against the walls. They looked a lot like washing machines expect it had way more options, the inside which was circular was instead a square and was way smaller compared to normal washing machines. The sides of cleaner machine had all different types of buttons and Side-Shift began to insert a purple cube and put inside of the main cleaner as he closed the door afterwards as it began to clean off the dust and grime. The robotic odour came back again and Side-Shift turned to see that an humanoid android girl was on the floor with half of her chest open with her ribs open. Side-Shift couldn't see much behind his bandana and thought the body was one of those violent Cybertronians. "I told you, don't fight my customers or be violent. It's literally in the rules." He grabbed up the android girl feeling the odd slickness of it before he opened up the window and dropped her inside of a large crate which was almost full of bodies both from those he killed and those he found rotting away. He went out the exit door and went to the back of the restaurant where he grabbed the lid on the box and firmly shut it down and put the box in front of the perfect but off-putting restaurant to wait for his friend. Soon an Cybertronian tow truck came, grabbed the box and left after he greeted Side-Shift.
"This will be interesting." The bartender said as he held his hands together before moving inside as he removed his bandana as he went back to his counter and put the newspaper again hiding his face as he watered the plant nearby by himself as he looked over the device in front of him as he calculated the distance between Fixer's town and his restaurant. Since being in a place between life and death is very abstract, distances end up being longer than they are supposed to be. So he found out it would take 78 miles to get to there. Honestly it wasn't that bad although it took quite a trek to get to. It could have been worse, considering he had to travel a few thousand miles one time.