mbv and the Nexus, the /Ark/ and the Black Dog, New Babies
Rachel: //Red?//
Russell: //Yes, Rachel?//
Rachel: //Are you weirded out by the thought of linking to another mech?//
Russell: //Depends on the situation.... for medical reasons, no. Anything else, we might have an issue.//
Rachel: //Jack's been wondering why you don't drop by the lab. I told him that Merlin's working on something, but you were never involved with a project for that long when we were back on Cybertron.//
Russell: //How often was I there again? Just when he blew himself up badly enough to require an additional pair of hands....//
Rachel: *soft snerk* //Russ, you dropped in for a minute or two nearly every day.//
Russell: //... Huh...// *moves to head for the room where Rachel and Jack are*
Rachel: *softly* //...He doesn't realize he's dreaming.//
Russell: //... How aware of current events, such as in the past year, is he?//
Rachel: //He knows we have the sparklets. But he thinks we're living on Cybertron. And he thinks that Missy is born.//
Russell: *small frown as he enters the room* //Does he remember anything else?//
Rachel: //He remembers what his desk at VT looked like, and the doll parts. And he remembers Denver and Tracks. But he thinks she was born a 'Bot.//
Russell: //We'll have to get him back up to speed slowly then....//
Rachel: //Yup. But not yet. Right now the peace is good for him.//
Russell: //How are you two linked?//
Rachel: //I've been plugging my wire into Jack's port. So that means you could use Jack's wire, or you could plug into my port.//
Russell: //Gotcha...// *Will plug his wire into Rachel's wrist port*
Rachel: *plugs back into Jack's port* -Hey, slugger, look who I ran into while I was grabbing the energy.-
Wheeljack: *looks up from what he's working on* -Red, what's been keeping you?-
Red Alert: *chuckles quietly* -I refuse to incriminate myself.-
Wheeljack: -...- *Surprised* -You're courting someone, aren't you?-
Ratchet: *chuckles as she sets the cubes of energon on an empty table space*
Red Alert: -Again, I refuse to incriminate myself.-
Wheeljack: *Thanks Rachel, moves to heckle Russell a bit more* -C'moooon... Who is she?-
Ratchet: *snerks and thinks that Jack is more interested in gossip than in a hello kiss*
Wheeljack: *will move to snuzzle Rachel, gossip temporary forgotten*
Ratchet: *cuddles close and gives him a gentle kiss that will nonetheless give his head a bit of a spin*
Wheeljack: *pleasantly dizzy*
Red Alert: *giving the couple a bit of privacy as he moves to investigate what Jack was working on*
Ratchet: *snuzzles* -Love you, slugger.-
Wheeljack: *contented nuzzles* -Love you too.-
Ratchet: -Red's peeking at your workbench again.- *amused*
Wheeljack: *chuckles and glances at the medic* -Seriously though, who's the lucky girl?-
Ratchet: -You want me to mess up his surprise?- *winks*
Wheeljack: *Attention back on Rachel* -Surprise?-
Ratchet: -The identity of his lady.- *optics twinkling*
Red Alert: *chuckles* -Well, I'm not sure you would know her... She's from a different build period than us...-
Wheeljack: -Quit teasing, Red...-
Ratchet: *settles on the table by the energon cubes* -It's so cute how her optics light up at the sight of you.-
Red Alert: *slight blush*
Wheeljack: *reaching for a cube* -C'moooon... You can tell me...-
Ratchet: *looks at Red Alert* -Her name's Showtime.-
Wheeljack: *slight frown for a few moments, before recognition dawns on his face*
Ratchet: -You've heard of her, sport?-
Wheeljack: -She's a counselor, right?-
Ratchet: *nods* -And she sang that cute little song over the social net the other day.-
Wheeljack: -...- *studying Red Alert* -You're more than courting her, aren't you?-
Ratchet: -Easy, 'Jack. Remember what I said about not trying to push memories too fast.-
Red Alert: *nods* -Showtime and I are bonded...-
Wheeljack: *blink blink, chuckles softly* -Good for you...-
Ratchet: *thinking of two pretty little blue sparklets now*
Wheeljack: *Questioning look for Ratchet*
Ratchet: *softly, with amusement* -They were given twins.-
Wheeljack: -...I hope they're not like those crazy warriors....-
Ratchet: -They're little and sweet.-
Wheeljack: *chuckles* -Good... Wouldn't want ya to fritz, Red...-
Red Alert: -I only did that when Showtime's spark budded.-
Ratchet: *soft laughter* -And how.-
Red Alert: *Razzes Ratchet*
Ratchet: ^_^
Wheeljack: *more chuckles, before he moves to lean against the table to try and hide how tired he's starting to get*
Ratchet: *loves him over the link that she suspects he thinks is a proper mate bond* -How late were you up last night after you got out of bed?-
Wheeljack: *Sheepishly* -A joor...-
Ratchet: *gives him a gentle Look* -I think it's time for a nap.-
Red Alert: -I'll get out of your way then... Try not to blow anything up for awhile, 'Jack...-
Wheeljack: *Small nod* -Yeah... See ya around, Red...-
Ratchet: -Thanks for dropping by, Red.- *grins as she puts an arm around Wheeljack's waist*
Red Alert: -I'll stop by another time.- *moves to leave, will unplug his wire from Rachel's wrist port*
Ratchet: *just to him* -Thanks, Russ.-
Russell: //I'll bug Merlin and see if he can swing by for a visit sometime soon...//
Ratchet: //Makes sure he can come in calmly. I don't want Jack upset.// *rubbing mate's back in the meantime*
Russell: //Should I have Kia stay with him when he comes visit then?//
Ratchet: *chuckle* //Those two are never apart, Russ. The bond nearly went to fusion.//
Russell: *soft snort* //True...//
Ratchet: //Tell Rinny hi for me.//
Russell: //I will.//
Ratchet: *quietly* //And cheer up. Jack remembered her after only hearing her name and seeing how you reacted.//
Russell: //I'm wondering whether we'll have similar luck with the rest of the 'Bots...//
Ratchet: //We'll just have to wait and see. But I better get back to Jack. He'll be wondering why I'm so quiet.//
Russell: //I'll let you go then...//
Ratchet: *grins and returns her attention to the link, checking to see what 'Jack's doing*
Wheeljack: *sipping at one of the energon cubes and trying not to yawn too badly*
Ratchet: -What am I going to do with you, sport?-
Wheeljack: -Hm?-
Ratchet: -Sneaking out of bed after I'm asleep.- *stern look*
Wheeljack: *Hunkers down sheepishly* -Just wanted to work on the doll...-
Ratchet: *puts a hand on the side of his face and pulls him close* -Swoop understands that you need time to self repair.- *light lovebomb over the link*
Wheeljack: *snuggle* -I just hate the thought of disappointing her though...-
Ratchet: -You're not going to disappoint her. She's usually too busy loving her other dolls, or the drones, to think of this one.-
Wheeljack: *soft chuckle* -We made something special with her....-
Ratchet: *mother love* -We made something special with all of them.-
Wheeljack: -Yeah...- *Proud of the Dinobots and the newest family member*
Ratchet: *soft chuckle of her own* -I think our Miss Missy is going to be a lot like Swoop.-
Wheeljack: -Aww....- *blinks as he yawns hard enough to pop his jaw a bit* -Oww...-
Ratchet: *takes his cube from him and sets it down, then chuckles again as she realizes he was drinking some of the glittery sparklet brew* *lovebombs him for being silly and cute*
Wheeljack: *a bit sullenly, or would be if his optics weren't sparkling* -I like the glittery blend...-
Ratchet: *softly, as her own optics dance* -Have I ever made fun of you for it, 'Jack?-
Wheeljack: -No... You've just scolded me for eating chalk....-
Ratchet: -That's different. Your spark condition can't handle the extra energy you need to process chalk.- *arms around him and snuzzles*
Wheeljack: *soft sigh, nods and snuzzles*
Ratchet: *gently rubs his back as she puts her arms around him* -But I think what Percy's working on will cure your craving for chalk.-
Wheeljack: *absent murmur, is ready for a nap*
Ratchet: *arms around his neck in silent request to be picked up and hauled to bed*
Wheeljack: *soft chuckle as he moves to comply*
Ratchet: *thinks he's funny. Likes that*
Wheeljack: *happy snuzzles as he gently sets her on the berth and moves to lay down beside her*
Ratchet: *pulls the tarp out from under her and then spreads it over them. Contented sigh and snuggles down underneath*
Wheeljack: *content, snuggles close as he slips into slumber*
Ratchet: *puts her arms around him and protects him as she works to restore his memory circuits while he sleeps*
In another part of the Ark...
Moonracer: *looking at the tummy of her new and improved human alt mode* *poke poke poke* .... *yes, she does this a lot*
Powerglide: *still thinks it's a bit weird to be squishy*
Moonracer: Do I look like a 'Maria'? *poke poke poke*
Powerglide: *reaches to poke mate in the belly* I think you look just fine....
Moonracer: *sucks in tummy and giggles softly, then tries poking him* Ohhh. You're not as soft.
Powerglide: Probably 'cause I'm built differently....
Moonracer: *poke poke poke* ...It's pretty.
Powerglide: *reaches to pull her close for snuzzles*
Moonracer: *cuddles close, her mind still on the problem of human names* I think I like Maja or Mirka better....
Powerglide: Then tell 'em that....
Moonracer: Which do you like better? And what are you picking? *head on his shoulder*
Powerglide: I like Maja.... And I was thinking Pavel for me....
Moonracer: *giggles* Pasha.
Powerglide: *mock glare, more snuzzles* *Quietly* You're the only one allowed to call me that.
Moonracer: *more soft giggling as she cuddles*
Powerglide: *Quietly* Wonder whether 'Jack will be okay....
Moonracer: *giggles die down to a soft sigh against his neck* *pensively* I hope so. It'd be horrible to die so far away from home.
Powerglide: Yeah.... *Snuggles*
Moonracer: *lifts her head and looks at the clock on the wall of their little living room as it chimes* It's time to refu... eat. Lunch.
Powerglide: *Chuckles* Yeah....
Moonracer: *contemplates the clock, and then gives him a doubtful look* Do you remember the way to the mess?
Powerglide: Um.... Isn't that why that lady gave us a map?
Moonracer: *looks around for the map* ^_^;
map: *on a washstand type table near the door*
Moonracer: Oh, there it is. *goes to pick it up, but then nearly jumps out of her skin as she notices what looks like a shimmering rip in the air* Powerglide!
Powerglide: *hurries to her side, protective instincts in overdrive*
Moonracer: *points a trembling finger at the phenomenon*
Powerglide: *Moving to pull her away from it, puts out a call for assistance*
small black form: *tumbles through the rip, which then vanishes*
Moonracer: EEEK!
Powerglide: *Startled blurt of cursing*
newcomer: *lays still for a moment, but then wriggles and starts to cry with the voice of a very young human*
Moonracer: o.0
Powerglide: ... *moves to crouch near the tiny form, quiet clicks*
baby: *blinks big black eyes with soft golden streaks in them, and perks long pointed ears. Small sound as tiny arms wave*
Moonracer: Powerglide! It's a sparklet. Let me come see?
Powerglide: It doesn't seem like it's very old.... *moves to carefully and gently lift the little thing so he can bring it to his mate*
Moonracer: *arms out as her heart-shaped face breaks into a smile* Ohhhhhhh!
baby: *pees on Powerglide*
Powerglide: *Startled blurt*
Moonracer: What? What?
Powerglide: It leaked on me!
Moonracer: *blinks and looks bewildered, but then perks* Oh, humans leak. Remember? *hand toward the tiny one, which curls as the baby coos earnestly*
Powerglide: *will offer Moonracer the baby*
Javan: *knocking on the door*
Moonracer: *takes baby and cuddles him* Ohhhh. Where's your mama? Oh, I wish you were mine.
baby: *lifts his head and curls his little tail*
Javan: *knocking again* Moonracer? Powerglide? Y'all okay?
Moonracer: *startles and looks at the door*
Powerglide: *frowns at the door and moves to open it*
Javan: *Blink blink as the door is opened*
Moonracer: *smiles* Jaz... Javan! Look what we found!
Javan: Issat a Wustfee like Sunshine 'n Naomi?
Prowl: *Contacting Captain House*
Sunshine: //I'm on my vay. Vhat's the situation?//
Prowl: //A baby showed up in Powerglide and Moonracer's quarters... He looks like he may be Wustfee, but we're not sure.//
Sunshine: //...! Showed up?//
Prowl: //Moonracer's horrible at keeping things secret. We would've found out shortly after making rendevous with her whether she was caring for a baby of a different race.//
Sunshine: //Gif me the coordinates.//
Prowl: *provides the coordinates*
Sunshine: *appears just outside the door, and then steps in, her wings half furled as her pale eyes go to where Moonracer is standing* Ach....
Powerglide: *Startles and moves to protect his mate*
Sunshine: *softly* I von't hurt anyvone, Powerglide. May I see your baby?
Powerglide: *Sees how un-worried Prowl and Javan are, small nod as he moves to stand beside Moonracer*
Sunshine: *ears move in a gentle smile* Nein, he ist not Wustfeen. He's Schattenfeen.
Javan: *blink* What's the difference?
Sunshine: *soft chuckle* He has a healing factor, und vonce he is grown he vill not need to sleep. Und he'll be able to move through the schadows.
Prowl: How did he wind up here?
Powerglide: There was a weird portal thingy and he fell through it...
Sunshine: *ears back as her eyes show sadness* *nods* Ja. He fell through a himmeltaur. *reaches to smooth the baby's fuzzy hair, which shows golden highlights like the ones in his eyes*
Powerglide: *a bit stubbornly* Well, we need to know what he can eat.....
Sunshine: *chuckle* Milk. Skim, preferably, vith a little extra protein added und heated till it vould just scald a normal human.
baby: *eating his fist now as he sleepily listens to Moonracer's spark*
Powerglide: *small nod* Any specific kind'a protein?
Sunshine: *ears twitch* Bug.
Moonracer: o.0
Powerglide: ... *Raised brow*
Prowl: Would shellfish work?
Sunshine: I haf some dried shrimp meal.
baby: *squeaky hiccup sound and then nuzzles his little face against Moonracer's front before going to sleep*
Moonracer: *distracted* Ohhhhhh.
Powerglide: *Quiet "Awww", before he's gently fussing over his mate and the baby*
Sunshine: You're alvright vith being his vader, Powerglide?
Powerglide: *nods, attention fully on mate and baby*
Prowl: *moves to usher Javan out of the room* Congratulations, Moonracer, Powerglide.
Moonracer: *absently* Maja. And thank you. *rubbing the baby's back*
Sunshine: *going to get the protein powder and milk and bottles now, and report to Patrick*
Powerglide: *Quiet clicks as he gently puts an arm around Moonracer's shoulders*
Moonracer: *looks up with a confused expression as something occurs to her* But... Oh. We can't keep him. What about his creators? *wibble*
Powerglide: ... Why would Captain House ask if I minded being his father then? *puzzled*
Moonracer: *even more confused* Oh.... I don't know.
Sunshine: *coming back now, bottle heater in one hand, box of glass bottles in the other, and a bag full of milk and diapers and such in another*
Powerglide: *Quietly* What about his creators? Will they be worried about him?
Sunshine: *ears back* Ja. He vill. But there is nothing ve can do about that.
Powerglide: ... There isn't? *worried now*
Sunshine: Vonce somevone comes through a himmeltaur they can't ever go back. *sets the warmer on their tiny kitchen counter and starts fixing up a bottle* Here, these diapers are from vhen Naomi vas tiny. They von't cramp his tail.
Powerglide: Aww... Poor little guy... *clicks quietly as he moves to grab one of the diapers*
Sunshine: Und it's the vay of das Feen that a vader who finds a kinder is that kinder's vader.
Powerglide: *Small nod, continues to click quietly*
Sunshine: *looks more closely at the baby* I'd say he's about vone year old.
Moonracer: *blinks with confusion* One year old?
Sunshine: Ja.
Powerglide: ... *surprised by this*
Sunshine: *sees their surprise and confusion* Schattenfeen und Wust Feen age more slowly than normal humans do. My daughter Naomi looks like she should be eight years old. But she is thirty two.
Powerglide: *blink blink* .... Huh....
Moonracer: *softly* How old will he get?
Sunshine: They're a new race, but it's supposed they might live nearly forever. *brings over the bottle, which is steaming*
Moonracer: o.0
Powerglide: ...You weren't kidding about the scalding thing....
Sunshine: Nope. Vell, I can see he's vet on you. It vas hot, vright?
Powerglide: Yeah....
Sunshine: *touches him with her hand, which feels like a warm brick oven*
Powerglide: O.o
Sunshine: *and then takes his hand and puts it fully on the baby's back so that he can feel a not quite so strong heat, but still one that is much higher than human*
Powerglide: *both brows up now*
Sunshine: *softly* Vhen he reaches puberty his vings vill grow, und so vill his firetracks.
Powerglide: Firetracks?
Sunshine: *turns her arm over to show the glowing vein down the underside of it*
Moonracer: o.0
Powerglide: ... He's got built-in weaponry...
Sunshine: He vill, ja.
Powerglide: *Soft chuckle, gently smooths the baby's short hair*
baby: *little wriggle. Is hiding face on Moonracer's chest*
Sunshine: *chuckles and offers the bottle to Powerglide* See if he'd like some of this.
Powerglide: *small nod, carefully handles the bottle, offering the silicon tip to the baby* *Quiet clicks*
baby: *more wriggle, but then peeks and latches on. Puts ear back in a frown, but then figures this funny thing out and settles down to nurse*
Moonracer: *softly* Ohhhh.
Powerglide: *Clicks quietly as the baby eats*
Sunshine: Do you know his name?
Moonracer: Misha.
Powerglide: *nods in agreement with what Moonracer said*
Sunshine: It's a good strong name. *ears twitch* Lt. Col. Oberson vasn't home, but I left a message for him about Misha. Do you need help vith the diaper? He vill vet again after he eats.
Powerglide: That'd be great.....
Sunshine: *takes the diaper back and slips it onto the right part of the baby, showing how his tail goes through the sleeve on the back* I'll need to reach his front to do it up.
Powerglide: *Will carefully try to rearrange Misha so the diaper can be fastened properly*
Moonracer: *tries to help*
Misha: *loses hold of his lunch and looks around to see why, a dribble of milk going down his pudgy little chin*
Powerglide: *soothing clicks, will try to gently poke the bottle at Misha's mouth again*
Misha: *blinks at Powerglide, and then twitches his ears in a big baby grin* Gooo....
Sunshine: *chuckling as she fastens the diaper* That is a smile.
Powerglide: *Chuckles and gently bounces Misha once the diaper's been fastened*
Misha: *arms go out a bit, but then he wriggles cheerfully and moves to snuggle this new person. He can hear that he sounds like the soft big person that he'd been snuggling already*
Sunshine: He'll vant more sleep und more cuddling than a sparklet. *watches as Moonracer takes the bottle*
Powerglide: *Quieter* That won't be a problem for us....
Sunshine: Und he'll vant to be near vone or the other of you most of the time. *goes to the bag and pulls out a Chinese baby carrier*
Moonracer: *softly* So... he won't want to go to the creche?
Sunshine: Not vhile he's this tiny.
Powerglide: *very quiet clicks*
Moonracer: Okay. *small smile as she watches her gruff, bluff mate interact with their new son*
Sunshine: So who vants to vhere him first?
Powerglide: *glances to Moonracer*
Moonracer: *wants to wear baby, but as she so often does she's looking for what he says*
Powerglide: *Can't deny his mate anything, will gently transfer Misha back to her, clicking quietly all the while*
Moonracer: *soft happy sound, and then she's clicking as she looks down at the little one, who is snuggling his face against her chest again with his own little happy sounds. He likes this soft lady*
Sunshine: Gut. Here. *puts the rectangular part of the carrier over Misha, and then ties the bottom straps around Moonracer's waist before taking the top straps, putting them over her shoulders, and then wrapping them around her back and tying them under Misha's butt* Vings for the parent vithout them. *ear twitch*
Moonracer: *so pleased!* *looks to Powerglide with a shining face*
Powerglide: *Soft razz for Sunshine, arm around Moonracer's shoulders*
Sunshine: *just twitches her ears some more as she watches Moonracer offer the bottle to Misha again after testing the temperature* Are you coming to eat lunch?
Powerglide: *blink blink* *Sheepish grin*
Moonracer: *as she watches her new son eat* I am hungry....
Powerglide: Let's go get some lunch then... *intends to have snuggle time after lunch*
Moonracer: *smiles that sweet smile that make some people think she's stupid* Alright. *will snuggle his arm as she goes with him*
Sunshine: *watches them go, and then puts the milk away and closes the door as she goes too*
Nexus
Scylla: *crouching on a full size TF table as she talks to the little red and gold mech, her long tail lashing a little with the intensity of her feelings* ...They could have the white one.
Blaster: *nods* They'd be good parents.
Scylla: *looks at the huge sheaf of paper in her hands, which she's read and looked through carefully in the couple hours since the mech brought them to her* You even have a letter from my boss's son recommending them. I believe it.
Blaster: *chuckles and nods* They live in the Ark, which is more than secure, so it's not likely anything would happen.
Scylla: Will they be able to handle a kid that's going to be clumsy and unintelligent?
Blaster: *honestly and sincerely* I'd be surprised if they weren't.
Scylla: And he might get big. My husband's eight foot tall, but the guys of his race are usually twenty.
Blaster: We've got Decepticons around that size.
Scylla: They're alright with letting me and his dad be a part of his life as he grows up? And did you tell them that lu usually only live around fifty years?
Blaster: *nods* They were hoping you and your husband would continue to be a part of the little one's life... *Quieter* We're used to outliving most organic races, as morbid as it sounds...
Scylla: What's morbid about it? I know I'm going to outlive a lot of people too. It's just accepting how things are.
Blaster: *shrugs* Not all organic races are as open to the idea.
Scylla: *soft hiss* *quietly* I know. *stands then* I'll go get him. Make sure Roger doesn't wreck anything?
Blaster: *nods*
Scylla: *PINs away, and then comes right back with a wriggling and unhappy baby in her arms. The little guy is the same colour as she is, but otherwise looks nothing like her. Instead of her own sleek hairless reptilian look he's got a fluffy tailless wolfpup thing going that is at once adorable and obviously harmless and helpless* Shhhh, George. It's alright. Shhhh.
George: *settles down soon like the amiable baby that he is, and then looks around curiously as he reaches for his toes*
Blaster: *Quiet clicks* *To Scylla* Firestar's in no shape to travel, so it might be a good idea if you and Roger come with me to introduce George to his new guardians...
Scylla: *looks up from murmuring to her son* That's alright with your higher ups?
Blaster: We'd be going straight to the family quarters, and NEST is used to non-human beings wandering around the base.
Scylla: Alright. So long as we don't get blamed for screwing up a reality. Are you done, Roger?
Roger: *slightly forlornly* Just let me finish wiping the sticky stuff out of my fur.
Blaster: We've got people from other realities on base too. So far, nothing's come of it aside from the occasional moment of confusion when someone hollers for Optimus... *dirty rotten chuckles*
Scylla: What's the temperature like? *cuddling George close as the baby's soft fur fluffs out in response to no longer being in his warm jungle home. She herself, though clad in a white halter and shorts/loincloth of some sort of rubber-like material, is unaffected by the temperature change*
Blaster: We keep the temperature around *names the temperature*, but we've also got plenty of blankets for the winter time and if it gets a little too chilly.
Scylla: Yeah, that's colder than he's used to. I should've brought a blanket. *looks at Roger as he trips over his own feet but manages to reach her safely*
Blaster: Like I said, we've got plenty of blankets there....
Scylla: Then let's hurry up and get him one.
Blaster: *calling Inferno and Firestar to let them know to get some blankets, even as he gets his PINpoint out. Nods as they acknowledge* They're ready.
Scylla: *Hand on his shoulder and tail around her husband's ankle*
Blaster: *PINs them to the Ark*
Inferno: *looks up from where he's arranging a soft sheepskin liner in the basket he and Firestar have chosen for the baby, his brows lifting*
Firestar: *wheeling over with a soft fleece blanket in her lap*
Scylla: *will crouch and set George in Firestar's lap with the blanket*
Roger: *just watching*
Firestar: *clicks quietly and moves to wrap George in the blanket*
George: *big blue eyes on the new person's face as he wriggles and grins and makes cute*
Firestar: *Smiles and clicks* *Softly, as she's still getting used to being able to speak out loud* Hello there...
George: *flail!*
Firestar: *will carefully cradle George in his blanket* And what do we call you, hmm?
Scylla: He came out seventh, so he wound up with George.
Inferno: *over on one knee behind his mate's chair now, and peeking over her shoulder as he grins*
Firestar: *Nods* Are there any foods that could make him sick?
Scylla: Not that I know of. But he's only had formula so far. He seems to be alright with the same kind of food his dad is, and Roger eats like any other human who likes his carbs.
Roger: *sheepish*
Firestar: *chuckles*
Scylla: I'm told that other Lu tend to go with a lot of vegetables and fiber, and that they like that smoked rind that Swindle's people make.
George: *wondering who just made that diaper music*
Blaster: *Snerk* Well, we get plenty of the rind around here... Javan's addicted to the stuff...
Scylla: *chuckle* Just remember he's too little yet.
Firestar: *nods*
Scylla: *looks around* This is a big place.
Blaster: *chuckles* And this is one of the smaller family quarters....
Scylla: *shakes her head and points to the kitchen, which is separated from the living area by an island* Our house would fit in there.
Inferno: *looks and frowns slightly, thinking that that sounds more like a hut to him*
Firestar: *Blink blink*
Roger: *scratches his nose* It's pretty warm, so we just need a place to sleep out of the rain.
George: *snuggling in the blanket, his eyelids drooping*
Firestar: *D'awws softly*
Scylla: *looks at the baby* He's enjoying being held. *slight smile that shows a glint of crystal fang, and she lifts a clawed hand to smooth George's head* I guess we should be going. Mother is taking care of his brothers, and the rain will be starting soon.
Inferno: *quietly* You come back any time to see him.
Scylla: *as she stands* We will. Thanks.
Firestar: *Quietly, as she cradles George* As soon as we can, we'll have a get-together in the Nexus as well....
Scylla: *quirks a smile, and then looks at Blaster, doesn't feel like using her own PINpoint*
Roger: *waves a little forlornly* Bye, George.
Blaster: *clicks quietly and nods, will bring Scylla and Roger back to the Black Dog*
Inferno: *watches them go, and firms his chin a bit, then moves around the wheelchair to where he can look at his mate's face as well as at the new member of their family* *softly teasing* Should I call you Mei Tai now?
Firestar: *Softly* Thrrrpt....
Inferno: *startles slightly as George gives a little jump and flail* Whoops.
Firestar: *Soothing clicks, gently rubs George's back*
George: *opens sleepy eyes to look at her curiously, but then curls up and snuggles*
Inferno: *great big grin as he watches*
Firestar: *small smile* Should we go eat?
Inferno: *blinks* Right. I fergot about that. *mouth curves upward in response to her smile* Want me to push?
Firestar: *nods*
Inferno: *gentle touch for George, and then leans to give Firestar a peck before he gets to his feet and carefully wheels her chair out of the room*
((Co-written with random_xtras))