Nexus, The Black Dog, A Different Rattrap
Rattrap: *comes wandering into the Black Dog in his lovely transmetal rat mode. Is sniffing the floor and twitching his whiskers. And acting totally oblivious to the fact that there's a fluffy little wildcat sprawled on his back and watching the world go by with contented and lazy golden eyes* Hmmm. Yeah, dis place smells good. Ohhhh boy. Yup, we'ah gonna have fun heah. Heheheh.
fDinobot: *attention going that way, snorts and returns his attention to reading about the Nexus on a datapad that WakeJumper procured for him*
Rattrap: *stops under a table to slurp up spilled energon* Ohhhhh yeah. Dat's da stuff.
mLumen: *yips at Rattrap from his perch up on the bartop*
Rattrap: *cocks an eye in that direction and snerks, then resumes slurping*
fDinobot: *soooo ignoring you, vermin*
Tarantulus: *has spotted Rattrap* ... *Raised brow ridge is a go as he moves to clear a few recently vacated tables nearby*
Rumor: *even smaller than the rat she's laying on, notices the glance of the tall bot in the cloak and perks her ears toward him as her floofy tail gives a slow twitch*
Rattrap: *finishes the puddle and goes looking for more, chortling to himself all the way*
Tarantulus: *mutter* And I thought the furry WakeJumper was strange-looking... *To Rattrap* Table or bar?
Rattrap: *sniffs Tarantulus' foot and looks thoughtful* I t'ink we're good.
Tarantulus: Alright. There's a ladder that leads up to the bar if you change your mind. *Going to clear more tables and take the dishes back to the dish room*
Rattrap: *checks the whole floor, noms a few lost energon treats and organic french fries, and also tucks away a few dropped cred chips* Heheheh. Youse wanna drink, Rumor?
Rumor: I could drink. *lowers her head to sniff him between the ears*
Rattrap: *chortles* Don't go gettin' mushy in public.
Rumor: *just rests her chin on him and makes lazy eyes. He's warm*
Rattrap: *big ratty grin as he wends his way between various kinds of legs toward the bar*
fDinobot: *Has been tracking Rattrap's progress, and praying silently the entire time that the mech doesn't notice or recognize him*
Rattrap: *stops at the base of the ladder and looks up, then snorts* Sheah, right. Rattrap express now off loadin' all passengers.
Rumor: *doesn't move*
Rattrap: ... Fluffy, youse is in da way 'a me transformin'.
Rumor: *licks a paw*
Rattrap: Rattrap maximise! *stands upright and quickly calculates coordinates. PINpoints to the top of the bar just as Rumor springs at him for dumping her* Heh! Too slow, pussycat!
mLumen: *More yips!*
mEclipse: ... Dork. *Works on something over on her corner of the bar*
fDinobot: *Ignore ignore ignore*
Nemesis: *doesn't look up from where she's sitting and holding a sleeping Pooka behind the bar* Mutt, serve the runt.
mWakeJumper: Alright, Nemesis... *hops up from where he was arguing with Vi, who has decided to continue her verbal assault on the mutt* *To Rattrap, after checking to see if it's the one he knows* What'll ya have?
Rattrap: *girly scream after his taunting butt waggle is interrupted by Rumor flashing up the side of the ladder and pouncing him*
Vi: EPIC FAIL! *Cackles and zips away to find Mal*
Rumor: *looks up at WJ* Do you take gold?
mWakeJumper: *nods* All currency except for the giant stone rings, and live animals.
Rumor: What do you have for beer?
Rattrap: *trying to get himself unpinned. Is kinda failing. Also smells like he's already been loving the beer*
mWakeJumper: *names the selection available*
Rattrap: None'a that Ancient American Earth slag fer me. I want REAL beer!
Rumor: *no longer sitting on Rattrap. Is sitting on one of the small tables on the bar instead*
mWakeJumper: *Chuckles* What country?
Rumor: *hauls something out of subspace and offers the little stoneware bottle to him* Something like that.
mWakeJumper: Gotcha. *goes to get a couple of cartons of Chibuku Shake Shake*
Rattrap: *gets to his feet and saunters over to the table that Rumor is sitting on, settles in a chair and grins as he remembers this one batch where something wonky happened and he and everyone else that drank it slept for a straight eight hours*
Rumor: *watching him with perked ears*
mEclipse: *Mutters something that sounds a bit like "Don't know how you two are always the two who manage to break parts"*
tShowtime: *Sheepishly apologizing* *is that scope that's currently by mEclipse's feet while the Maximal femme works on an impressive-looking handgun*
Rumor: *looks over there instead, and then rises up on her hind legs* Rumor, terrorize! *cute little big-eyed femme bot hunkers down to watch mEclipse and that talking scope*
Rattrap: *talking to the energon pellets*
mEclipse: *glances at Rumor, raised brow ridge for a few moments before the gun in her lap suddenly cuts loose with a string of obscenities* Nice of you to join the living again, Des.
tDesinex: *grouchily* Shut up, Eclipse.
tShowtime: Desinex... *Sighs*
mLumen: *going to dart over to Rattrap and yip at him, little tail just a-waggin'*
Rattrap: *pauses and squints down at the puppy* Uuughhhh, no. No kids. Not t'day. Unca Rattrap's off duty.
mLumen: *headtilt, yips happily at his dad when the mech returns to put two red and blue cartons on the table*
mWakeJumper: You'll need to shake the cartons before you drink... *Scoops up mLumen and carries him over to mEclipse*
Rattrap: Oooo. *sniff sniff* Beeeeeer. *scowls up at Wake* Youse t'ink I dunno howta drink beer? Cheese.
mWakeJumper: I've met people who didn't. *Shrugs and picks up the cussing handgun after setting mLumen down and watching him dart down the ramp*
Rumor: We're used to that village beer. They brew it in a hole in the ground. *still watching the scope and handgun*
tDesinex: *Calling mWakeJumper all manner of rude names, even as she moves to transform*
tShowtime: *Gets picked up by mEclipse and soon has her transformation cog removed* *To Rumor* Hello...
Rumor: Interesting alt. *hops down off the table*
Rat: *attention snaps away from the carton he just chewed open* Hey! Where yous goin', fluffy?
Rumor: *points*
Rattrap: Oh. *back to his beer*
tShowtime: *A bit unsure what to say* Er... Thanks?
tDesinex: *going to go sit with fDinobot, laters*
Rumor: *watches the darker small femme go, then turns back to the lighter one*
mEclipse: She and Des have the worst luck for getting stuck in alt-mode... *continues to work on fixing the little femme's transformation cog* Kriti doesn't even get her cog busted up or knocked stupid, and she's just as tempermental as Des....
mWakeJumper: That's 'cause Kriti usually hangs out with Rhinox. *shrugs and goes to see if there's anyone who needs serving*
Rattrap: Aw, nobody dat hangs out wit' a Lardbutt gets in trouble. ...Udder dan me. *drinks*
Rumor: *doesn't look at him, instead she's watching the repair job*
mEclipse: *As she finishes bending a part of the cog back into shape* I've seen it, so I know you're not lying, Rat.
tShowtime: *sighs, is used to mEclipse's attitude problems*
Rattrap: *glances over there* ...Seen what?
mEclipse: Your alt from Wake's and my reality. Even with Rhinox keeping an eye on him, he manages to get into all kinds of trouble... *re-installing the cog* Mech just attracts trouble like a magnet... and so does Wake. *Scowls a bit*
tShowtime: *Transforms once mEclipse finishes repairing her* Thank you, Eclipse. *attention going to Rumor with a small smile*
Rumor: *looks at the little blue femme, her nose twitching slightly* Hello.
Rattrap: *pauses, and then looks at the screen on his PINpoint after pointing it at Eclipse* *CUSS*
mEclipse: *Raised brow ridge* What?
tShowtime: *curious 'wing flutter, the lenses from her alt-mode sparkling a bit in the light*
Rattrap: *looks up, all the light hearted silly drunkenness missing from his demeanor now* S'he around? Dat udder Rat.
mEclipse: *headshake* The reality closed off... and Wake got yanked to that bozo's reality... *Nods towards fDinobot*
Rattrap: *sharp red optics go toward the brightly coloured being that she indicates* 'N who da slagg're yous?
fDinobot: *Slight twitch, turns his attention to Rattrap* *Studious look for a few moments* Dinobot.
Rattrap: *mouth falls open* Choppaface?
fDinobot: *narrowing his optics slightly*
tDesinex: He isn't yours, so quit acting like a derp! *grouch grumble grouch*
fDinobot: Hrrnnnn.... It is as the miniscule one stated....
Rattrap: *rolls his optics at at tDesinex* I'm drunk, sistah, not stupid. *snerk* Funny how da Dinobots always end up wid da fiery ones.
tDesinex: ....
fDinobot: *Snort*
tShowtime: *heard that* *gigglefit*
Rumor: *quietly* Rattrap tends to bestow nicknames to those he values and to those he holds in contempt. The rest of us have learned to deal with it.
fDinobot: *Attention going to Rumor* And who, pray tell, are you?
Rattrap: Dat's my wife. *will now sit down and chew on his beer carton between slurps. Is ignoring you, Dinobot*
fDinobot: *Raised brow ridge*
Rumor: *in her quiet way* My name is Rumor. The Dinobot of my reality is my creator.
fDinobot: .... *has to give himself a bit of a shake*
Rumor: *doesn't even snerk. Just turns her attention back to the tiny femme called Showtime*
tShowtime: Dinobot's still a bit uneasy with the idea of alternates... Even though he's met the little one and the big one who come here the most... *shrugs*
Rumor: *quizzical headtilt. Even though she retains her silence her question is clear*
tShowtime: Until he met WakeJumper, alternate realities were only a myth in his reality... And he's still trying to get used to being around a larger pack....
Rumor: *glances over to the feathered Dinobot with sympathy in her wide golden optics. She knows how that feels*
Rattrap: *singing to himself as he starts on the second carton of beer*
fDinobot: *in a quiet argument with tDesinex, is trying to ignore Rattrap*
Rumor: *turns back to tShowtime* You aren't from their reality.
tShowtime: No... Kriti, Desinex and I are from a reality similar to the one your ancestors hail from... *yes, she's done a bit of research* One of the differences between that reality and the one I came from is that the femmes are smaller than the mechs for the most part...
Rumor: *slight shift in stance that makes it seems like she's put her ears back. Being small has left its mark on her*
tShowtime: You've seen one of my sisters in her alt-mode... and you've seen mine... Kriti turns into a visor... She usually hangs out with the Rhinox from WakeJumper, Eclipse, and Lumen's reality... The mechs from home aren't much bigger than most Maximals or Predacons.
Rumor: What is the year in your realty?
tShowtime: *blinks and has to think for a few moments* Roughly 2003, if I remember right... Desinex would know for certain, as she's the only one out of the three of us who isn't an Exile.
Rumor: Then the Great War has ended for you?
tShowtime: *nods* And for Kriti.... Desinex is free to return home, but I don't think she will...
Rumor: *considers the answer she got, and then clarifies* I mean for your reality.
tShowtime: Oh... I don't know....
Rumor: In my own reality it was near that time that Optimus Prime banished Galvatron and restored Cybertron's Golden Age. *more quietly* For the Autobots.
tShowtime: Huh....
Rumor: *slight shrug. She's no longer on Cybertron. The history no longer matters to her*
tShowtime: *Watchs as mWakeJumper brings Rattrap another couple of cartons of beer* *Quietly* I just hope things work out so there's peace....
Rumor: *looks back to her* For your reality?
tShowtime: *Nods*
Rattrap: *cheerful thanks and a little bag of gold, and then he's talking to the new cartons*
Rumor: *silent. She knows very little about other realities; doesn't know that some have found peace. The only peace she's known was the relative quiet time while Megatron's Predacons fought off the Vengeance plague as best they could*
mWakeJumper: *chuckles and moves to go pick up his son as the little mech yips and darts back up to the bar top*
Rumor: *attention goes to the pup and her expression softens in a wary but interested way*
mWakeJumper: *Clicking to mLumen as he moves to bring the furry little mech over*
Rattrap: *has fallen silent and is watching his mate as she watches the pup, a look in his optics that would make many stop and wonder if he were feeling well*
Tarantulus: *Inadvertantly causes a bit of a ruckous as he bolts from the main room*
mLumen: *ears up* Uncle Trannlous okay?
Rattrap: *frowning after the tall mech and licking beer off his hands*
mWakeJumper: *Raised brow ridge* His mate must be sick or something....
mEclipse: ... Idiot... *headshake, goes to let Nemesis know if she doesn't already*
Nemesis: Hormah's there. *gently rubs Pooka's back, then lowers her head to kiss the tiny yellow mech who's tucked in her arms beside him*
Pooka: *sleepy whimper. Firebite stinks*
mEclipse: Alright... *clicks quietly to Pooka, worried about the little guy*
Rattrap: *slight chuckle* Foist kid?
mEclipse: *As she moves to return* Second... First with both their coding.
Rattrap: *snerks and glances toward fDinobot as he remembers the terse anxiety and prayer from his friend when Shakespere had made his appearance in the outside world* *lifts his carton in a toast to the new Transformer, and then chugs*
Rumor: Is something wrong?
tShowtime: Tarantulus' mate is one of my alternates.
Rumor: *quizzical brow ridges. Does this make the birth a problem?*
tShowtime: My alts are on the small side of the normal femmes... I just hope things go smoothly for her...
Rumor: Does their reality do something other than the usual budding of sparks?
tShowtime: *headshake* *Quick glance around to make sure nobody who could use what she's about to say against the former Decepticon* *Very quietly* Tarantulus used to be an Optimus.... From what I've heard, the guys like him have large sparks...
Rumor: ...I see.
tShowtime: We'll probably meet the kid sometime tomorrow... Unless Tarantulus and Showtime feel up to coming over later today....
Rattrap: *eating the mush from the bottom of his carton. He forgot to shake his beer* We gotta get back pretty quick heah. Dat reminds me. Hey, furface, you got some'a dem cinnaSeeker t'ings?
mWakeJumper: *nods and sets mLumen down next to Rumor* How many do you want?
Rattrap: How 'bout four boxes? *stops and thinks* You got anythin' like dat fer human kids?
mWakeJumper: Lemme go ask Nemesis...
Nemesis: *gives Wake a 'did you just ask that?' look*
mWakeJumper: Just making sure....
Nemesis: If he wants them fresh go ask Hrafni.
mWakeJumper: *goes to ask Hrafni*
Hrafni: *blinks her big crimson eyes at him from under cropped hair of the same colour* Cookies? Ja! I just made chocolate chip, und there are oatmeal vones vith raisins in the oven.
mWakeJumper: Lemme see how many the guy wants. *grins*
Hrafni: Okay!
mWakeJumper: *hurrying back to Rattrap* There's chocolate chip cookies ready, and oatmeal raisin ones in the oven right now...
Rattrap: ... Last thing I wanna do is get da bossmonkey's kid hooked on chocolate, so I'll wait fer da oatmeal ones.
mWakeJumper: *Chuckle* Alright...
Rattrap: 'N bring me a couple more beers. *burp*
mWakeJumper: *laughs and goes to get more beer*
Rumor: *has transformed back to alt mode and is catloaf as she watches the goings and comings of the bar. And prays for the femme who is delivering*
mEclipse: *going to get something from under the bar*
mLumen: *Moves to curl up under Rattrap's table*
Rattrap: What's a lil' guy like you doin' in a place like dis? *looking down at the pup with hazy good cheer*
mLumen: Mama and Papa help Unca Rhinox 'n Aunty Spazz 'n we live with 'em. *nodnod*
Rattrap: So dey bring youse ta woik? *not sure he approves of bittybots in bars*
mLumen: *Nodnod* Me, Lucky, 'n Pooka play t'gether 'n Screamer 'n 'Clipse visit sometimes.
Nemesis: *chuckles* Don't forget your little Dinobot.
mLumen: *NODNOD* :D
Rattrap: Bar brats. Huh. *offers mLumen an energon pellet*
mLumen: *Thanks Rattrap and begins gnawing on the pellet*
tDesinex: The 'Dog is more like a pub than a bar. *seems to have gotten over her grouchy mood, mostly*
Rattrap: *squints one optic shut* So what's dat mean? *nom nom his beer*
tDesinex: I don't know what bars serve where you're from, but here, you can get poutine and other meals... *not that she's ever had poutine...*
Rattrap: Dey served fuel. Da stronger 'n more illegal, da bettah. :D
tDesinex: ... *snort, headshake* Wouldn't know much about strong....
Rattrap: But dey nevah had no beer. *drinks it happily* Had ta go udder places fer dat, 'n it nevah held a sparkplug ta dis stuff 'n da stuff dey make back home.
tDesinex: ... *soft snerk*
Galvatron: *steps out and over to Wake. Offers box of good smelling whole grain cookies*
Rattrap: *sees the big purple bot and falls right off his chair*
mWakeJumper: Thanks, Galvatron. *Will bring the cookies over to Rattrap*
mLumen: *Happy yips and wags his tail* Unca Galvy! :D
Rattrap: *has his staff out and is totally alarmed and confused*
Rumor: *looking up at the legend with silent wonder*
Galvatron: *smiles for Lumen, but then retreats back to the kitchen*
fDinobot: *attention on Rattrap, raised brow ridge*
Vi: *Floating over after a failed Mal hunt* That Galvatron's a good guy, ya derp.
Rattrap: But but but... *startled squeal as a little red and white form tackles Vi down to the lower part of the bar*
Rumor: *lifts head and cranes neck to watch*
Vi: *String of cussing that has mLumen giggling*
Rattrap: What the in the name 'a my great Aunt Arcee?
mEclipse: *as she comes back up* Malware. *Seems amused* She totally got the jump on Vituperation.
Rattrap: *slowly* Nice names.
mWakeJumper: Their older sister's Rhinox's girl, Spazz.... *chuckles* And they had a sister who called herself Paranoia...
Rattrap: ...Big Green got hisself a goil named Spazz...
mEclipse: She's a Sewercon... Sneaky as all get-out, and a hacker...
Rattrap: *frowny protective look. Doesn't like the thought of such a person near a Rhinox*
mWakeJumper: And they're saps. *chuckles* Rhinox mopes whenever Spazz has to go someplace that he can't go with her...
Rattrap: *sits up and frowns more* Yous Rhinox is a lot different from da one I know.
mWakeJumper: If you ever meet him, you can ask him about it yourself... *Quieter* It's not my story to tell.
fDinobot: *Watching Rattrap and mWakeJumper without seeming to*
Rattrap: *frowny frown as he gets back into his chair* Da guy I know only jes' admitted he's officially goin' steady wit' da girl dat's ben chasin' 'im. 'N she's so nice 'n sweet it makes me wanna puke.
mWakeJumper: *one-shoulder shrug, steals a glance at mEclipse that makes his ears perk a bit as he grins*
Rattrap: Suuuuck.
mLumen: *giggle*
mWakeJumper: So sue me, Rat... I'm just glad she said yes when I asked her... *and now he's moving to get back to work*
Rattrap: *giggles and makes kissy sounds... but his optics are straying toward where Rumor is quietly watching the sibling discussion with intent interest*
mWakeJumper: *Smirk* What was that about a suck, Rat?
mLumen: *yawns and curls up for a nap, is clearly used to Mal and Vi's discussions*
Rattrap: What? *looks at WakeJumper blankly*
mWakeJumper: *Chuckles and goes to get Rattrap another beer or two*
Rumor: *looks over after the bartender's left, then gets up, transforms, and comes to pull a chair next to her mate*
Rattrap: Hey, 'tendah, gimme somethin' soft 'n tangy.
mWakeJumper: Alright... *Goes to get a bottled lemonade*
Rattrap: *happy enough from all the beer he's put away today to put an arm around Rumor's shoulders and cuddle her close* Youse bored, Pussycat?
Rumor: *slight smile. She still has no idea what he's talking about with that word*
mEclipse: *snerks softly from where she's building something*
Rumor: *glances over toward the snerk, her expression alert and aware*
mEclipse: He's had plenty of beer, seems like...
Rattrap: *cheerfully, as he looks at his cookie boxes* 'N I'll have plenty more.
mEclipse: *more snerk, continues to work*
Hormah: *sticks her head in the front door* It's a b'y!
mEclipse: *looks up, grin* How're his parents?
Hormah: Show's after havin' 'n outta body experience, but t'ey're bot' doin' fine. *grin*
mEclipse: ... *Snerk*
tShowtime: ... *looks surprised*
mWakeJumper: *sets a bottled lemonade on the table where Rattrap can grab it, then buys a box of cinnaSeekers to send over to Tarantulus and Showtime's apartment*
Rattrap: *gives the lemonade to his mate, and then lifts his latest beer aloft and hollers about a toast to the new kid!*
bar patrons: *agree with a roar and knock back their drinks*
hsvLumen: *Lets out an impressive belch*
Rattrap: *cracks up and nearly puts his beer through his nose*
mWakeJumper: ... *Facepalms and prays that his kid won't turn out like that*
mLumen: *ears flick, is still asleep*
hsvSunhalo: *grabs hsvLumen and plants a smacker on him*
hsvLumen: *Flails for a moment, then he's being kissed stupider*
fScream: Hey! *stomps over and yanks them apart, then shakes hsvLumen*
mEclipse: *To Hormah* Does the kid have a name yet?
Hormah: Tarop-tim.
mEclipse: *blink blink* Interesting name...
Hormah: Yup. *grins, proud owner of an interesting name herself* But I gotta git back t' me own new one. See ya. *gone*
mEclipse: ... *raised brow ridges, is curious, but she really wants to finish the toy she's working on for the newborn*
Rumor: *enjoying her lemonade and snuggling against her mate as she watches everything that's going on while seeming to watch only a sleeping puppy sparklet*
tDesinex: *scooting over to pester the hsv group*
fStarscream: *smacks hsvLumen upside the head. Gives hsvSunhalo a Look, and offers to tell her mentors what she was doing*
hsvSunhalo: o.0
tDesinex: *Snickers as hsvLumen protests the smack*
fStarscream: *very stern Look for the young mech*
Rattrap: *snerk* Owned.
mEclipse: That Lu's an idiot.... and apparently, his mother's not much older than he is....
Rattrap: Owned 'n a hillbilly.
mEclipse: Hillbilly nothing. Kid's a good fighter, from what Flashpoint's said.
Rattrap: So're hillbillies. *drinks, but then stops when he sees Rumor looking at him* Aw, Pussycat, I hate it when you do dat.
Rumor: *just looks*
mEclipse: Besides, the kid and his family don't live in the hills.
Rattrap: *has anyone here ever seen a Rattrap look so guilty?* *and then he's apologizing and avoiding the glances of fDinobot and the others near him*
Rumor: *snuggle*
mLumen: *Soft growls as his little legs twitch. Seems he's chasing something in his dreams*
mEclipse: *works on the toy, wondering if she's making it too simple*
fDinobot: *has had enough of sitting still for now, will go for a walk*
Rattrap: *watches the tall feathery mech go, and then looks at the time* We bedda be bringin' dese cookies home, fluffy. *calculates his bill and takes out enough gold to cover the rest of it*
mWakeJumper: *Will make sure Rattrap and Rumor can carry all the boxes*
Rattrap: *carefully stacking the energon boxes as Rumor takes the organic one* You got enough tip dere, furface?
mWakeJumper: Yeah. *Jokingly* Get going before you get yourself into more trouble... *Chuckles*
Rattrap: Thrrpt. I don't get myself inta trouble. *arm around Rumor as he grins. Then triggers his PINpoint* I make it.
Mal: *watches them vanish, and then looks down at the sister she's sitting on*
Vi: *juuust starting to wind down on cussing Mal out*
Nemesis: You two go home. I'm sick of looking at you. *knows it's time for their TV show*
Mal: *rude hand gesture, but gets up*
Vi: THRRRPT
Nemesis: *glower*
Mal: *gone, ready to spend the night on the big green couch with all the good TV she can soak up. Starting with 'Mythbusters'*
Vi: *GONE!*
mWakeJumper: *chuckles and settles back to work*
((Written with random_xtras))