Nexus, Near the Black Dog, Meetings
Denver: *looks quite startled to have walked out of her reality. Again.*
Teletubbies: *stop and stare at her, then shriek with terror and run off jabbering*
Denver: ... Th' pit...
Tracks: *suddenly not in the common room, where he'd been walking Rose to give Flashpoint time to sleep in peace* What the deuce?
Denver: ... *brows up when she sees the man who looks like her mate, but with longer hair and different clothes* *she never thought she'd see that face... with a ponytail*
Tracks: No door. How... *turns to look around and freezes as he sees that tall, black-haired woman. At first he thinks it's Flashpoint, but then he notices her strange clothing and the length of her hair* *frowns and holds Rose close*
Denver: *Gently* Easeh... *has a pretty good hunch as to what happened to this alternate of her mate* Y'all got yanked t' 'n 'nterdimensional hub called th' Nexus...
Tracks: Bloody portals. I'm going to have to have a word with the resident Planeswalkers. *scowling, though the puzzlement and question is still in his eyes*
Denver: Ah know 'ow y'u feel... *No, she has no clue what he's talking about, but the sentiment is there* Ah th'nk Ah'm th' onleh 'un 'f mah group th't keeps walkin' outta th' reality wh'n Ah'm on mah way t' 'notha place....
Tracks: *cautiously, still curious* And which group is that?
Denver: NEST 'n th' Autobots... *slightly studious look for him* 'N Ah'm guessin' y'u're Tracks?
Tracks: ...Johnathan Trach, but that's what they call me. Yes. And you wouldn't happen to be a Flashpoint..?
Denver: *chuckle* Mah sisters call me th't... Name's Denver Trach.
Tracks: *brows lift toward the cheap metal circlet that he's wearing* You're my wife's Name Sister.
Denver: ... *puzzled look at the 'Name Sister' comment, but then she's chuckling more* So mah counterpart fr'm y'all's reality 's married t' y'u....
Tracks: She is. And this is our daughter. *tilts the bundle slightly to show Rose's face*
Denver: Aww.... *clicks quietly*
Tracks: *eyes her clothing and then looks around again and touches his amulet of recall* ...That's the first time this thing's ever given me a busy signal.
Denver: *blink blink* 'S th't s'me sorta fanceh PINpoint?
Tracks: It's an amulet of recall. It's supposed to bring me back to the tavern. *frowning and shaking the pendant slightly, Rose tucked into the crook of his other arm*
Rose: *soft sounds as she sleeps*
Denver: Sorta lahk a PINpoint th'n... *small nod, checks her pockets for her PINpoint*
Tracks: Is it? *watches her warily as he absently makes little soothing clicks to his daughter*
Denver: *frowns when she realizes that yet again, her PINpoint is MIA* Yeah... 'T lets ya go back 'n f'rth 'tween places easeh...
Tracks: Ah, so I suppose it is similar. *drops the amulet and puts Rose to his shoulder so he can rub her back* ...You know one of my Name Brothers?
Denver: *Nods, expression softening as she smiles* 'M married t' 'im.
Tracks: *wary curiosity* *then, quietly* Were the Trachs dishonored where you come from too?
Denver: *headshake* Mah 'usband's people, th' Autobots, w're exahled fr'm th'r 'ome a whahl back, 'cause 'f a war....
Tracks: His people? Do you mean his family?
Denver: 'Is people, 's 'n th' clan 'e 'ails fr'm... Mah brothah, mah cousin, 'is brothahs, 'n our sons... Th't's our family.
Tracks: *brows lift again* Sons?
Denver: *nods* Th' 'uns we adopted... *Small smile* 'N soon, we's gonna be addin' a daughter t' th' family...
Tracks: What are their names? *dances a bit with Rose*
Denver: Our sons're Raoul 'n William... Mah brothah's name 's Beau, mah cousin's name 's Jake, 'n mah 'usband's brothahs 're Raj, Dion, 'n Magnus.... 'N Raj 'n Magnus both 'ave wahves... Sora 's Raj's wahf, 'n Rain 's Magnus'... 'n Ah count Rain 'n Sora 's two 'f mah sisters.
Tracks: ...
Denver: Diff'rent realitehs c'n be pretteh diff'rent...
Tracks: Magnus and Dion as my brothers? Pit forbid. *sniff* *then frowns* And Raoul is your son?
Denver: *Soft snerk, before she nods* 'E w's mah 'usband's son b'f're Ah met th' two 'f 'em...
Tracks: How odd. The Raoul I know is Ironhide's eldest brother's adopted son. Gerard adopted him after he was run down by a carriage in the Capital.
Denver: *eyes widen a bit, before she winces and puts a hand to her chest*
Tracks: *frowns with concern but warily steps no closer* What's the matter?
Denver: *As she takes deep breaths* 'S jes' th' babeh shar'n 'er displeasure wit' me gettin' worked up.... *Focusing on calming down*
Tracks: ...Her kicking's giving you heartburn?
Denver: S'meth'n lahk th't...
Tracks: Well, I see your hand on your chest. *expression goes puzzled* You aren't showing at all.
Denver: *Quietly* 'N Ah ain't gonna....
Tracks: I don't understand.
Denver: Ah ain't 'zactleh 's Ah appeah...
Tracks: *steps back slightly, but then pauses* Are you a dragonsoul?
Denver: ... Wh't's a dragonsoul? *confused*
Tracks: Someone whose dragon heritage gives them some dragon traits. *frowning at her now*
Denver: ... Th' closest th'n' t' dragons we's got back 'ome 're Dragon Elves... Gal bah th' name 'a Stahpoundah, 'n 'er kids 're th' onleh 'uns Ah've met....
Tracks: Ah. So then..?
Denver: Ah'm... *Trying to think of a good equivalent word* Ah'm not 'uman, but Ah c'n look 'uman... Sorta lahk a shapeshiftah.... 'Cept Ah'm limited t' 'un othah f'rm at aneh given tahm.... *is trying to make this less confusing, really!*
Tracks: A were?
Denver: Not 'zactleh.... *Not quite sure how to explain what she is*
Tracks: *frowns a bit, but then freezes as the sound of mighty footfalls reaches them. Darts behind a couch and crouches down, shielding his daughter with his body. And then watches with a scowl as a monstrous black and purple being of metal steps right over him and then on toward an alley toward the West of the little clearing by the ugly sign*
Denver: *watches Deherree go by* *Returns her attention to Tracks, expression softening when she realizes that his main concern was protecting his daughter* Th're's 'n Antah-Vaholence Field ovah th' area....
Tracks: *still hidden, his eyes icy and watchful as they dart around in quest of other possible dangers* I have no idea what that means. *a quick peek over the couch back in the direction the giant construct went, his expression hardening a little more*
Denver: 'T means th't nobodeh c'n 'arm y'u wit'out y'ur c'nsent.
Tracks: ... But does it work? *hands protectively on Rose's little back say that he can't trust his baby to fancies*
Denver: *Nods* F'r th' most paht... 'Sahds... Deherree ain't interested 'n 'urtin' 'umans.
Tracks: *sits up on his knees* ...You know the creature?
Denver: *nod* She's a regular 't th' Black Dog... Mah family 'n Ah go th're s'metahms...
Tracks: *blinks and then glances after the construct again* A friend of yours?
Denver: Naw... Jes' s'me'un Ah see 't th' Black Dog... 'Er boss 's a regular th're...
Tracks: *rising to his feet and sitting on the couch back* 'Her', you say? That's a woman?
Denver: *soft chuckle* She's jes' a kid yet.... 'Er people 're sorta lahk mah 'usband's...
Tracks: *still scanning his surroundings* In what way?
Denver: Th'y's th' same tahp 'f people... Jes' different sahzed, 'n diff'rent looks t' 'em...
Tracks: Do you mean to say that my Name Brother is a construct of some sort? *frowning a bit*
Denver: *nods* *quieter* 'N Ah 'm too...
Tracks: *quite surprised, and it shows*
Denver: *Will transform as proof*
Tracks: *actually gasps, but then settles down* I see...
Denver: *Brow ridges up. Wasn't expecting him to get over his surprise so quickly*
Tracks: *sees her expression and gives little wry twitch of his mouth* Oh I've seen much stranger things than a construct lady who can take human form. Though I hadn't yet met any other constructs who are people in their own right. *thoughtful frown* Though some of the undead constructs are rather self aware.
Denver: Ah... *Will return to alt-mode*
Tracks: *frowns at her then* But if your mate is truly my Name Brother he's going to be going out of his mind over not knowing where you are.
Denver: 'E's 't work rahght now.... Ah w's on mah way t' talk t' Ratchet 'bout s'meth'n wh'n th' door t' th' lift brought me 'eah....
Joe: *appears with a swish and a slight flash*
Tracks: *crouching again and protecting baby*
Denver: *Attention going to Joe* *Surprised* 'Ey, Joe...
Joe: *worried look for the crouching man* Hi, Denver. Tracks asked me to come and get you because the Nexus grabbed you again.
Tracks: *straightening and clicking to Rose*
Rose: *sleepy sounds, is starting to wake up*
Denver: *nod* Ah w's on mah way t' th' med ward... 'N Ah met 'un 'f 'is countahpahts...
Joe: //I see that. But Tracks in DnD gear... is hard to believe.// Hi.
Tracks: *looks up from waking daughter* Oh, hello.
Denver: //'Is wahf's 'un 'f mah countahpahts... Prolleh dresses lahk 'un 'f those bah maids...// *Stretching a bit and pulling a face when her back pops*
Tracks: *expression changes to surprise as he looks up again* Was that your back?
Denver: Yeeah... Must'a laid funneh 'n th' couch...
Tracks: *blinks* Why... *frown*
Denver: Hm?
Tracks: I guess I'm just surprised that a construct would have a spine that goes out of line.
Denver: 'T don' 'appen too often aneh moah... *shrug* Ah'll 'ave Ratchet look t' make sure Ah di'n't bust noth'n'....
Tracks: Yes, Ratchet does know his business. *no sooner does he say this than he's ducking and protecting Rose as a flash and swirling globes of light heralds the appearance of a bearded man in a brown robe with a clockwork crossbow slung across his back* Ratchet?
Denver: *Attention going to the other man, brows up*
Rose: *sneeze!*
Tracks: *attention back to his baby, his brows drawing together with concern*
Ratchet: *blinks at Denver, then glances at Joe and nods* Hello...
Joe: *quietly* Hi.
Denver: 'Lo th're...
Rose: *yaawwn, blink blink, will look for milk now*
Ratchet: Forgive me for staring, but you look a lot like a lady I know.
Tracks: *trying to distract bitty from milk search*
Denver: *nod* Ah'm a countahpaht 'f th' ladeh y'u know, moah th'n lahkleh....
Ratchet: What was that word that that other Honeyfuggle used. *frowns and tugs gently at his beard, but then looks up* Alternate? You're Flashpoint?
Denver: *nod* Th't's 'un 'f th' names Ah go bah...
Ratchet: *nods. Then, curiously* And who's this?
Denver: Th's 's mah friend, Joe. 'E came t' git me, on account'a th' Nexus gank'n me....
Ratchet: *looking at the young man thoughtfully* Joe?
Denver: *nod*
Rose: *Still wants milk, Daddy...*
Ratchet: You look a lot like a painting I've seen of the human king of the Mountain Kingdoms, my wife Chromia's cousin Orion.
Joe: *slight blush*
Tracks: *shaking his amulet, and then vanishes*
Ratchet: *momentarily distracted* Well, he didn't need rescuing after all.
Denver: *soft snerk* *Then double-takes* Y'u're married t' Mia's alternate?
Ratchet: Huh? Yes. We exchanged promises two days ago. Why?
Denver: *Amused* Th't's a lot diff'rent th'n back 'ome... Y'ur countahpaht's a ladeh, 'n married t' Wheeljack...
Ratchet: *cracks up* Oh 'Jack and 'Jill are going to love hearing that.
Denver: ...Wheeljack's gotta ladeh countahpaht too?
Ratchet: *nods* She's older than he is. Mother to a little terror called Thrrpt, and wife to an Acolyte named WakeJumper.
Denver: ...
Joe: 0_o *facepalm*
Ratchet: ...What?
Denver: *Quietly* 'Un 'f mah sons 's named WakeJumpah... wh'n 'e ain't 'n alt mode....
Joe: Didn't Sky say something about that Jazz she met saying that their WakeJumper was bonded to their Wheeljack?
Denver: ... Th't's rahght...
Ratchet: *grins* And our 'Jack's married to a young lady named Bluestreak. They've got two babies, Slag and Swoop.
Denver: *SNERK*
Ratchet: Now what?
Denver: Y'ur countahpaht 'n 'er 'usband 'ave six kids... Two 'f 'em 're Slag 'n Swoop...
Ratchet: Six? Who are the others?
Denver: Grimlock, Sludge, Snarl, 'n th' 'un th'y adopted, Desinex...
Ratchet: Sludge and Snarl are two of Ironhide and Old Lumen's family. Grimlock is their daughter Kriti's mount, a young troll that's been mutated by some chemical compound or something so that sunlight doesn't affect him. Other than to make him sleepy and grouchier.
Denver: ... Huh...
Ratchet: *nods, but then frowns* I wish I had more time to talk to you, but I have to get back. It's my shift to take care of Perceptor and Kia.
Joe: What happened to them? *frown of worry*
Ratchet: Measles.
Denver: *Wince*
Joe: What kind of medicine do you guys have?
Ratchet: *lists off what he's been doing*
Joe: Wait here. *vanishes with a PINflash*
Ratchet: *eyebrow and look at Denver*
Denver: 'E's gonna git s'meth'n' th't'll 'elp....
Ratchet: What sort of something?
Denver: Medicine, moah th'n lahkleh.
Joe: *back. Has a huge bottle of store brand aspirin in one hand and the box of an easy to use ear thermometer in the other* These things will help.
Denver: *nod*
Ratchet: *takes the things as they're handed to him, then puzzles out the odd script. Face clears as he realizes he knows the language... it's Common* Fever and pain medicine, and a thermometer. I just broke my thermometer, and it tended to make my patients want to vomit. *slight grin* What do I owe you, friend?
Joe: *shrug* It's a gift.
Ratchet: Thank you. *nods to Denver and then vanishes as he came*
Joe: *looks at Denver* Are you ready to come home?
Denver: Yeah... Ah still gotta talk t' Rachel...
Joe: *comforting hand on her back and brings her back to the Ark*
((co-written with random_xtras))