MBV and the Nexus. /Ark/ Base and Near the Sign. More Babies!
little Denver: *sitting close to the girl named Salvage, and warily watching Ruth. The older woman scares her just a bit*
Salvage: *repeats her lesson, and then blows on the cat again*
Ruth: *cussing to herself as she gets a head shake again in response to her own recitation*
Punky: *ears up* Mrrrow?
little Denver: *slowly and hesitantly repeats what she's learned*
Ruth: *tries again and looks at the teacher*
Hattie: *nods to Ruth and Salvage, will correct little Denver's pronunciation*
little Denver: *frustrated little frown, will try again*
Salvage: *blows on the cat again, the way he scrunches his face is so funny*
Punky: *annoyed ear flick*
Salvage: *says something to Punky in mnnrrthn*
Punky: *ears up* Mrrrp?
Salvage: *talks a little more in the soft language of the now suspected extinct feline race*
Punky: *'talks' back*
Ruth: *swats both Salvage and Punky* Shhh.
Punky: *skitters away from the swat, furpoof!*
Salvage: *going to sit and be good now*
little Denver: *so frustrated as she tries yet again and fumbles over some of the pronunciations*
Ruth: *grabs the written word list and hands it to the little girl, then makes a suggestion* Mother help and father help.
little Denver: *more frown as she tries to make sense of the words on the list*
Ruth: *looks at Hattie and points to the list* Mother help and father help. Yes?
Hattie: *nods* We'll all 'elp.
Raoul: *comes in then* You guys done yet? It's lunchtime.
little Denver: *looks up from the word list, looks to Hattie, asking permission and getting it* *slowly gets up and then she's scooting over to Raoul*
Raoul: *grins and offers her his hand and her knitted rag doll* Hungry?
little Denver: *will grab Raoul's hand and her doll* *slowly* Hungry, yes....
Raoul: *grin widens* Come on. Mrs. Jones is cookin'. *will lead the little girl into the Ark and down to the mess if she'll let him*
little Denver: *small nod, will consent to being lead into the Ark and down to the mess*
Meanwhile....
Grok: *sitting in the Nexus and watching Sibby and Felicity play a little distance away. Is in a mood because the Autobot medic told him in no uncertain terms that she was not going to kill the unborns that Sibby is carrying*
Sibby: *softly chattering to her friend* Up, up, Ferdy. Up. *has paused in stringing beads to watch the whales*
Felicity: *looks up* Ooooh, the whales are here! :D
Sibby: *soft chatter in swampman, and then* Whales are here...
Felicity: *happy grin* Yup!
Sibby: *looks at the glass animal beads they're stringing* Whales here?
Felicity: *nod nod, offers one of the pretty glass whale beads* Yup, see?
Sibby: *soft delight as she chatters with 'whale' mixed in with her other words*
Felicity: *happy clicks as she rummages through all the beads and looks for more whales*
tenor shout: Sibby!
Sibby: Eeek! *stands up and looks around, her string held carefully in both hands*
Felicity: *looks up, startled*
Grok: *rises to his feet with a warning rumble*
white and black rat man: *hurrying over, his words translated by the Nexus* Sibby! It is you! You're okay!
Sibby: Rek! Rek! *looks excitedly at Felicity* Rek!
Felicity: *puzzled blinking* Er.... Hi.....
Rek: *pauses to give Felicity a curious look as his whiskers tremble* I'm Sibby's brother. Who are you?
Sibby: Ferdy! *snuggles against her friend*
Felicity: My name's Felicity.... I'm one of Sibby's friends....
Rek: You were taking care of her? *looks up as a tall, heavily cloaked figure comes to stand behind him and look down from beneath a shadowy hood*
Felicity: Yeah.... Grok takes care of her more than I do though....
figure: Grok?
Grok: *puffed just a bit with anger* I am Grok. Who are you?
figure: *looks up from the small people toward the slightly shorter swampman, and then pushes back the hood to reveal the badly scarred face of a pale swampwoman* *voice holding amusement* I am Sisarah, owner of Sibby and Rek, and of Sibby's husband Kor.
Felicity: *blink blink, looks back and forth between Sisarah and Grok, worry clear on her face*
Grok: *puffs a little more* Sibby is mine. She no longer belongs to anyone or anything from your reality.
Sisarah: She hass been mine since the moment of her great grandparents' conception. And her husband and her children as well.
Grok: *low growl*
Felicity: *wibbles and moves to get to her feet*
Sisarah: *quietly* Though... I barely survived the explosion of the ship. Kor was killed instantly. Companions are much tougher than Whispers.
Grok: She did not survive. *looks around and grabs a coordinate scanner conveniently left on top of the vending machine, then points it at Sisarah. Shows the woman the readout. Repeats the manoeuvre with himself and shows it once more* *quietly, and with threat* Sibby has no coordinates. She cannot return.
Felicity: *more wibble, moves to give Sibby a hug*
Sisarah: *takes the little machine and looks at it, then turns it toward Sibby* ...I see readings from your reality... and mine.
Grok: *shocked and looks* No!
Sisarah: *looks at Sibby, who is clinging to the funny little hairless person and hiding her face against them, then back to the swampman* I'll let you buy her.
Rek: *wibble*
Felicity: *clicking softly, and trying to think of a solution that would work for everyone*
Grok: *wary* I do not think that my credit would be good in your reality.
Sisarah: *shakes head* I don't want credit. *tilts head and says something that the Nexus doesn't translate*
Grok: *takes a step back, looking shocked* I am albino.
Sisarah: As am I, though your colour is the purest and most beautiful I've seen. Our children would be well respected.
Grok: ...
Rek: *quiet snickerfitdie*
Felicity: *blink blink blink* *puzzled headtilt*
Rek: *looks at her* What's wrong?
Felicity: What'd Sisarah say?
Rek: She told him she wanted to make babies with him. *more laughter*
Felicity: *Blink blinnk* Oooooh
Rek: He looks like she just told him to run around screaming he was a pretty JD lady or something. *so amused*
Grok: *so flustered and growling softly without realizing it in his version of a scowl*
Felicity: *headtilt* Well.... Hmm... *considering something*
Grok: *quietly* Alright. But then Sibby will be mine.
Sisarah: *nods* I'll give you one of our sons when you bring me Sibby's children.
Grok: I... have no use for babies. Of any kind.
Felicity: *clicks as she thinks* But the creche back home really likes you.....
Sisarah: ...A youngster to carry on your name? *glances down at the little furless being*
Grok: I told you I was outcast. White people are refuse in my reality.
Sisarah: ... Hmmph. *folds arms over chest*
Grok: *looks down at Felicity and shakes his head*
Sisarah: Then you can have a name in my reality. And enjoy the privileges of it if you ever visit.
Grok: *shakes head at the swampwoman this time* I'll be your husband. Nothing else. *looks back to Felicity* Take Sibby home, please.
Felicity: *small wibble and a nod* Alright..... *gentle clicks for Sibby, will move to pick up all the beads from earlier*
Rek: *hunkers down to help, his fingers nimbly scooping up the ornaments* Can I come with you? They won't need me for awhile.
Sibby: *still holding her string, but is confused and unhappy by the sight of her new master and her old one walking away*
Felicity: *nods* *more gentle clicks for Sibby*
Rek: *careful and thorough check* I think this is all of them. *offers the beads to Felicity even as he speaks softly and gently to his sister*
Felicity: Thanks.... *will carefully stow the beads in their container* *is also putting in a call to Col. Franklin and explaining the situation as she understands it*
Rek: *quietly as he gently pokes his sister* Felicity... are the babies still there? Sisarah really wanted these ones.
Felicity: From what Rachel, the medic back home, said, they are....
Rek: *such a relieved and happy grin* That's great!
Colonel Franklin: //...He's Sibby's brother?//
Felicity: //Yup!// *gentle clicks and a smile are a go* //So can I bring him with for a visit?//
Colonel Franklin: *sounds confused* //He's coexisting happily with a swamp person?//
Felicity: //Yeah... A lady named Sisarah.... Why?//
Colonel Franklin: //...Ask him how that happened? And where is Corporal Grok?//
Felicity: //He and Sisarah are negotiating a contract...// *to Rek* So how did you meet Sisarah? *curious*
Rek: *blinks at her* She delivered me the day I was born and gave me my first meal from a bottle, because my mother liked Sibby better and didn't really realize I was hers too till later.
Felicity: Oh.... *slight wibble, and then she's moving to give Rek a hug too*
Rek: *automatic contented snuggle* It's okay. Dad helped her figure it out later. *yes, he knows who his father is*
Felicity: Let's head back.... *moves to offer hugs to Sibby, intends to PINpoint to the creche, since snuggling with the sparklets and younglings is starting to seem like a good idea*
Colonel Franklin: *gentle and patient* //Felicity? Did you ask him?//
Felicity: //Corporal Grok told me to bring Sibby home.... but I don't want to leave Rek alone....//
Colonel Franklin: //Didn't you ask him what I asked you to?//
Felicity: //Oh! Um... Rek's known Sisarah his whole life, since he was a baby....//
Colonel Franklin: //Huh. And Grok didn't try to eat him?//
Felicity: //Nope!//
Colonel Franklin: //Alright. I called for a guard just to make sure. He can come. Though... shouldn't you ask your father first?//
Felicity: //....Oh.... Probably...// *will do that then*
Patrick: *calling Col. Franklin now*
Colonel Franklin: //Yes, Lt. Colonel?//
Patrick: //I thought that males of Sibby's people were dangerous, Mike.... What Ferdy's describing....//
Colonel Franklin: //Constable MacRily is going to be there to see.//
Patrick: //Alright...// *lets Felicity know she should wait for Constable MacRily*
Felicity: *nods and begins softly humming something she heard somewhere*
George: *appears a few moments later, to Rek's great interest* Hi, everybody, sorry I took so long. Couldn't remember where I left my PINpoint. *chuckle*
Felicity: Hi! ^_^ *doesn't mind having to wait*
George: *looks at his wrist band and perks* So it's lunch time for you guys, huh? *grins at Rek and Sibby* Hi, I'm Constable George MacRily. IGP.
Rek: IGP!? Sweeeet!
Felicity: Grok's with the IGP too... *nod nod* *snuggaSibby*
Rek: Really? Oh wow. Sisarah's got herself a cop! *big ratty grin*
Sibby: *soft chatter to Felicity, trying to tell her friend that she's getting hungry. Is wearing her pretty string of beads now after Brother helped her put it on*
Felicity: *gentle clicks for Sibby, will look to George* Should we get going? I think it's almost time for lunch....
George: *studying Rek as the young Companion looks back at him with friendly and bright eyed interest* *looks toward Felicity with a grin* Sounds good to me. Your PINpoint or mine?
Felicity: Oh... um... *looking for her PINpoint now!*
George: *gentle chuckle and hunkers down to hold out his hand* Everybody grab on. Make sure you don't forget anything.
Sibby: *sits up and holds the hand with both of hers, looking earnestly up at the nice sounding man*
Felicity: *wibbles when she realizes she must have left her PINpoint at home again*
Rek: Hey, guy. Don't worry.
George: *chuckles again* 'Girl'. Felicity's a lady.
Rek: *gobsmacked* OH!
Felicity: *clicks softly, will reach for George's arm*
George: *holds it out a bit for her, and then winces and makes a ticklish face as Rek climbs up onto his shoulder* Okay, everybody brace yourselves. Ready, Sibby?
Sibby: *squeezes eyes shut and hold on* Yup.
Felicity: *braces herself*
George: *arrives with the group right in the middle of a happy and busy mess*
Rek: *startled sound and hunkers down a bit on his perch, his head turning to take in all the people*
Sibby: *beeline for Alex, who is closest* Sibby food? Eat eat eat?
Alex: Yup.... *and there's Mia setting a couple of trays down at the nearest table*
Rek: *says something quietly, and lo... outside the Nexus the poor guy only speaks swampman*
George: *pats him on the back reassuringly, and then looks at Alex and Mia* Mind if we join you too?
Alex: Go ahead... *moving to pull chairs out*
Mia: Aneh pref'rences? *already moving to get another couple of trays of food*
George: *takes the heavier chair that a Seeker hands over heads to him* Well, I like bones. *looks at Rek and speaks slowly in broken swampman, then looks down* Rek says he likes what he's smelling.
Rek: *masters shyness and slips down to sit in an empty chair*
Mia: *nods and goes to get the food*
Felicity: *happy clickstorm as she sees what's for lunch today* *is one of those not-picky eaters who will eat just about anything she's given*
Melissa: *looks up as Mia comes over. Is just putting out another pan of chicken*
Mia: Gonna need two moah trays lahk th' 'uns f'r Sibby 'n Ferdy.... *smiles*
Melissa: *shy head duck* Alright. *and then she notices that JD over there* Oh. I'll get something ready for Constable MacRily.
Mia: 'N 're th're aneh moah energon bahs left fr'm th's morn'n'?
Melissa: *looks over shoulder toward her mate, who is playing helper*
Skylar: *will go get a couple of the remaining bars and offer them to Mia, has an Airwolf in a carrier on his chest*
Mia: Th'nks, Skahler.
Airwolf: *head tilted back, giving the world a lazy sideways look*
Melissa: *fixes three trays with chicken, veggies, rice and potatoes, and assorted maki* *then goes to the pantry and comes back with a container. Fixes a forth tray with some cakes of what look like coarse plaster of different colours. Finished, she peeks at Mia and indicates that the trays are ready*
Mia: *grins* Th'nks, Melissa. *and here comes Alex to help with the trays*
Melissa: *shy smile and goes to roll more maki*
Alex and Mia: *carefully bringing the rest of the trays to the table*
George: *perks right up* Bone cakes! Thanks, guys. It's Mrs. Jones in the kitchen, isn't it?
Rek: *looks at what was set in front of him and is happy. Bows his head for a moment, and then picks up the fork and knife and studies them*
Alex: *nods, chuckling softly as he pulls Mia's chair out for her*
Mia: *gives her mate a small smile, and then she's giving a quick thanks for the meal, and digging into the energon-based food*
Felicity: *blinkblinks as she watches Mia eat* Huh....
Rek: *sniffs, and then looks at Mia puzzledly*
Mia: *pauses when she realizes she's being looked at, gives Felicity and Rek a puzzled look*
Rek: *speaks quietly, nodding to Mia's meal*
George: *looks up from his own prayer of thanks for his lunch, then tries to explain to the Companion that Mia and Felicity and Alex aren't organic people, so things like that are food for them* *then explains to the others what Rek asked and he said*
Raoul: *heading toward the table with little Denver, Will, Jake and Naomi in tow*
Will: *slight stumble, is just a bit distracted and tired from training with Blitzwing*
Jake: *quick grab to keep the youngling from tripping*
little Denver: *practicing her English, is still having difficulties with some of the words*
Raoul: *helping little Denver with the names of her chicken, vegetables, and potatoes. Startles at Will's stumble* Whoa. Thanks, Jake.
Naomi: *soothing clicks to Will, her ears perked with concern*
Salvage: *sees her new young kin and hurries toward them, carrying a tray containing her meal and Billy Bob's. The young memory dragon is wrapped around her torso*
Will: *sheepish expression is a go, even as he consents to being picked up and carried by Jake*
little Denver: *pauses in her repetitions when she sees Billy Bob*
Billy Bob: *gonna hunker down a bit when he realizes he's being quietly studied*
little Denver: *tugs on Raoul's sleeve and nods towards Billy Bob* *quietly* Name?
Raoul: Huh? *looks, shakes hand slightly as he tries to recall his new cousin's name* Uhhhh. That's Billy Bob. Right? And you're Salvage?
Salvage: Yup. *quizzical smile as she uses her arm to brace one side of the tray*
Billy Bob: *careful half-bow of greeting, is using his tail to help Salvage by bracing the other side of the tray*
little Denver: *slowly, taking care to pronounce the words right* Hello, Billy Bob.
Billy Bob: *perks up a bit*
little Denver: *small little smile, looks to Salvage* Hello, Salvage.
Salvage: *chuckles at her classmate* Hellow, little Denver. Food... *squints one eye, then sniffs and grins. It might be noted that everything on her plate is covered in red pepper powder*
Raoul: *soft chuckle* Come on, you guys. Sit 'n eat. *shows by example*
little Denver: *moves to sit down next to Raoul*
Jake: *gently setting Will across from Raoul so the youngling can talk to his brother without having to sit awkwardly*
Billy Bob: *nods* Let's eat. *happy little memory dragon*
Salvage: *settles between Will and Rek, then makes sure that Billy Bob's big wedge of pumpkin pie is far enough from her plate so that he can get it easily*
Billy Bob: *ducks head and gives thanks* *nose in pie!* *happy nomming sounds*
Alex: *chuckles and considers the glass of milk next to him.... before he's pouring it into a bowl and setting the bowl next to Billy Bob's plate*
Salvage: *wide grin* Thank you kindly. *can you tell she's being taught by a Southern lady?*
Billy Bob: *looks at the bowl's contents, curious sniff, nose in bowl!*
little Denver: *blink blink, looks to Salvage for explanation*
Salvage: *nods to the bowl* Smell like milk. Billy Bob like milk.
Naomi: *frozen with the raw shrimp in her Hello Kitty chopsticks halfway to her mouth as she looks at Mia with a surprised expression*
Mia: *has finished off a good portion of the energon-based fuel on her tray, looks up after a few moments of contemplating whether she's still hungry or not. Notices Naomi looking at her, raised brow*
Naomi: Vhen is your sparklet due, Auntie?
Mia: ....
Alex: *nearly gave himself whiplash just now, is staring at his mate*
Naomi: *startled flinch as her eyes widen and her ears go back*
Raoul: Huhwhat? *looks from Alex to Mia*
Mia: ...... Ah.... Ah'm carry'n? *so surprised*
Alex: *dings Rachel's comm insistently*
Rachel: //Not available. *CLICK*//
Naomi: *nod nod* Ja. I can hear a new spark.
Alex: *will try Russell then!*
Mia: *quietly* Holy.....
Salvage: *looks back and forth, looks at Jake* What happen?
Jake: *nods to Alex and Mia* Th'y's got a babeh 'n th' way.... Weren't 'spect'n 'un.....
Salvage: *squints one eye and thinks hard, then leans back a little and makes a motion with her hand as though indicating a fat belly*
Jake: Sorta lahk th't... But th'y's th' same sorta people 's Uncle Cosmos.
Rek: *watching all this intently. Now points at his sister* Baby!
Felicity: *looks up. Totally didn't hear ANY of the conversation before that* Where?
Rek: *points to his sister's belly* Baby where.
Salvage: *points to Mia* Baby there too.
Felicity: *blink blink* Awwww! *happy grin*
Sibby: *looks around, wondering what she missed, then nuzzles the nearest person and returns to her meal*
George: Wait, wait. *turning from trying to figure out what Denver was trying to tell him with her hands over at the far table* Babies where?
Raoul: *snickerfitdie*
Will: *points to Sibby and then to Mia, before returning his attention to eating lunch*
George: *happy grin for both ladies* That's wonderful! Congratulations!
Mia: *ducking her head a bit, is trying to hide her wibble. She never expected that she'd be a mother....*
Alex: *fussing over his mate as only he can*
Raoul: *slight smirk at the couple* Wonder if it's Nova, Carina, Diamante, or Starforge. Or somebody new.
Naomi: *stares at him*
Alex: *looks to Raoul, confusion mixing with worry in his expression*
Will: *soft clicks, is gonna pick at his food a bit, don't mind him*
Raoul: That's all the kids I've met in the Nexus that had versions of you two for parents.
Billy Bob: *finished off the milk in the bowl, splatsleep*
Salvage: *looking from Alex to Mia as she takes Billy Bob's face out of his empty bowl*
Alex: *quick decision, will scoop Mia up and PINpoint to the infirmary, intends to pester Russell and find out how far along Mia is*
Raoul: *snorts and shakes his head, then perks and pokes himself in the ear* Warren 'n Scott're back, and they say it's snowin'! *grabs little Denver up from her chair and leads a kid stampede for the door*
Salvage: *abandons meal to follow!*
Naomi: *laughing and in pursuit*
Jake: *picks Will up out of his chair and hurries after everyone else*
Felicity: *blink blink blink* ...I hope we don't have to dig Wayne out of a snow drift again.... *back to noms!*
George: *watches Raoul stop to gank Rose and Dion before continuing the rush* ...Which guy is Wayne again?
Felicity: Quinn's twin brother.... Quinn is Nightwish's mate...
George: Oh yeah. The ones Alicia calls Dumb and Dumber. *crunches another bone cake*
Felicity: *blink* That's not very nice of her... *small frown*
Sibby: *looks around, then pats Felicity and says something to her before heading off on her after lunch trip to the crèche room*
Rek: Sister?
Sibby: *tells him where she's going and why*
George: *asks Rek to stay with him for now* Yeah, but you know your sister, Felicity. *gentle squeeze for Felicity's shoulder*
Rek: *uncertain, but settles down to eat again. Doesn't really like being away from sister when he's just here for a visit*
Felicity: It's still mean... *attention back on her meal, though now she's also asking Warren if he's had lunch yet*
Patrick's table
Tracks: Ack! Raoul, can't you not act like a total hoodlum just once... Oh why do I bother? *turns back to Patrick, who is sitting across from him*
Patrick: *chuckles* Would he be Raoul if he didn't act that way?
Tracks: *looks at his wife, who is trying to insult George in semaphore again* No, I suppose not. Darling, what are you doing?
Denver: *snickerfit, shares just what she's doing... Which is informing George that he's a goober*
Tracks: *soft snerk and an arch and teasing look that can't hide his affection* I'd say that you and George are more like siblings than old flames.
Denver: *Look for Tracks* Ain't no diff'rent th'n y'u 'n Magnus giv'n Raj a tough tahm. *is grinning despite the Look*
Tracks: My point exactly. *gently feeds her a bit of purple carrot, and then looks up as Grok walks in and offers Patrick a sheaf of papers*
Patrick: *slight start, but then he's reaching for the papers and beginning to read them*
papers: *plans for quarters for Grok that meet his needs, including the need of no electric current. Shows a pool and the filtration for it as well as a comfortable bed. Also includes something called a 'nursery for hatchling food'*
Grok: *standing to attention, his expression even more closed and his body language even more silent than usual*
Patrick: *raised brows, looks to Grok* Does this mean what I think it means, Grok?
Grok: *noncommittal* What do you think it meansss, sssir?
Patrick: Children?
Grok: *looks away* *quietly* Yes.
Patrick: *small nod, will look through the papers, pausing when he sees what looks to be a contract* *brows up as he reads that Grok, husband of Sisarah, has custody of six of their children, and also of Rek and Sibby* *puzzled as he sees a list with owners for each of Sibby's babies*
Tracks: *looks over and sees the Prime's expression. Straightens, letting go of the Denver hand that was trying to muss his curls* Patrick?
Patrick: *looks up at Grok* We'll get started on everything right away... *forwarding images and the like to Col. Franklin, will also pester some of the more construction-minded members of NEST*
Grok: *nods to show he's heard his Commander*
Col. Franklin: *surprised* //Patrick? What is this?//
Patrick: //Something Grok gave me....// *yes, he's still very surprised himself*
Col. Franklin: //He's married? But swampmen don't bother with things like that...//
Patrick: //I didn't think so either, but it's here in writing....//
Col. Franklin: //...Ask him about it?//
Patrick: *to Grok* This contract.... Is a marriage agreement? *indicates the contract*
Grok: Ssso Sssisssarah tellsss me. *pronounced sibilance in his speech due to his discomfort with the subject*
Tracks: *quick, startled look at his own wife*
Denver: *blink blink blink* *just as surprised as you are, Tracks*
Patrick: ... I see.... *to Col. Franklin* //According to Grok, the contract is a marriage agreement.... But he seems a bit uncomfortable about the whole thing...//
Col. Franklin: //Will the lady be coming to stay at the Ark?//
Patrick: Will Sisarah be coming to stay at the Ark?
Grok: *slight puff up of surprise, and then lets the air out* No. She hasss her own life and dutiesss in her reality.
Patrick: *small nod, relays this to Col. Franklin*
Col. Franklin: //...Her reality?//
Patrick: //I'm guessing they met in the Nexus...//
Col. Franklin: //Ask him?//
Patrick: When did you meet Sisarah, Grok?
Grok: *looks at his wrist band* ...Roughly two hoursss ago.
Patrick: .... *relaying this to Col. Franklin as well*
Grok: *quietly* Sssshe is Sssibby'sss previousss owner.
Tracks: *eyebrow*
Patrick: ....Is she the one who taught Sibby your language?
Grok: Ssshe has been breeding Whispersss and Companionsss since ssshe came of age.
Patrick: *blink blink* Huh......
Col. Franklin: //...So he's married to a woman from another reality, that he just met.// *sounds slightly brain broken* //Even Seamus waited longer. And he brought the woman home.//
Patrick: //Starpounder is from this reality....//
Col. Franklin: //Oh. Whoops. But, still. That just makes this more insane. What was he thinking?//
Patrick: //I wonder if it was his idea, or if it was Sisarah's?//
Col. Franklin: //Ask him why he felt the need to get married.//
Patrick: *to Grok* Whose idea was it to get married?
Grok: *avoiding eye contact again* Sissarah'ss.
Patrick: I see... *considering his words now*
Grok: *quietly* It was the only way she would let me keep Sssibby.
Tracks: *scowl*
Patrick: ... *frowning now, and relaying this to Col. Franklin*
Col. Franklin: *sounds a bit angry* //I see. I'll look into this more closely. In the meantime I'll send the people and materials to do those living space modifications.//
Patrick: //Alright...// *to Grok* Is there anything else?
Grok: No sssir. I don't think ssso.
Patrick: Alright... You are dismissed.
Grok: Yes, sssir. *salutes and looks around, then leaves the room*
Rek: *clearly from by George* Hey... I go home?
Felicity: Let's go ask Grok....
George: He was just talking to your Commander. Why don't we ask him? Are you finished eating? Should we leave the kids' food?
Felicity: Oh... Um... *headtilt, will ding Raoul's radio and ask him if he and the rest of the kids are coming back to finish lunch*
Raoul: //Yup!// *meeps and grunts, then laughs* //Just a soon as these guys're done runnin' amok.//
Felicity: ^_^ //Okay! Is Wayne buried in a snow drift yet?//
Raoul: //Dunno. I'm too busy playing with Warren 'n Scott 'n the kids. Mrph! And Jake. You are so dead...!//
Felicity: //Well, try not to stay out too long.... Will looked like he was gonna fall asleep in his lunch....//
Raoul: //He's sleepin' in the truck. Ack!//
Felicity: //Awww.... Is Billy Bob still sleeping?// *yup. she got distracted again*
Raoul: //Yup. With Will. Oh shi... Dinobots. Gotta go!// *laughs and signs off*
Felicity: *hand over mouth to muffle her giggles, since she knows how rowdy the Dinobots get in the snow*
George: *gently nudges Felicity*
Felicity: *slight start* Huh?
George: We were going to talk to your dad?
Felicity: *blink blink* We were?
George: *gentle grin as he relays their conversation prior to her spacing out on the comms*
Felicity: Oooh.... Let's go ask him then.... *offers a hand to Rek* *gentle clicks*
Rek: *takes her hand. Had been cleaning off his whiskers and hands after finishing his lovely meal when he saw his master's husband come and then go without bringing him home, has drooping whiskers now and ears that are flattened with concern and confusion*
George: *gently pushes his chair back and gathers up all the used dishes and trays, then gets to his feet*
Felicity: *more gentle clicks* *looks to George as she remembers something* Raoul said he and the rest of the kids would be inside once they were done running amok....
George: *nods and taps his ear* I heard. I left their meals.
Felicity: *grin* Okay. *will move to gently lead Rek over to Patrick then*
George: *puts the trays on the trolley, and then turns back and salutes Patrick*
Patrick: *nods to George and salutes back. Is IGNORING Denver's use of semaphore*
George: Sir, we have a question. *eyes twinkle as he doesn't look at Denver*
Patrick: I might have an answer....
Felicity: Was Rek supposed to go back to Sisarah? *is wanting to give Rek cuddles*
Patrick: Here... *flips through the papers, pausing when he discovers a folded piece. Will withdraw it from the stack, and flip to the contract*
Rek: *sees something written on the folded piece and points* Mine. Sir. Mine.
Patrick: *offers the folded piece of paper to Rek*
Rek: *says something in swampman and then unfolds the paper to read*
Patrick: *offers the contract to George* According to this, Grok has custody of Rek as well as Sibby....
George: *takes it and reads gravely, then startles and looks down as Rek gives a soft cry of grief*
Felicity: *will give gentle hugs and click softly*
Rek: *holding his letter crumpled to his chest and murmuring in swampman as he sobs*
George: *sober as he offers the contract back to Patrick*
Patrick: *gentle clicks as he moves to offer comfort as well*
Rek: *leans against Felicity and holds Patrick's hand* I'm... I'm... *looks around for a word that will fit* I'm... @#@$#@.
George: *gently* No. Sad.
Rek: I'm sad.
Felicity: *soft clicks, snuggles*
Patrick: *gently* We'll get you a PINpoint so you can visit Sisarah....
Rek: *visibly goes over Patrick's words in his head, then looks up at George*
George: *translates as best he can*
Rek: *looks a little comforted* I here love Grok's... *squints one eye and points to Velocia, who has just gooshed a carrot in her fist*
Emilia: *trying to convince Velocia that the gooshed carrot should be nommed*
Felicity: *looks, and smiles* That's Velocia... She's one of my sisters.... And there're lots of baby Cybertronians in the creche too....
Rek: *trying so hard to try and find the right word in Felicity's speaking, but she's confused him*
George: *gently snags Soli* Babies? *points to Soli and Velocia*
Rek: *perks and nods* Sisarah say love Grok's babies.
Felicity: *happily* There are lots of babies.
Rek: Grok babies... *holds up all fingers on one hand and one on the other*
Felicity: Six Grok babies? Wow.... *surprised*
George: Yup, seems that's half the family. *quick glance at Patrick to make sure what he said is alright as he puts Soli back into her chair*
Patrick: *nods, half-wondering to himself if the reports he's getting over comms are grounds for taking the rest of the day off...* There's a safe, warm place being worked on for the babies as well....
Rek: Swampman need warm. *grave nodding*
Patrick: *tells Wayne over comms that if he doesn't want to be chased by Wreck-Gar's hand, to take off and fly*
Felicity: I bet Sibby will be glad to see the babies too.
Rek: Sibby love babies. *soft sigh* I love babies too.
George: *encouragingly tells the young Companion that Sisarah probably just didn't want Sibby to be lonely for family, and that she really must trust Rek to send him here to take care of her babies*
Rek: *stubbornly sticking to the local language as best he can* Grok's babies.
George: Okay. Grok's babies. *grin*
Felicity: *soft meep*
Patrick: *looks to Felicity*
Felicity: *sheepishly* Scarlet fell into a snow bank....
George: Is she alright?
Felicity: Yup.... Her shoes failed her when she was chasing Alicia for stealing her belly button danglies....
Tracks: *blinks and looks up from chasing around the last blue plastic bead on his plate*
Patrick: ...Which danglies, Ferdy?
Felicity: Umm.... *headtilt as she asks* The really dangly ones with lots of sparkly stones on 'em.... Alicia's wearing 'em as earrings...
Tracks: *face. Palm*
George: 0.o You guys put ornaments on your belly buttons?
Felicity: Some of us do.... A lot of human women do it too....
George: *shiver and face squinch* Oh.
Denver: *snerk* Ah've seen gals 'n gents wit' big stuff 'n th'r eahs too....
George: *pokes self in side of head* Yeah, but I'm not ticklish there, so it doesn't seem as strange.
Tracks: *snerks and resumes chasing the treat*
Denver: *chuckles and shakes her head, before reaching to feed her mate the treat he's chasing around his plate*
Patrick: *sighs as he gets snarked at by an irritated Scarlet* I think I had better go break up the inevitable fight between Slingshot and Air Raid....
Soli: No. *smooshes carrots on sister*
George: Sir, am I still needed to keep an eye on Rek? *reaches down to touch the smaller man on his head*
Rek: *looks up, still wearing sadness about the letter*
Patrick: No.... But if you want to stay and visit with the kids, you're more than welcome to.
George: I don't have to get back right away. I'll just stop by the Trachs' place and get my winter gear. *goes to one knee to talk to Rek*
Patrick: *nods, and then he's distracted as Emilia moves to set Velocia on his lap* *happy dad is happy! Will talk to his youngest and offer her more carrot*
Tracks: *amused drawl* Oh, never mind, Patrick. Raoul's got the catfight well in hand. *suddenly startles and rises to his feet* You had better not be selling tickets, you hooligan!
Denver: *snickerfitdie, will get up and snag her mate's arm before PINpointing with him up to ground level*
Dallas: *headshake from where he's sitting, is too amused at Cosmos' reaction to the daily chaos of life at Ark Base*
Cosmos: *boggling with a piece of energon loaf halfway to his mouth*
Emilia: *as she wipes carrot off Soli* This is such a nice quiet day.
Chris: *gives her an absent stink eye from where he's sitting on Dallas*
Dallas: *snickerfit. Yes, he heard Emilia. He finds it amusing because he knows she's right*
George: *gives Rek a gentle pat on the shoulder and then nods to everyone at the table before getting up and jogging for the door*
Rek: *nods too, and then turns and follows*
Patrick: *watches George and Rek go for a few moments before returning his attention to feeding Velocia. Will read over the plans for Grok's quarters a second time, and muse about what the babies will be like*
((written with random_xtras))