Nexus, Blackout's Domain and the Black Dog, LOL'd Troops
Blackout: *sitting by a sleeping Jetfire and watching her movie as she munches on snacks. Is ignoring the pink and grey Minicon that's putzing around with the old human image capturer that Dreadnought found while on his trip to get the snacks*
Pink: *has made Dreadnought older, and herself invisible without noticing it*
Blackout: *suddenly feels as though there's someone in her head besides Scorponok. Growls and unmercifully eradicates that code*
Jetfire: *snoring quietly*
Pink: *takes a picture of Jetfire too! Also giggles at growly Blackout and checks the movie to see if that's what her boss is growling at*
Jetfire: *shifting position a bit as he sleeps, mutter*
Blackout: *dun murdering the uninvited guest, glances over at her brother to check on him. And then blinks*
Jetfire: *continues to sleep, doesn't seem to notice that the proverbial clock's been turned back*
Blackout: *frowns and looks at him more closely, and then sticks out a hand to poke at his now gleaming and undented armor*
Pink: *takes a picture of the TV and watches it fall apart* o.0 *scoots to hide*
Jetfire: *startling awake at the poke, goes O.o at the TV*
Blackout: *follows his gaze and frowns* ...The slag is going on here?
Jetfire: Pit if I know.... *Small frown, moving to sit up more*
Blackout: You've changed, the TV fell apart, and I just had someone try to hack my processor. ...PINK!
Pink: *izgon*
Jetfire: *moving to get up out of his chair*
Blackout: *grabs the little pile of pictures that's laying by the botcorn bowl and looks at them* *growls and gets up to go check on her newspark*
Jetfire: *moving to follow Blackout*
Dreadnought: *now long past the data gobbling stage. Is sitting and contentedly filling shells with his older brothers*
Requiem and Apoleia: *giving him funny looks*
Jetfire: *Raised brow ridges*
Blackout: That capture device was LOLed. *rumbling angrily* And Pink's affected too.
Jetfire: ... How so? *doesn't seem to notice that he hasn't been leaning on his cane once since he woke up*
Blackout: *shows him the pictures* She won't show up to optic scans. I had something in my processor, Dreadnought has been aged, and you're younger.
Jetfire: ... Well that explains a lot...
Dreadnought: *brown optics widen* Really? *looks at self* Sweeeet!
Requiem: *shakes head and returns to his work*
Apoleia: *gives baby brother a suspicious look, but then smacks Sparta one for stealing his snacks and also resumes working*
Jetfire: *Snorts and shakes his head*
Blackout: *incinerates the pictures and tells Pink to get rid of the camera and then return home and get to work on the shells*
Pink: //Okay!//
Jetfire: *moves to help with the shells*
Blackout: *rumbling as she goes to see if her movie disk was destroyed with the TV*
Scorponok: *telling her all about it!*
hsvWakeJumper: *hailing Blackout over comms*
Blackout: //What do you want, Autobot?//
hsvWakeJumper: //To give Jetfire a checkup.//
Blackout: *coldly* //Do you doubt my ability to care for him?//
hsvWakeJumper: //I don't. Ratchet's busy pounding dents out of Slingshot, and First Aid's got his servos full with Flashpoint.//
Blackout: //Then shouldn't you be helping them?// *has never heard of routine checkups*
hsvWakeJumper: //I would, but someone has to give Jetfire a routine check-up.//
Blackout: *as she takes out her disk and scans it* //Jetfire has no need of you poking and prodding at him.//
hsvWakeJumper: //At most, I'd just be scanning him, Blackout.//
Blackout: *scanning TV pieces* //I said no.//
hsvWakeJumper: //Look, just let me scan him, then I'll be out of your way.//
Blackout: //Don't try my patience, Autobot.// -Scorponok, come eat these cockroaches.-
Scorpy: *WILL*
hsvWakeJumper: //Don't try mine, Blackout.// *I took the time to remember your name.*
Blackout: *ignore*
hsvWakeJumper: //It's not like I don't know where to find you, Blackout. Especially since I'm already in the Nexus. I just want to do this and get back before Flashpoint tries to tear Slingshot's wings off again.//
Blackout: *IGNORE* *is busy chasing nasty little organics to where her partner can better reach them without trashing the trashed remains of the TV*
hsvWakeJumper: *Can play this game just as long as you can, Blackout.*
Blackout: *bugs tended to, she considers going to have a bath in the nice new bathing facilities she had installed*
Jetfire: *String of vitrolic and cursing, mostly about "that glitch-headed, optic-sore of a medic"*
Blackout: *growls* //Is he bothering you, brother?//
Jetfire: //The neon one just told me about some slagging checkup....// *Grumblecurse, string of insults about Ratchet's sires*
Blackout: //I'll set Scorponok and Toyrt-Mow on him.//
Jetfire: //Naw... I'll deal with the glitch on my own.//
Blackout: //Very well.// *switches frequencies* //You will rue this, Autobot.// *click*
Jetfire: *grumbles a bit more as he works on filling shells*
hsvWakeJumper: //Can I at least get coordinates?//
Blackout: *growls and gives him coordinates to the room she's in*
Sparta: *in the other room. Just paintbombed Jetfire*
Jetfire: *Cuss!*
Blackout: SPARTA!!!!!
hsvWakeJumper: *Snerks as he arrives*
Blackout: *shoves him out of her way and goes to see to her obnoxious young minion*
Jetfire: *cussing Sparta after trying to wallop him through the AV field*
Blackout: *gives her second youngest a Look*
Sparta: *chin up and stands to take his lumps*
Jetfire: *Wallops Sparta*
Sparta: *tip over teakettle and winds up knocking over a paint container and ending up pink spattered*
Requiem: *laughs and then looks at the Autobot that followed his commander into the room* ....
hsvWakeJumper: *Snickering a bit, before his attention goes to the rest of Blackout's minions. Then he's letting out a startled blurt*
Blackout: *gives him a sharp look* Now what?
hsvWakeJumper: *attention on her, shock and surprise making his optics a bit lighter than they probably should be* You have Dreadnought here?
Blackout: *understanding lightens her annoyance as Requiem looks up from rolling Sparta around in the paint* My Dreadnought. He was created yesterday.
Dreadnought: *curious grin as he eyes the Autobot in a not unfriendly manner. Has a hand on Jetfire's head*
hsvWakeJumper: Oh... *seems to deflate a bit at that, moves to scan Jetfire*
Dreadnought: *tilts his head and pokes the Autobot medic right between two armor plates*
hsvWakeJumper: *Startled yelp*
Jetfire: *Snickers and nudges Dreadnought in an affectionate way. He's fond of the newest member of the clan*
Dreadnought: *big grin for Jetfire and holds out a hand for five*
Requiem: *quiet snerk and puts a foot on Sparta as he settles down to get back to work*
Apoleia: *work work work*
Jetfire: *fives for Dreadnought* Ya broke his brain... *Amused*
hsvWakeJumper: *THRRRRPT*
Dreadnought: Yeah, dig that static? *rumbly chuckle*
hsvWakeJumper: *quiet sigh* Everything seems to be in order here... Even considering the fact that Jetfire got LOL'd... *moves to grab his PINpoint so he can head home*
Jetfire: 'Ere, 'ave a taste'a this. *Offers hsvWakeJumper a dollop of blue paint. He's in a pretty good mood due to the fact that he's not falling apart at the seams*
hsvWakeJumper: *Soft 'Heh', thanks Jetfire for the paint*
Dreadnought: *gives the medic a thumb poke* How'd you know my name?
hsvWakeJumper: *Meeps and moves away from the poke* *Quietly* I knew an alternate of yours... It was awhile ago.... He's not around anymore...
Dreadnought: Offline? *absently steps on Sparta's foot as his older brother kicks him in the ankle. Those brown optics are steady and goodnatured, holding a world of charm and newspark wonder and curiosity*
hsvWakeJumper: Wish I knew... He vanished and nobody's seen or heard from him since.
Dreadnought: *frowns and looks to Jetfire to see how he should react to this news*
Jetfire: Shame, that. Didn't even bother leaving a message?
hsvWakeJumper: *small headshake*
Jetfire: *snort* You don' need 'im then. Di'nt care 'nough t' leave a note, 'e ain't worth yer time, lad.
Requiem: *doesn't look up from his work* No. He's not.
Dreadnought: *turns his frown to older brother, wondering at the knowing note in Requiem's voice*
hsvWakeJumper: *gives himself a small shake* Anyways, I'd better get back, before Flashpoint follows through with her threat to tear Slingshot's wings off... Honestly, that mech does not know the meaning of self-preservation....
Dreadnought: *as WakeJumper turns away* Hey. *big hand squeezes his shoulder* Chin up. Look forward ta the next fight. *grins*
hsvWakeJumper: *manages a small smile, before he's moving to leave*
Jetfire: *After hsvWakeJumper's gone* That mech's gotta lotta weight on 'is shoulders.... *back to work*
Requiem: That other Dreadnought? He's goin' by Overkill now. And kissing the Fallen's aft.
Apoleia: *hisss*
Jetfire: ... Slaggin' moron...
Sparta: What?
Dreadnought: o.0
Requiem: *facepalm* Not you, Sparta.
Jetfire: Th' mech th' lad was troublin' 'imself over... 'E's the slaggin' moron fer followin' th' Fallen.
Dreadnought: How could any Destron worth their gears do somethin' like that?
Jetfire: 'E ain't worth nothin'. Even Slaargs're better than 'im.
Dreadnought: I see 'im? And he'll pay.
Requiem: You'll stay the slag away from him.
Dreadnought: *protesting look. Doesn't understand why his brother's denying him the fight*
Requiem: He's modded to the pit and back. And he's not worth it, unless the big boss tells us to go after him.
Jetfire: Listen t' th' mech, Dreadnought. *working working working!*
Dreadnought: *frowns* Yessir. Hey... you look different.
Requiem: And you sound different.
Sparta: And smell difOOOF! *was stomped*
Jetfire: *Snort* 'S prolly 'cause 'f that slaggin' contraption Pink found....
Dreadnought: The pole-r-oid?
Jetfire: Aye, lad... *finishes what he's working on*
Sparta: Hey, that rust spot on your butt's gone tOOOF!
Apoleia: *kicks Sparta for good measure, and is Requiem cuffed for it*
Jetfire: *Amused snort, moves to get up... and does so without any hint of creaking*
Requiem: Permission to speak freely, sir?
Jetfire: Go 'head, lad...
Requiem: If you want to keep that Scattor or Optimus can make it stay.
Jetfire: *Blink blink* Really, now....
Requiem: *nod* Yes, sir. The Optimus that's Tarantulus' brother.
Jetfire: Huh.... Should prolly go 'n pay 'im a visit....
Requiem: Please ask him to fix the TV, too? Blackout doesn't like not being able to do something when she wants to.
Apoleia: *nodding silently*
Blackout: *rumbling in the common room as she once more pokes at TV parts*
Jetfire: *nods and moves to head out to the Black Dog. He figures if he finds Tarantulus, odds are, Optimus will be nearby*
Blackout: *looks up as he goes past* Where are you going, old man?
Jetfire: T' get someone t' fix the TV.
Blackout: *expression darkens* Shoddy organic tech....
Jetfire: *Patpat* Should be fixed soon 'nough.
Blackout: *scowl fades to affection, and she gives him a gentle smack upside the head*
Scorpy: *cheer!*
Jetfire: *Amused rumbles*
Blackout: Since you're so spry now you can bring back the new paint order. *optics twinkle*
Jetfire: *Snorts* Aye...
Blackout: *then realizes that Toyrt-Mow slipped away from Requiem and goes to get the little pest out of the ammo store room*
Jetfire: *Slips off to go to the Black Dog*
Black Dog: *hopping, an eager buzz proclaiming that the lights are lowered for a reason. Much of the interest is aimed toward the stage, though it's not the usual show time yet*
Jetfire: *looks around, hoping to spot either Tarantulus, or the femme that he's claimed as his mate*
Nemesis: *voice booms over the buzz of conversation* Bet, I'm angry with you. You aren't supposed to drop the organic orders on the floor.
hsvBeau: Aww man.... *disappointed*
hsvRaoul: *shaking his head* *In Spanish* [That stuff looks better on the floor, man...]
hsvTracks: Raoul, don't be crude...
Bet: I will pick it up, master.
Nemesis: No. You'll come over here and get a new one. Pooka, clean that up.
Pooka: Yes, Mama! *gallops out from behind the bar and over to the dropped food. Lickafloor!*
Jetfire: *Amused snort, moves to try and approach the bar, since he can't seem to spot Tarantulus or Showtime in the crowd*
Jazz: Hey, oldtimer. *pauses and frowns at her PINpoint screen, and then looks at Jetfire again* What the slag'd you do?
Jetfire: Got my picture taken by some enchanted Pole-or-oid.... 'M lookin' fer Scattor 'r Tarantulus' brother so I c'n ask 'un 'f 'em fer their help fixin' Blackout's TV.
Jazz: *exchanges a glance with her mate, and then shrugs* I got nothin'.
Nemesis: Scattor's not here. And Optimus. *pauses* Optimus, Optimus, Optimus.
Jazz: o.0
Jetfire: *Raised brow ridges*
yOp: *suddenly right behind Jetfire* You called, Nemesis?
Jazz: *in Bee's lap!*
Bumblebee: *Meep! Hold onto mate and boggle at yOp's sudden appearance*
Jetfire: *Startled cuss!*
Nemesis: *snickering as she walks over to hand a mech further down the bar their drink*
yOp: Er. Sorry. *blushing*
Jetfire: *Starting to see the benefits of possibly making whatever it was that made him young again permenant. For one, he's not getting spark palpitations the way he would normally....* Yer Tarantulus' brother?
yOp: *embarrassed apology becomes a quiet and quizzical smile* I am.
Jetfire: Pink found 'erself an enchanted Pole-or-oid, 'n 'un 'f the things she got 'n image 'f was Blackout's TV... Slaggin' thing's busted t' kingdom come....
yOp: *face meets palm with a resounding clank* The Polaroid and Pink. Great.
Jetfire: Aye... 'N she ain't visible right now...
yOp: So she'll be stalking people in stealth mode 24/7. *slight sigh* You want me to undo everything it did?
Jetfire: Some'a that's up t' Dready... I'm just fine 'n dandy th' way I am.
yOp: *slight frown* What and who exactly did she take pictures of?
Jetfire: T' my knowledge, Blackout's TV, Dreadnought, 'erself, 'n me.
yOp: I could try to make everything the way it's supposed to be? *tilts head slightly as he listens for guidance*
Jetfire: Main concern's fixin' Blackout's TV.
yOp: *soft chuckle* Alright, but you're going to have to wish.
Jetfire: *confused look is a go*
yOp: *quietly* I'm a Guardian Fae Changeling. I can't do anything unless you ask for it. So make a wish. And word it right.
Jetfire: Just what d' ye mean by 'word it right'?
yOp: Well.... *slight nod as he feels Primus' suggestion* Maybe if you wish that everything will be the way it's supposed to be for you, Dreadnought, Pink, and the TV.
Jetfire: *Sees the sense in that* I wish that everythin' will be th' way it's s'posed t' be fer Dreadnought, Pink, Blackout's TV, 'n me.
yOp: *shutters his optics as blue and red sparkles light up the air around him*
Jazz: Ohhhhh, slag.
Bumblebee: *Confused sound, looks to Jazz to see why she's saying that*
Jazz: *very uneasy expression. Would like to NOT be so near the weird lights!*
Bumblebee: *moves to carry Jazz a bit further away from the weird lights*
yOp: *concentrating on fixing TV without bringing it to life*
Pink: *eeeeks and giggles as a G1 Ironhide suddenly sees her in his poutine and lifts her out*
Jetfire: *Attention going to Pink* *Snorts*
yOp: *and then feeds a hungry Dreadnought all the data he needs*
Pink: *comes zipping over to Jetfire, giggling all the way*
Jetfire: *gives Pink a playful, and easily dodgeable, swat*
Pink: *more beeping and giggling as she darts closer and kisses him on the cheek*
yOp: *sparkles fade away* There. Done.
Jetfire: *nods* Thank ye kindleh... *Will make another playful grab at Pink* C'mon, younglin'... Let's get Blackout's paint order.
yOp: You're welcome. *slight smile, and then a snerk as Pink attaches herself to Jetfire's face*
Pink: I'mma facehugger!
Jetfire: *Amused snort*
Pink: ^_^
Bumblebee: *Going O.o at Jetfire and Pink now*
Jazz: *snerking at them. She's seen those movies*
Jetfire: *Paying Jazz and Bumblebee no mind, will move to go get Blackout's paint order... And consider seeing if Mouse would like to play paintball sometime soon...*
((Co-written with random_xtras))