Ah, the Shark's Rib. Still shiny and new, with that "new bar smell". Which is just like an old bar smell, but with less suspicious stains. Fulcrum appears to have taken up residence here, sitting at one of the corner tables, a datapad in front of him on the table, with a couple of empty energon containers beside it. From his dully glowing optics it's more than likely he's not overenergized, though it begs the question just why he prefers the bar to a more quiet, secluded environment. After all, Fulcrum's not necessarily known for socialising. Socialism, maybe. Image:FusiFulc.jpg --End--