Nexus and MBV, The Black Dog and Various Locations, Reuniting With Friends
Emilia: ... Would it keep Patrick from doing derpy things?
Blackout: It would make him do amusing things.
Emilia: ... What's the first lesson?
Blackout: *databursts it*
Emilia: *Brows raising a bit* Can I get a visual example?
Blackout: *glances around, grabs that stupid blue Autobot who's always teasing her for a kiss, and gives the example*
Lumen: *Can die happy now!*
Emilia: *Watching the technique, and now things make sense!*
Blackout: *breaks the kiss and tosses Lumen toward Sunhalo* Now stop being a glitch and be good to your femme.
Lumen: *Cuddles 'Halo, is too kiss-drunk to walk properly*
Blackout: And this is what you do when they fight. *grabs Ultra-Magnus*
Ultra Magnus: *Was laughing at Lumen, stops doing so when he's caught* Ack! *Is going to try and get away now!*
Blackout: *big girls rule, puny Autobot!* *kiss*
Ultra Magnus: *Fights for a bit longer, till the charge hits, and then all he can do is wiggle slightly*
Blackout: *drops him on his rear*
Ultra Magnus: *Tries to get to his feet, ends up reintroducing his skidplate to the floor several times*
Blackout: *sniggers and pretends to grab him!*
Ultra Magnus: *Squeak! Flail!*
Blackout: *stands up and laughs*
Emilia: Wow... he's really outta it... *amused*
Blackout: No. He's out of it. *jerks a thumb at something on the bar*
Emilia: *looks from her seat at one of the tables on the bar* *both brows up* Is that a Ratchet?
Blackout: *satisfied smirk* Yup.
Emilia: *laughing hard enough to nearly fall out of her seat now*
Blackout: *rumbles and arranges a few more flowers on her project. Then activates his PINpoint and sends him home*
Emilia: *Snickering as she watches what can only be a Wheeljack come over*
Jetfire: *Is being a stinker and luring this Wheeljack into a false sense of security*
Blackout: *looks at the Wheeljack* So you want to buy a (quantum thingmablooer).
Wheeljack: If ya have one...
Blackout: I've got a (this make) and a (that rare and good make).
Wheeljack: *getting quite giddy, will buy the rare and good one*
Blackout: *orders the part brought to the bar and watches as Pink PINpoints in with it. Takes it from her little pink and grey minion, then watches her go sit on the energon cube that Scorponok is swimming in before turning back to Wheeljack and showing him the part. Names a very reasonable price considering the rarity and quality of the part*
Wheeljack: *Has more than enough, will gladly pay for the part*
Blackout: *takes payment. Sets the part where he can reach it, but keeps her hand on it as she waits for thanks*
Wheeljack: This'll really help the guys back home... Thanks. *earlights a cheery, pretty blue*
Blackout: *grins* I like thanks.
Jetfire: *Didn't just go "kehkehkeh...", you can't prove it!*
Wheeljack: Isn't it called bein' courteous t' thank someone who helps ya? *Attention going to Jetfire* What's so funny?
Blackout: *snag, snog!*
Wheeljack: *Earlights nearly WHITE with surprise*
Blackout: *bit of a frown as she kisses. Is this one going to be a boring pushover?*
Wheeljack: *Squirming to put Ultra Magnus to shame!*
Blackout: *ah, here we go!* *ups the output!*
Jetfire: *laughing hard enough to rattle his armor*
Emilia: *Facepalm, is snickering* He is so owned...
Wheeljack: *Could double as an airport beacon now!*
Pink: *pointing and laughing so hard that she's in danger of falling out of the air*
Scorponok: *yup, that was a cheer*
Emilia: *attention going to Patrick as he climbs the ladder up to the bar*
Patrick: *Grousing about twins and gyprock*
Blackout: *lets go of Wheeljack for a moment*
Wheeljack: *Wobbles, but manages to keep his footing!*
Emilia: *On her feet, will meet Patrick halfway to the table*
Patrick: *Just got combat kissed!*
Pink: *points at Patrick and jeers with innocent relish!*
Blackout: *distracted from her own business, though she's got a hand on Wheeljack's shoulder to keep him from getting away as she watches the pair on the bar*
Patrick: *is very effectively combat kissed*
Emilia: *Pleased with herself as Patrick suddenly sits down*
Wheeljack: *Trying to get away*
Blackout: *deep chuckle, and then picks 'Jack up and resumes where she left off*
Patrick: *quite dazed* *To Emilia* Hi?
Emilia: *Chuckles and helps her wordmate to one of the chairs*
Nemesis: *just shakes her head and makes sure there's a good supply of flower coloured napkins where Blackout will be able to get them*
Elsewhere...
Pipes: *sitting and feeling his skid plate sink into the soft ground of the little island* *gruffly* Wreck-Gar, for the love of mercy stop singing that song.
Wreck-Gar: *singing "Never Gonna Give You Up", and ignoring Pipes for the moment*
Wheelie: *Has slipped into a doze and has started to slide off your back, Pipes*
Pipes: *sighs and reaches back to boost the youngling up again* *mutter* Once I've cracked maybe I'll go eat the Insecticons... Then there won't be any problems anymore.
Wreck-Gar: *And now he's singing the Alka-Seltzer jingle*
Pipes: *deep sigh as he pulls Wheelie around to his front, and then sputters and spits out mud as a blue blur passes and leaves a wake behind it*
Wheelie: *continues to doze, snuggles close to Pipes*
Wreck-Gar: *Quoting a NASCAR commentator now* Boogity boogity boogity!
Pipes: *face. Palm. Sigh*
Blurr: *off to do his rounds of message sending. He noticed the satellites overhead and the idea came to him to try and use them to send the request for assistance. He's got no idea if anyone's seen the SOS yet, but he's not about to give up hope! The others need the help, and the Insecticons are still in the area, but on the move.* *Can feel the sun on his plating as he streaks out into the open, and notices more open space to the West than he's used to seeing there. Can't hear chittering though, so he should be... Not flying head over heels after hitting something at waist level!*
swamp water: *comes up to meet him!*
Blurr: *sputtering and all but throwing a fit once he resurfaces. HATES MUD SO MUCH*
fourteen foot of armor plated white reptilian: *suddenly blinks into sight and looks down at him from ruby eyes set in a fearsomely toothed face*
Blurr: Ohslagohslagohslag!!! *Scrambling to try and get to his feet so he can go warn the others!*
white being: *grabs him by the arm with a grip like a vice* *hiss* Stop. Be silent!
Blurr: *Squeak!* *is scared spitless*
white being: I said be silent. *scowl*
Blurr: *Having a minor panic attack now... He's almost certain his aft is scrap* *Will stall out shortly*
white being: I am Corporal Grok, of the Intergalactic Police, and you are trespassing on an area set aside for investigation. What do you have to say for yourself? Quietly!
Blurr: *staticky* The others were drawing blanks on how to call for help and since there are satellites, I figured it wouldn't hurt to hope that one would be the kind that takes pictures, so I've been out here every day sending an SOS and please don't hurt me!
Grok: *brow ridges lower in a frown as he looks at the blue bot with one eye and then the other* How did you get here?
Blurr: Our shuttle crashed after we got separated from everyone else and because of it, Wheelie's leg is gone and Wreck-Gar's gone off the deep end, but he was already a bit of a kook, and Pipes is on the verge of going bonkers too!
Grok: *clawed finger brushes dirt and swamp muck away from Blurr's badge*
Blurr: *has the Autobot insignia on his chestplating* *is clearly on the verge of shutting down due to his panic attack* *this is why he's only good at getting information when he can get the heck away quickly*
Grok: *is no longer holding him to keep him prisoner. Is now holding him to keep him from falling down. Will tap on the cuff on one muscular white wrist as he attempts to contact the Lt. Colonel that he was told to answer to for this mission*
Patrick: *a bit dazed-sounding* //Oberson speaking...//
Grok: *voice deep and emotionless though still cautiously low* Corporal Grok reporting, Lt. Colonel.
Patrick: *Attention sharpening* //Did you find anything, Corporal?//
Grok: *holds the cuff over to the quivering bot in his grip* Speak.
Blurr: A-Autobot Blurr r-reporting... *Rambly, panicked plea that may or may not make much sense*
Patrick: //Easy, Blurr. Corporal Grok is an ally.//
Grok: *takes the cuff back* Instructions, sir?
Patrick: //Get Blurr and the rest of his team to *names the coordinates of the Ark*, then resume prior investigations.// *Yes, he was able to get the gist of what Blurr was going on and on about*
Grok: Yes, sir. Grok out.
Patrick: //Oberson out.// *closes the connection*
Grok: *checks to see if Blurr can stand up now*
Blurr: *Still a bit shaky, but is able to stay on his feet*
Grok: *lets him go, and watches how much of the Autobot vanishes as he sinks into the water and muck.* ... *pulls him out again*
Blurr: *About ready to throw another fit about the mud....*
Grok: *picks the little being up and slings him over his back* Hold on.
Blurr: *Holds on*
Grok: *slips forward and swims through the water, his limbs close to his sides and his tail propelling them as he heads toward the little island*
Blurr: *Still hates mud... though now he's wondering how Wreck-Gar and Pipes will react to Grok*
Pipes: *notices a slight disturbance in the water and frowns at it from where he's sitting and holding Wheelie* ...Wreck-Gar, did you take your hand off again?
Wreck-Gar: *Shows that he has both hands currently* But if you want, I can take it off! ^.^
Pipes: *frowns and turns his attention back to that disturbance, feels a prickle of unease as he notices that it's getting closer* Something's under the water over there.
Wreck-Gar: *looks towards the disturbance, idly playing with his weapon, or so it seems. In reality, he's ready and waiting for the potential threat to reveal itself*
disturbance: *stops and vanishes*
Blurr: *suddenly appears chest deep in water*
Wreck-Gar: *headtilt, puzzled mech is puzzled*
Blurr: *Moving to head for dry land* The SOS went through and someone came to investigate but I don't know what's going to happen from here and is Wheelie alright?
Wreck-Gar: *Butchering a Star Trek quote* I'm a soldier, not a doctor...
Pipes: *frowning warily as he watches the talkative blue mech* Wheelie's sleeping. How did you get here?
Blurr: I was about to have another go at sending an SOS and I tripped over something partway to the open area. It turns out that what I tripped over was a person who was investigating the area that the Insecticons ate up...
Pipes: *brows raise slowly* A person? Are they alright?
Blurr: He looked alright when he was calling someone who sounded sort of like Optimus and I think I might've dented something when I ran into him...
Pipes: *sits up- and sinks more* He's an Autobot?
Blurr: No, not an Autobot but I'm not sure what he is, just that his name is Grok and that he's a Corporal, and are you sure Wheelie's alright?
Pipes: *looks down at the orange youngling and pokes him slightly in a ticklish spot*
Wheelie: *Squirms a bit, but continues to doze*
Pipes: *tired sigh* He's just a little worn down. I think we all are. *looks back up and gasps as he sees the white being towering behind Blurr* Primus!
Grok: I will not harm you. I have been ordered to bring you to the Ark base.
Blurr: *perks up at that*
Wreck-Gar: *Headtilt, isn't afraid of Grok, will move to help Pipes with Wheelie*
Pipes: Thanks, Wreck-Gar. *hands the youngster over, and then works on getting his caboose out of the mud*
Grok: *moves closer, exposing an IGP emblem burned into the armor plate on his thigh as he steps out of the water*
Wreck-Gar: *Perks up at sight of the emblem* Local law enforcement! ^_^
Pipes: *tug rock tug... Pops loose! Face plant!* Mrrph...
Wreck-Gar: *moves to help Pipes out of the mud, in a much better mood now that he knows who Grok works with*
Wheelie: *Soft sound, doesn't wake*
Blurr: *Moving to help Pipes as well*
Grok: Here. Let me get him. *now fully on the island and standing easily on the wet ground that gives the bots so much trouble*
Wreck-Gar: *carefully stepping back, will keep a hand on Blurr to keep the speedster from sinking too far into the mud*
Grok: *one hand closes around Pipes' arm and then he lifts the black and grey bot easily from the mud* Anything you want to bring back?
Pipes: *spits out mud* I guess I'll keep those three.
Wreck-Gar: *Starts singing the Banana Boat song, just to be annoying to Pipes*
Pipes: *free hand over his audio as he groans* So long as someone takes them off my hands the click we get back.
Wreck-Gar: *quiet chuckle, turns his attention to Wheelie and Blurr*
Grok: *watches them for a moment, then speaks into his cuff* Brace yourselves.
Wreck-Gar: *keeping a firm grip on Blurr and on Wheelie, nods to Grok*
Grok: *looks up as a beam envelopes them. Anyone watching would see the five seem to pixelate, and then vanish*
Ark med ward
Dr. House: *drops a few goldfish crackers as he watches the carrier beam start up* ...Russell, is there any way to turn off that alarm I can hear in the hall?
Russell: *Hurries to do so*
Grok: *looking around as soon as the beam's finished depositing him and the bots at the coordinates he was given, nods to the gaping human in the white garment, and then calls for a return trip and once more pixels and vanishes*
Dr. House: A giant white reptile man in a pink loincloth just dropped off four Cybertronians in my med ward. o.0
Pipes: *can't help it, gives a tired snerk*
Wreck-Gar: ^.^ Hello!
Dr. House: *snaps out of his surprise and calls to report the arrival to Patrick, since Rachel's asleep* Alright, all four of you up on the tables, come on.
Patrick: //I'm on my way down now, James.//
Wreck-Gar: *Will help his friends onto the tables, then climb onto the one closest to Wheelie*
Russell: *Back, pauses for a few moments, then he's chuckling*
Dr. House: *to Russell as he moves to look at Wheelie* You missed the big white guy in the pink loincloth.
Russell: Odds are I'll have a chance to see him... *Moving to scan Pipes*
Pipes: *just laying with an arm over his eyes, feeling the tension leak out of him*
Wreck-Gar: *Absently humming something he heard on the way to the landing spot*
Blurr: *Looking around and fidgeting. He's never been good at sitting still*
Wheelie: *Soft sound, quiet clicks as he moves to curl up*
Dr. House: *soft clicks as he gets out his borrowed scanner and runs it gently over the youngling's body* Shhh. You're going to be alright, son.
Wheelie: *is surprisingly healthy given his obvious condition. There are no viruses plaguing him, and aside from being very low on energy and missing a leg, he's in relatively good health*
Russell: *going to get some parts to replace the ones on Pipes that need replacing*
Dr. House: *surprised and scans again* ...He's in good condition. I thought trauma like this can seriously affect Cybertronian younglings.
Pipes: *quiet snort from under his arm* Nothing affects Wheelie.
Wreck-Gar: *nodnod, continues humming the cheery tune he picked up*
Patrick: *Surprised sound when he sees the footprints. Is listing to the side just a bit, even with Emilia supporting him*
Emilia: *Looking just a bit smug right now*
Naomi: *comes in at the same time from the hallway to the rooms, having left Kriti sleeping soundly* *pauses to hunker down and look at those big strange footprints that seem to just appear and go no where. Perks ears, tilts head. But then she hears her father clicking and scoots past Patrick and Emilia to go see who he's talking to. When she sees the muddy Cybertronian child she climbs up onto the table beside him and snuggles against him with clicks of her own*
Dr. House: *chuckles at her, then looks toward the door* It was a big white guy in a pink loincloth.
Patrick: ...Oh... *Small frown as he works this over in his head* That might've been Corporal Grok.... The IGP sent him to investigate the swampland that the Insecticons were last seen in... I think...
Wheelie: *quiet sound, drifts deeper into restful stasis*
Wreck-Gar: Local law enforcement! ^_^
Blurr: *Eying Patrick warily. He's had enough surprises for one day, thank you very much*
Russell: *Back with the parts, will poke Pipes in a ticklish spot to get the mech to turn onto his side*
Pipes: Slaggit, Red Alert, you could just ask. I was half asleep. *arm down and Look being given*
Russell: Now where's the fun in that?
Pipes: *tense again and scowling above his face mask in a way that the normally gruff and easy going mechanic never does. Grumbles as he turns over*
Dr. House: *moving Naomi's doll over to the desk where there's no mud* ...Are you alright, Patrick?
Patrick: Yeah.... *chuckles and leans against Emilia a bit more* Emi learned something that she used against me...
Emilia: *Trying not to snicker. Trying so hard*
Dr. House: ...Do I want to know?
Emilia: *can't help it, is snickering*
Patrick: Probably not...
Dr. House: Do you need a de-energizer?
Patrick: *Considering look* I might....
Dr. House: *goes to get the machine and park it by him* Just don't step in that mud. We're going to have to decontaminate this whole room.
Patrick: *is helped over the mud by Emilia*
Dr. House: *back to Wheelie and checks the little guy over again* Naomi, honey, you want to help me carry him over to a bathroom? I think I need to clean him up before I can do anything else.
Naomi: *sits up* Alright, Vader.
Wheelie: *trying to wake up, but he just doesn't have it in him right now*
Wreck-Gar: *watching the youngling with concern. He's quite fond of the kid, and it shows*
Dr. House: Actually, first thing. *goes and nabs a small chunk of cinnaSeeker and brings it back to where the youngling is laying*
Pipes: *looks over as he catches that scent* o.0?
Russell: *Will go and grab a couple of the energon cookies, which get handed to the three adult mechs* These will help your self-repair systems...
Naomi: *takes the cookie from her father and makes part of it into powder in one small strong fist, then gently supports Wheelie's head and tries to put the powder in his mouth. Clicks as she does so*
Wheelie: *trying in earnest to take in the good-smelling fuel*
Dr. House: *frowns, and then looks at Russell* He needs liquid feeding, and I can't do that.
Russell: *small nod, will go get one of the emergency rations and some tubing*
Dr. House: *gentle pat for Naomi's shoulder as she continues to try and feed Wheelie, and then he goes over to look at Wreck-Gar* Hi, I'm Dr. James House. How are you feeling? *gets out the scanner*
Wreck-Gar: Okey-Dokey! ^_^ *noms on his cinnaSeeker. Like Wheelie, he's run-down, but not to the extent the youngling is*
Russell: *back with the ration and the tubing, will get Wheelie situated*
Dr. House: I think you mostly just need a bath. *glances over at Wheelie as Naomi helps Russell*
Wheelie: *optics barely unshuttered as he watches Naomi and Russell, a small smile visible on his face despite the mud*
Naomi: The energon von't hurt me, Oom Russell. Wust Fee can go into space vithout a suit. *gently strokes Wheelie's forehead and clicks to him*
Wheelie: *Very soft clicks, then he's shuttering his optics and trying to rest*
Naomi: *looks over to see how much of the energon is in his tank now, her ears perked with interest*
Wheelie: *Since he's only a little bit bigger than Will, he doesn't need as much energon as an adult, and his tank is already about halfway full*
Naomi: *ears twitch when she sees that, and then she's laying down and snuggling again, one skinny but strong little arm going around the bigger child as she clicks*
Dr. House: *over to check on Blurr now* Hi, how are you feeling?
Blurr: *Eyeing Dr. House warily, but he'll still answer* I'm feeling better now that I know the SOS I sent was seen by someone who was able to get things situated so my friends and I could be brought here...
Dr. House: You really don't need to worry about me. I'm human, yeah, but Ratchet and Red Alert have taught me a lot since I first met one of you... *looks down as something rubs against his leg* Oh, hi, Glit.
Glit: Hello, James. Need a hand?
Blurr: *A bit more wary now*
Dr. House: *sees this and looks over his shoulder* Maybe have a look at the orange and red guy. Patrick, have you dried out yet?
Patrick: *as he's disconnecting from the de-energizer* I have, James... *Giving Emilia an amused and slightly wary look, lest she try and kiss him like that again*
Emilia: *Is going to snicker and be of no help for the time being*
Dr. House: *hears that snickering and thinks he knows what Patrick might have been drunk on* I think we need Optimus in here.
Patrick: *Nods, will transform and move to approach, being mindful of the mud*
Pipes: *blinks and sits up to salute* Optimus, sir.
Optimus: *As Blurr sits up and salutes as well* At ease.
Dr. House: *grins at Blurr* So if I have your boss on my side am I okay?
Blurr: *hesitant nod*
Optimus: *soft 'heh', attention going to Wreck-Gar when the mech makes a comment about racehorses*
Wreck-Gar: *Totally calling Blurr high-strung, but in different words*
Dr. House: *scans Blurr, but then glances at Optimus* Aren't you going to introduce us? *grin*
Optimus: *nods and indicates Blurr* This is Blurr. He's one of the best recon units we have.... *Will move to indicate Pipes* And this is Pipes... He's one of our few mechanics... *To Pipes* I wasn't aware that you had picked up a couple extra passengers....
Pipes: *massive sigh of weariness* I had Wheelie with me when I got into the pod, but then the king of the Junkions decided to jam himself and Blurr in too.
Wreck-Gar: *Plays "God Save The King"*
Pipes: *gently bonks his head against his table*
Optimus: *Trying not to snerk* I see...
Dr. House: *concerned frown for Pipes, and then looks at Russell* Are you done his repairs for now?
Russell: All the major ones, yes. The rest, his self-repair will be able to handle.
Dr. House: Wreck-Gar... uh, his Majesty here, doesn't seem to have a mark on him. Do you think a prescription of an hour or so in the industrial bath would be good?
Russell: *nod* I think it would do them all some good to get cleaned up...
Dr. House: *turns back to Wreck-Gar and shows how used to Cybertronians he is as he gives the Junkion leader the coordinates to the heavy duty cleaning up facility*
Wreck-Gar: *Cheery mood not the least bit affected, thanks Dr. House, will move to help Pipes up now*
Pipes: *soft and uncharacteristic grumbling, but is helped up and follows the other mech the short way down the hall*
Dr. House: *looks at the scan results for Blurr now*
Blurr: *Still a bit worked up from his abrupt meeting with Grok. His internals are the equivalent of a professional race horse, in that everything is built to enhance his speed and stamina. In other words, he's pretty high-strung*
Dr. House: Do you want to go get cleaned up too? It'll make it easier for us to work on those dents. ... What did you run into?
Blurr: I ran into Corporal Grok when I was on my way to attempt another SOS message since the area was clear of Insecticons for the time being and he had some sort of stealth mod that prevented me seeing him...
Optimus: *face.palm.*
Dr. House: ... Ouch. *pats Blurr* Go ahead and wash.
Blurr: *small nod, moves to follow after Pipes and Wreck-Gar, though his attention lingers for a few moments on Wheelie*
Dr. House: *quietly* Don't worry. Naomi will make sure he's okay.
Naomi: *peeks and twitches an ear*
Blurr: *another small nod, will go get cleaned up*
Optimus: *Moves to approach the youngling's table* *Quietly, so as not to disturb the youngster's rest* Any idea on how old he is?
Dr. House: *cell phone out and calls NEST for a decontaminate team* *quirks a brow and glances at Russell* Russ? How old do you think this guy is?
Russell: He seems to be older than Will... We won't know for certain until the next time he's awake, and we can ask him...
Optimus: *Small nod* *Quietly* His reaction was a lot different than Will's... I wonder why?
Dr. House: Pipes said something about nothing getting him down or something like that? *steps out of the way as several guys in special suits come in and start cleaning up mud, then warns them to be gentle as two come over to scrub and vacuum Wheelie*
Wheelie: *Squirms a bit as he's scrubbed, but doesn't wake*
Naomi: *clicks to him, and then chuckles as she gets scrubbed and vacuumed, and hugged*
cleaning crew: *soon has the med ward and the hall and bathing room free of Papua New Guinea mud*
Dr. House: *looking at where Wheelie's leg should be* Someone welded a rough patch over this, so he's as waterproof as any of you guys.
Russell: *nods, is already doing a mental schematic of a replacement leg* I suspect either Pipes, or Wreck-Gar did the repair...
Dr. House: Is Wreck-Gar really a king? I didn't know Cybertronians had kings.
Russell: Pipes said he's a Junkion.... I'm not terribly familiar with them, I'm afraid...
Dr. House: *looks at Optimus, his brows lifting quizzically*
Optimus: They're a subgroup of Cybertronians that left the homeworld sometime after the first war, but before the first Prime...
Dr. House: *absently picks Glit up as the elderly Destron medic tries to climb his leg*
Glit: They wanted a more peaceful life, but didn't go the same way that the Neutrals did.
Optimus: *Nods* Their homeworld originally was scraps left from the first war, and was added to over generations...
cleaner guy: *darts in, pursued by an orange and red hand!* Yeeow...
Dr. House: Whoa, what the..! *up on the table by the kids*
Optimus: *Startles, weapon out*
Wreck-Gar: *Amused, chasing after his wayward limb*
Russell: ... *Facepalming and muttering in Gaelic*
Dr. House: 0_0 What the heck???
Wreck-Gar: *Jovially, as he snags his hand* Thing's gotta mind of its own!
Dr. House: o_o ...Is it supposed to do that?
Wreck-Gar: *Puzzled expression is a go*
Glit: *shaking with silent laughter*
Dr. House: Umm. Do you need someone to put it back on?
Optimus: ... *Giving Glit a Look* Okay, what do you know that I don't?
Wreck-Gar: *Back to cheery* Nope! *Reattaches his hand quick as can be*
Glit: *coughs a bit and then lifts his head* Yes, that's not unusual for a Junkion. They're made to pop apart and go back together just as easily. Notice that slender brown and grey pinky he's wearing on his left hand?
Optimus: *looks, small nod*
Wreck-Gar: 'Twas a token from my beloved Buttercup. Ne'er was there a lady more fair!
Glit: Yes. It's a love token from his bond mate.
Dr. House: o.0 *glances at his wedding ring*
Optimus: *Small nod, thinking of the ring he gave Emilia*
Wreck-Gar: *Impishly* The Quintessons haaate us, because they can't keep us down!!! *and now he's running back to finish his bath*
Russell: ... *Facepalm, snicker*
clean up guy who ran from the hand: The black guy's laying on the bottom of the big pool. I think he's asleep.
Russell: *Will go check to be certain*
Glit: He probably needs the lack of stimulation. *looks at Optimus* Is Pipes always that tense?
Optimus: No... He's usually pretty laid-back...
Glit: *nods and pings Russell* //Just leave him there for now.//
Russell: //Alright....// *Sounds far too amused* //I would love to know who taught Wreck-Gar the song about a rubber duckie, however.//
Glit: //Probably Earth television signals.//
Russell: *Chuckle* //That wouldn't surprise me...// *Will check on Kriti before returning to the main part of the ward*
Glit: *as the Autobot medic comes in* Their fixation with television is how Cybertron first became aware of Earth.
Dr. House: *as he gets off the table and sits by the youngsters* Fixation with television?
Glit: *glances at Optimus to explain*
Optimus: We began receiving transmissions about fifty years ago... The broadcasts were primative at best, and we found that they were being redirected from the planet Junk....
Dr. House: *slight smile* Sharing the love?
Optimus: Exactly. The Junkions were so excited by the transmissions that they just had to share.... and we were the closest neighbors....
Dr. House: So what exactly were they sharing?
Optimus: *optics sparkling* "Howdy Doody".
Dr. House: *mouth opens. Mouth shuts* ...Whut?
Optimus: And something called "The Wizard of Oz".
Dr. House: You're pulling my leg.
Optimus: I wish I was.
Emilia: Seamus and Samuel do pretty good flying monkey impressions...
Dr. House: ...But what about all the educational stuff? The documentaries and speeches?
Glit: Not as interesting as children's programming and soap operas.
Optimus: To the general public.
Dr. House: *slowly shakes his head as he realizes something about Wreck-Gar that had been nagging him* And his English... it's all television quotes, isn't it.
Optimus: I'm guessing it is, for the most part...
Dr. House: Oh man, the cultural anthropologists would die. All their theories... *snerk*
Optimus: Well, if they met the general populus of Cybertron, they would... The upper class apparently liked the fancier stuff... if Raj is to be believed.
Dr. House: What do they call fancier stuff?
Glit: *dry amusement* Yes, Optimus, do tell.
Optimus: *Trying not to snicker* Cooking shows.
Dr. House: You mean like Rachel Ray?
Emilia: Like Julia Childs.
Dr. House: ...Do we have any of those upper class people here?
Optimus: *Nod*
Dr. House: Really? Who?
Optimus: Raj, Magnus, and Tracks... But I'm not sure Magnus or Tracks really watched anything like that... if they even watched...
Dr. House: *thoughtful* They're not quite so... aloof, as Raj.
Glit: *ears moving back and forth* Which districts are they from?
Optimus: They're from the same creche... *Names the district of the creche the three mechs hail from*
Glit: *snort!* I'm surprised you even got them on Earth.
Optimus: Magnus became an academy soldier... He left Cybertron ten years before the rest of us did... Tracks landed here after the Axalon broke apart... and Mirage returned from the Well....
Glit: So they were all atypical anyway. *lays his chin on Dr. House's arm*
Optimus: *Soft 'heh'* Well, nobody expected a quiet librarian to become the Prime....
Glit: *blinks* *lifts his head and stares* ...Orion Pax?
Optimus: *Nods*
Glit: My word.
Dr. House: ... *eyebrows*
Optimus: *Soft 'heh'* I'm surprised you didn't recognize me when you came in, Glit...
Glit: It's not like we exactly ran in the same circles. I was busy in the medical academy, and then I left when this last round of idiocy started up.
Optimus: *Small nod* *Quieter* You missed some of the worst parts of the war... Including when Megatron sunk low enough to strike his wordmate...
Glit: *snort* I knew the femme he had before Nightbird. He hit her too.
Optimus: *slow intake* If she wasn't in the middle of sleeping off her bonding funk, I'm certain Nightbird would gladly tell her side of things... Megatron declared that all femmes and anyone unable to fight were to be destroyed...
Glit: *epic eye roll and a sound like hacking up a hairball*
Dr. House: Whoa now!
Optimus: *Facepalm*
Blitzwing: *was just going to come into the med ward in search of his little one. Got to the door just as Blurr did...*
Blurr: *Startles badly and is GONE!*
Emilia: ... Well, slag.
Blitzwing: *comes in blinking* What the...???
Glit: *facepaw*
Optimus: Blurr and his companions were recently brought here, Blitzwing... And I knew I was forgetting to tell them something... *Sigh*
Blitzwing: *stink eye* Been matrix spelunking again? Or watching that slag called TV? *grumbles and looks down the hall after the blue streak* Who came with him?
Optimus: *Bluntly* I got combat-kissed. And Pipes, a youngling named Wheelie, and the Junkion king, Wreck-Gar, were with him.
Blitzwing: *dour expression cracks a bit* Wreck-Gar, huh? *rubs an old scar on one wing*
Optimus: *Nods, a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth* Dr. House has been introduced to why the Junkions were always a pain in the skid to the Quintessons...
Biltzwing: Still chasing that slagging hand around?
Optimus: *Nods, chuckling*
Emilia: And how.
Blitzwing: *looks back at the door as 'Dare to be Stupid' sounds from down the hall* *bit of a chuckle, but then looks around* Usagi here?
Optimus: Er... *Looks to Dr. House*
Dr. House: No, she's with the creche guardians right now. We didn't want her exposed to the pneumonia virus.
Blitzwing: *frowns* Virus? *and then yelps, flails, and nearly leaps on top of Optimus. Instead, just accidentally belts him*
Wreck-Gar hand: *just poked Blitzwing in the butt!*
Optimus: *is a bit flatter now*
Blitzwing: *CURSING despite himself. Very startled*
Glit: *looking at Optimus* Tsk. Ouch.
Wreck-Gar: *Chases after his wayward hand again!*
Optimus: *Trying to sit up now* Ow....
Blitzwing: *reaches down and hauls him to his feet, then turns and crouches slightly as he hears the quick scamper of feet. Sees that it's just Wreck-Gar and snorts*
Wreck-Gar: *Cheerfully* Don't look behind door number two, Monty. It's time to play 'End of the Line My Valentine!' Gee-Ronny-Do-Ron-Ronny-MOOOOOOOO!!!
Emilia: *Facepaming SO much right now*
Blitzwing: *dryly* Boost, NOT okay.
Glit: ...Did you just talk TV?
Wreck-Gar: Guaranteed to get out all stains or your money back!
Blitzwing: Value not worth the price!
Glit: o.0
Wreck-Gar: Order in the next ten minutes and we'll double the offer!
Blitzwing: You won't squeeze any more protection money out of me!
Wreck-Gar: Bugs check in, but they don't check out. *Sagely nod*
Glit: Are you two quite done? *dry exasperation*
Blitzwing: *stink eyes the old medic* *then turns back to Wreck-Gar* Let's go squeeze the Charmin while Mr. Whipple's not around. I got a little parcel with my name on it.
Wreck-Gar: *Perks up* Party at the OK Corral! :D
Blitzwing: You're too white and nerdy. *heads out toward the creche*
Wreck-Gar: *heads out after the old soldier, snagging his hand on the way out the door*
Dr. House: *looks at Optimus*
Optimus: *As Emilia laughs herself silly* And Wreck-Gar's just one Junkion....
Dr. House: Huh?
Optimus: His entire planet is filled with people who talk TV.
Dr. House: *eyes widen slightly* You mean that wasn't a quote game?
Optimus: *Headshake* He and Blitzwing were catching up with one another.
Dr. House: ...So that's what you meant earlier. Whoa. *startles as a whoop of joy in Hot Rod's voice comes from down the hall*
Glit: It's the end of the world as we know it. *groans at self and jumps down to run away*
Optimus: No, that's only if Springer and Arcee are up to seeing Wreck-Gar...
Dr. House: *looks up from pondering the sudden abandonment* ...They talk TV too?
Optimus: Almost as fluently as Hot Rod and Blitzwing.
Dr. House: Wow. *slow headshake*
Wheelie: *Quietly* Wreck-Gar's a funny guy, and not the least bit shy... *Snuggles Naomi*
Dr. House: *looks over at that squeaky little cheerful voice* Hey, buddy. How're you feeling?
Wheelie: Safe and sound, homeward bound. n_n
Dr. House: *slight grin as Naomi offers the bit of cookie again* Do you feel like crashing at my house tonight? We have a nice big bed.
Wheelie: *Considering headtilt even as he accepts the bit of cookie* Safe place to stay, for the rest of the day?
Dr. House: For the rest of the day, and as long as you want. *yes, he just offered you a family, Wheelie*
Wheelie: Will stay for the rest of the day... *Trying to think of how to explain to the nice person that Wreck-Gar declared him to be an official Junkion, will nibble on the cookie bit while he mulls this over*
Dr. House: It's alright, buddy. We'll be happy if you just stay for the night. I'm a medic, and I'd feel better if I could keep an eye on you.
Wheelie: *Small nod, is a bit distracted by examining the cookie bit and trying to figure out why it tastes so good*
Dr. House: You like that, huh?
Wheelie: *nod nod, nommacookie*
Dr. House: *finger to ear* Russ? My shift's over. I'm going to bring Wheelie to my place for the night and keep an eye on him.
Russell: *From where he's checking on Arcee, Springer, and baby Maria* //Alright... Do you need a monitor?//
Dr. House: Nah. Remember how good Naomi and Sunshine's ears are?
Russell: *Chuckle* //True... Serenity's on her way down to meet with Pipes when he's ready to come out of the tub...//
Dr. House: Should we bring Wheelie to see him first?
Russell: //That might be a good idea... And let Wreck-Gar know... He seemed pretty protective of Wheelie...//
Dr. House: Will do. Oh, and we kind of lost Blurr.
Russell: //... I don't even want to know how....// *Will ask Blaster and Teletraan for assistance in locating the skittish mech*
Tea: *gleefully informs Ultra Magnus that the gang's all here now!*
Magnus: ... Seriously? They found Blurr?
Tea: Yup. And he just ran into Nijika.
Magnus: *a bit foggy on why that is important* Oh, slag... *grabs his crutches, and is soon hobbling down the halls to see what's going on*
Dr. House: *moves to gently pick Wheelie up, and then startles as Kia sticks her head in*
Kia: Where are Nijika and Blurr, do you know? *sounds very Merlinish tonight*
Optimus: The last I knew, she was in the mess...
Kia: Thank you, Optimus. *turns to hurry away*
Dr. House: Excuse me, sir. *grins at Optimus. Has arms full of Wheelie and Naomi beside him*
Optimus: *nods* See you tomorrow, James, Naomi, Wheelie.
Wheelie: *Small, sleepy smile, clicks quietly*
Naomi: Good night, Uncle Optimus.
Soli: *just cut loose over the open channel. Feedback static for all!*
Optimus: *Wince, will go get Soli from the mess as Emilia tries to get her audios to quit ringing*
med ward: *settles down to quiet peace*
((co-written with random_xtras))