hsv and dv, Medbay and Perceptor and Kia's facility, Triplets
Columba: *sleeping with sister while their mates slap each other in the head out in the hall and laugh about it*
Showtime: *restless in her sleep, wakes with a start, hand going to chest* !!!
Columba: *sits up* Showtime?
Showtime: *Winces, curling up* C...Call Ratchet. *oblivious to Sunstreaker running into the doorjamb in his haste to get back into the medbay*
Columba: *jumps off the table and runs to get the medic* Please, Showtime needs you!
Ratchet: *gently transfers Cragbuster to Clarion before he gets out of his chair*
Clarion: *going to sit under the desk now, kthnx*
Cragbuster: *Sleepily snuggles against Mama*
Ratchet: *heads out to the main medbay, scans Showtime, and goes to retrieve the sparklet protoforms* Columba, keep Sideswipe and Sunstreaker calm. That will help Showtime stay calm as well.
Columba: *watches him go, then looks at her mate and holds her arms up to be lifted*
Sideswipe: *lets go of Sunstreaker, picks Columba up, isn't freaking as badly as Sunstreaker is*
Columba: *softly* Your brother can feel everything you can?
Sideswipe: *nods, moves closer to his brother, who is now holding Showtime's hand*
Columba: *starts her calming purr, and then slips her arms around her mate's neck and kisses him just enough to make him pleasantly dizzy*
Ratchet: *back with the protoforms and a sedation tab*
Sunstreaker: *glances over his shoulder at Sideswipe and Columba, even as Showtime tightens her grip on his hand*
Sideswipe: *happy, slightly dizzy, and transmitting this to his brother and sister*
Ratchet: *gently* Showtime, I'm going to put you into stasis while I transfer the sparklets' sparks... *applies the sedation tab when the femme nods, and moves to help Sunstreaker sit down when he wobbles a bit*
Columba: *softly* How are you feeling, Sideswipe? *trying to see if she still needs to kiss him anymore. Is still purring*
Sideswipe: *silly grin* 'M just fiiiine... *Snuggle*
Ratchet: *Gently turning Showtime onto her back and getting her chestplating apart. Then he's getting the three sparklet protoforms running. That done, he works on transferring the sparklets to their protoforms, Sunstreaker fretting the entire time*
Columba: *reaches over and hesitantly puts a hand on Sunstreaker, then purrs for him too*
first sparklet: *Puts up a fuss once he figures out how*
Columba: 0.o *he's hers to comfort too, right? Oh dear....*
Sunstreaker: *back on his feet, picks up the little one, and talks quietly to him, before feeding the little mech* *glances to the other two sparklets, who are just now starting to fuss*
Sideswipe: *Griiin*
Columba: *cautious wriggle, her optics on those two little ones*
Ratchet: *checking Showtime's systems over for stress before closing her chestplates and applying the sedation antidote*
Sideswipe: *moves closer* *Quietly, to Columba* We should help Sunny with the kids...
little mech number two: *Fussing because he sees his brother getting fed, and because his other brother's yelling*
Columba: *nodding, her purr growing a little louder as she attempts to purr for her whole family*
Sideswipe: *moves to gently set Columba on the table next to the boys, before gently and carefully picking one of his nephews. Then he's imitating his brother, talking quietly the entire time*
Columba: *takes the last little one and holds him close to her chest as she purrs. With her free hand she gets a feeding tube set up, and then pokes the other end gently at the tiny mouth*
little mech: *settles down, makes happy noises as he takes in fuel*
Sunstreaker: *Worried glance at Showtime* She's still not awake...
Columba: *looks up, her brows lifting worriedly. Glances to Sideswipe and then to Ratchet*
Ratchet: She'll be alright. She just needs to rest for awhile.
Columba: *softly* Ohhh. *moves over to see if she can't get onto Showtimes's table. Her programming and training say to be there for her sister*
Ratchet: *Gently turning Showtime onto her side*
Columba: *up on the table, snuggles against Showtime's back with the little one between them, and then purrs*
little mech: *happy noises, can hear Mama's spark now*
Sideswipe: *has an armload of wiggly sparklet, looks pleased as punch*
Sunstreaker: *Brings the sparklet he's feeding over, and urges Sideswipe to do likewise*
Columba: *gently touches her new little nephew's helm and murmurs to him wordlessly. She has no experience with sparklets, so she's using some of the the programming for comforting an ailing sister*
Sideswipe: *making the little wigglemonster in his arms giggle by making faces*
little mech snuggled with Columba and Showtime: *clicks and snuggles*
Columba: *smiles* *softly, as her purring continues* Are you happy? What is your name?
little mech: *nod* X-Brawn... *snuggle, beeeeeg yawn*
Columba: *there's her small smile, and her wide optics are now focused on that tiny face* You should sleep, X-Brawn. I'll care for you till Showtime can.
X-Brawn: *sleepy nod, snuggles and shutters his optics*
Columba: *smiling still, she lifts her head slightly to look for the other sparklets*
sparklet Sunstreaker's feeding: *A bit wiggly, has had his fill* *Clicks!*
sparklet Sideswipe's feeding: *Wigglemonster!*
Columba: *browplates raise as she looks at her mate, but she won't speak to him unless he looks like he wants her to. He's busy right now*
Sideswipe: *Laughs and asks the sparklet in his arms what his name is*
sparklet: *click* Name's Hot Shot! :D
Columba: *watching the little wriggler, then checks on 'her' sparklet again*
X-Brawn: *happily asleep, even as Sunstreaker tucks his brother next to him*
second little mech: *Wiggles, blink blinks at Columba*
Columba: *moves just a tiny bit to make room for the second sparklet, her purr uninterrupted* *softly* Hello.
sparklet: *big grin* Hi!
Columba: *uncertain glance to Sunstreaker, then back to the little one* Do you know your name?
sparklet: *nodnod* I'm Sideburn! *grin*
Sunstreaker: *soft chuckle, gently rubs Sideburn's back, steals a glance at Showtime*
Columba: *softly* Are you tired, Sideburn?
Sideburn: A little...
Columba: *continues purring. She's not too sure what else to do when it comes to this talkative little being*
Sideswipe: *Bringing Hot Shot over now that the little mech's settled down somewhat*
X-Brawn: *gonna latch onto Sideburn and snuggle him like a teddybear now*
Sideburn: *Surprised noise, realizes that snuggling's not so bad, settles down*
Columba: *gently rubs his little helm, since Sunstreaker is rubbing his back. Curls a little more closely around the two tiny mechlings*
Sideburn: *sleeeepy yawn, shutters his optics*
Columba: *soft smile*
Sideswipe: *quietly* Got room for one more? *indicates Hot Shot, who has settled down*
Columba: *moves very carefully by way of answer*
Sideswipe: *Gently tucks Hot Shot in with his brothers, smoothing the little mech's helm as he does so*
Hot Shot: *snuggles and settles in for recharge*
Columba: They seem even smaller than the other sparklets.
Sideswipe: *gentle chuckle* They're not running all over the place...
Sunstreaker: *looks at Sideswipe* If you're gonna do it, go out into the hallway.
Columba: *looks up, her brows raising with concern*
Sideswipe: *BIG GRIN, gentle kiss on the helm for Columba* He just gave me permission to run around and celebrate. I'll be back in a few minutes, promise.
Columba: Alright. *small smile*
Sideswipe: *quietly leaves the medbay, and once he's a short distance away, lets out a loud victory whoop, and takes off down the hall shouting about how he's an uncle*
Columba: *settles down with the little ones and her sister, but then gives a start of alarm as the whole building rings*
Sunstreaker: *Face.Palm. Focuses on soothing upset littles* *Gently* Shhhh... It's okay... Uncle Ironhide just body-checked Uncle Sideswipe into a wall... He does that sometimes...
Columba: *quietly* Is he damaged? Does he need me? *holding the little ones and purring for them even as she does her low key worrying*
Sunstreaker: *headshake* He's fine... *small smile* He's laughing about it and running away from Ironhide now...
Columba: *looks toward the door as the sound of laughter and heavy footsteps go past it*
X-Brawn: *Settles down first, snuggles brothers and Columba*
Denver: *peeks into the medbay, amusement clear on her face* C'ngratulations, Sunshine!
Sunstreaker: *nods to Denver, small smirk* Thanks, Redneck.
Denver: *chortles, heads off to spread the good news*
Columba: *doesn't even twitch as the building rings again in response to Sideswipe hitting it with his head after being clobbered by an Ironhide-thrown chair*
Science lab
Kia: *looking up as the entire base rings a second time* ...If Ironhide is physically abusing Sideswipe again....
Perceptor: *small headshake* *quietly* He would not risk it, with Showtime in the condition she is...
Denver: *knocks on the door*
Aria: Enter! *turns and looks from where she's standing on her parents' worktable*
Kia: But perhaps they are healthy? Who else hits the walls like that, love?
Denver: *enters, nods to Perceptor, Kia, and Aria* Came t' tell y'all th't th' kids're 'ere 'n 'ealthy. Ran int' Sides 'n 'e's raisin' all kinna Cain... *chuckles*
Kia: *chuckles and looks at her mate* -I was right.-
Aria: Oh yay!
Perceptor: *relieved, moves to begin putting things away* Perhaps we should go and visit...
Denver: Ah jes' wanted t' make sure y'all knew... Ah'mma go find Optimus 'n let 'im know th' good news 's well.
Kia: Surely Ratchet would have let him know via the comlink, Denver? *pauses with a tool halfway onto the rack*
Denver: Good point... Ah'd better git goin' anyways... *pauses to listen for a possible third body-checking or chair-throwing*
Aria: *meeps softly as she falls in a drawer while in the process of trying to help Papa get ready*
Kia: Thank you for letting us know. *smiles at Denver even as she finishes racking the tool and reaches toward her daughter*
Perceptor: *gently scoops Aria up out of the drawer and checks her over for injury*
Aria: *isn't hurt. Has found the phosphorescent pen that was supposed to be missing*
Kia: *pats the little femme, then gently squeezes her mate's arm* Let's go, love.
Denver: *heads out to find someone else to bug*
Perceptor: *nods, gently cradling Aria close to his chest*
Kia: *arm through his as she leads him out of the lab and toward the medbay. Her feelings are happy and light, full of relief that the waiting is safely over and curiosity to see these three little newcomers*
Aria: *chattering about what she's hoping to do with her nephews*
Perceptor: *actually has a bit of a bounce in his step as he and his family arrive at the medbay*
Columba: *is just a purring sparklet nest, her optics half closed with contentment*
Sunstreaker: *gently smoothing Showtime's helm, worry for his mate clear on his face, mixed with relief that the sparklets are healthy and happy*
Kia: *softly as they enter* Sunstreaker? What news?
Sunstreaker: *quietly* According to Docbot, Show'll be fine in a few days...
Perceptor: *Scans the sleeping femme, small nod*
Kia: *soft croon as she looks at Showtime, then touches her face gently before peeking behind her and blinking at the little grey femme who's laying there*
Columba: *quizzical blink back*
Sunstreaker: This is Columba... She's Sideswipe's word-mate.
Kia: *chuckles and looks up at him* Yes. Perceptor and I were two of the witnesses to the bond.
Aria: *wriggling slightly as she chatters, wants to go join the other sparklets*
Perceptor: *quiet chuckle as he looks to Columba, asking permission*
Sunstreaker: Sideswipe didn't say anything about that... just that he and Columba're official now...
Kia: *as Columba nods shyly without looking at Perceptor and moves just slightly to make room for Aria* I suppose it must have slipped his mind. He seemed somewhat uncertain as to the procedure that he should be following.
Sideswipe: *being chased back to the medbay by Ultra Magnus now*
Sunstreaker: *Small shrug, focuses on Showtime for now*
Perceptor: *small nod as he gently sets Aria down with the other sparklets*
Aria: *snuggles, clicks, and croons*
X-Brawn: *Sleepy blink, hey, someone new... snuggles*
Sideburn: *yaaaaawwn, snuggles*
Hot Shot: *snuggles without waking*
Aria: *click click love love love, pat pat*
Columba: *watches her approvingly*
Kia: *looks at Sunstreaker* What are their names?
Sunstreaker: *as he names off the boys, he points to them* X-Brawn, Sideburn, and Hot Shot... I have no clue how they chose their names, to be honest...
Kia: *browplates raise* Those are the names of Autobot warriors in other realities, though Hot Shot is not X-Brawn and Sideburn's brother in them. *slight shrug and a smile* *quietly, as she looks at her mate* They are good names.
Perceptor: *nods in agreement with his mate*
Sunstreaker: ... *Soft snerk* They prolly got the info from Show's memory banks then...
Kia: *chuckles softly and goes to abscond with one of the absent medics' chairs*
Sideswipe: *scooots over to the table, silly grin on his face still*
Columba: *quirks her brows at him quizzically*
Sideswipe: *Nuzzles Columba's helm gently* Wanna come with me to tell the rest of the family?
Columba: *quietly* The rest of the family? Ah... *looks at how she's laying with the little ones*
Sideswipe: *Quietly, without looking at Sunstreaker* I think Sunny wants to snuggle with the kids and Show...
Columba: *optics go wide with surprise, and then she's gently trying to shift away from the four sparklets without disturbing them*
Aria: *wriggles a bit and bitty purrs to her nephews*
Sideswipe: *Carefully picks Columba up and clicks to the sparklets*
Sunstreaker: *moves to climb onto the table next to the sparklets*
Columba: *watching Sunstreaker, and then glancing over to where Kia has the chair in place beside the table and is urging Perceptor into it*
Perceptor: *sitting in the chair at Kia's urging*
Kia: *climbs up after him and snuggles against him, her optics bright with their happiness and relief*
Columba: *softly, as she understands* They're family too.
Sideswipe: *nods* Perceptor raised Showtime from sparklethood... He's kinda like her father and her uncle at the same time...
Columba: *totally doesn't understand how that can work, and her expression says so*
Sideswipe: *As he nods to the rest of the medbay's occupants and heads out the door with Columba* Percy's not her mech-creator... so he's like her uncle in that regard... But on the other hand, he was her primary caregiver when she was young, so he's like her mech-creator.
Columba: *quietly* Isn't that what Ratchet meant the other day when he was talking to that tall red femme about her mentor?
Ironhide's voice: *a happy rumble from the rec room*
Sideswipe: Red femme.... *trying to think of who Columba's talking about* Sunhalo or Denver?
Columba: *softly* The one who came for tank soothing medicine for Windshard.
Sideswipe: Sunhalo... Yeah... Desi's not her femme-creator... But she acts as though she is... Might be 'cause she used to be a 'Con...
Columba: So Percy is Showtime's mentor? *uses the name that her mate used, and is surprised slightly by the thought that a mech would care for a sparklet in that way even after what she's already seen here*
Sideswipe: *nods* Yeah... I'mma call the other members of our family 'n let 'em know we're coming to visit 'em...
Ultra Magnus: *stumbles out of the rec room with a hand over his mouth and his optics squinted. Laughter follows him*
Epps: *telling the bots they need to make a MARTINI!*
Columba: *wondering what is wrong with Magnus*
Sideswipe: *Snickering* What'd 'Hide get that you don't like, Magnus?
Ultra Magnus: *coughing* *hoarse* Onion flavored pickle....
Epps: *from inside the rec room* Man, pickled onions are the BEST!
Sideswipe: *Snickers more*
Denver: *from inside the rec room as well* Epps, y'u're nuts.
Columba: *softly* Sideswipe, what are they talking about?
Ironhide: *from inside* Here, Denver, try this.
Sideswipe: Solid fuel variants...
Denver: *noise of approval*
Columba: ...Do you mean cookies? Like you gave me the other day?
Sideswipe: Kinda...
Columba: *troubled* How can fuel make someone sick?
Ultra Magnus: *rubbing his optics as he goes back inside*
Sideswipe: Not everyone likes the taste of certain variations of fuel.
Columba: Ohhhh. *leans against him*
Sideswipe: *Gentle snuzzles as he pings the comm of a certain Jazz in another reality*
Ironhide: *looks out to see who's talking in the hall, offers some purple pickles and some reddish disks* Here, Sideswipe, try this.
dvJazz: //You are talkin' to the man with the plan! What kin I do ya for?//
Sideswipe: *distracted headshake for Ironhide* //Jazz! Sideswipe here... Me 'n my girl're gonna be droppin' by with news.//
dvJazz: *after a long silence in which Ironhide presses his offer of botbassa and onion flavored pickles* //Since when do you gotta girlfriend, Swiper?//
Sideswipe: *another headshake for Ironhide* //Since just after Show's spark budded.//
dvJazz: *says something innocently crude* //Alright. I ain't home yet, but my lady 'n Percy 'n Kia 'n the bitties're all there.//
Sideswipe: *Snickers at the crude* //See ya there. Sideswipe out.//
Sunhalo: *from inside the rec room* I like these blue cheese disks. They're better than these pickle cookies. But the bacon cookies are good too.
Optimus: Mmmm. Those cookies are good. I wonder if Showtime and Sunstreaker would like a couple?
Draco: Thrrrrpt!!!
dvJazz: //See ya when I see ya, man!// *click*
Sideswipe: *gentle nuzzle of Columba's helm, scoots away from Ironhide a few steps before PINpointing to dv*
bittyBee: *running around in the sun by the front door, a disk of botbassa held in both tiny hands*
Blackie: *sitting and watching her from the bench by the door*
Kriti: *sitting on the ground near Blackie, cuddling Dolly and talking quietly to the soft toy*
Sideswipe: *giving bittyBee a wary glance as he nods to Blackie*
Blackie: *smiles up at Sideswipe and Columba in her quiet way, and then calls softly to bittyBee*
bittyBee: *ignores Blackie and runs up to show Sideswipe and Columba her nommy prize*
Sideswipe: *just the slightest bit wary, as he still remembers being smacked with a wooden spoon by the little chibi* Ironhide had some'a that stuff...
Kriti: *looks up, blink blink. Gets up and moves to poke Sideswipe* Notta bitty anymore...
Blackie: Bronx brought it from the Nexus. Jazz loves it.
bittyBee: *squeak squeak, click! Giggle*
Columba: *looking at Kriti with friendly interest*
Kriti: *Slight headtilt, clicks at Columba in greeting*
Columba: *slight surprise* Are you a sparklet?
Kriti: *headshake* Papa says I'mma youngling now... Gotta alt-mode 'n c'n transform.
Sideswipe: Speaking of... *to Blackie* Where would we find Perceptor and Kia?
Blackie: *slight shy smile* They're inside having 'unstructured parental unit bonding time'.
Sideswipe: ... *Snerk* Well, I've got news they'll like...
Blackie: *gets up and snags bittyBee, who howls her protest and waves her botbassa* Come on in. *keys open the door and stands aside to let them and Kriti in first*
Kriti: *books it for the inside, clicking and chirping as she goes*
Sideswipe: *Amused grin* Jazz said he'd meet us here... I'll wait till he's here to tell everyone the news.
Blackie: But he doesn't get off work till six. *frown of concern as she comes inside and sets bittyBee free*
Kia: *reaching for Kriti, to see if she'd like to come and snuggle*
Perceptor: *has succumbed to the sunbeam*
Kriti: *happy noises, snuggles with Mama* Papa hada nap attack! *giggle*
Sideswipe: Well, we've got time to wait... and at least I won't have to worry that Ironhide'd try to trick me into eating something that Ultra Magnus didn't like...
Kia: Won't you have a seat? And introduce your friend? *smile for Columba* What is it that Ultra Magnus does not like?
Sideswipe: Ah... yeah... *moves to sit down on the floor, nuzzles Columba's helm* This is my word-mate, Columba. *yes, he's grinning like a loon, and yes, he's acting a bit protective of her at the same time*
Kia: There is room on the pad. *amused* Your word mate? Congratulations! And welcome, Columba.
Columba: *gives her small smile, this little femme is just that much calmer than the other Kia back home. She's like a femme of Columba's own reality* Thank you.
bittyBee: *runs past like a maniac*
Sideswipe: *tightens his grip on Columba ever so slightly as he watches bittyBee*
Kia: *gently* She cannot hurt you, Sideswipe.
Sideswipe: I know... but memories don't fade easily... *small, wry grin*
Columba: *looks up at him with concern*
bittyBee: *sits down with her legs spread out like a doll's and gnaws on her botbassa*
Kriti: *razzes Sideswipe* Notta bitty anymore.
Sideswipe: ... *look of realization* That's right... I never told you about the time I was chibified...
Columba: *shakes her head slightly, her optics on his face*
Perceptor: *murmurs part of an equation in his sleep*
bittyBee: *sniggers at him*
Kriti: *patpats Papa*
Sideswipe: Well, it started when this one vending machine was in the Nexus... Sunny, Show'n me thought it'd be fun to give it a try... we all pressed the same button... Sunny was LOL'd with something that turned him into a ferret... Show got something that made her stick to the walls... 'n I got chibified...
Columba: And chibified means...?
Sideswipe: *nods to bittyBee* Small, cute, big eyes... and hyperactive as all get-out.
Columba: 0_0 Like a sparklet?
bittyBee: *sees the nod* Thrrpt! *Does this without taking her goodie out of her mouth!*
Kriti: *Clicks to bittyBee*
Sideswipe: Way more hyperactive than a sparklet.
Columba: Oh.... *brows drawn together as she processes this* But you were all repaired.
Sideswipe: *nods* The LOL wore off just after it was found out that Showtime's spark had budded... *sheepish* I was kinda under a berth at the time... and Ironhide, Lumen, and Galvatron had to get me out from under it...
Columba: And while you were small something happened to make you afraid of this little one?
Sideswipe: *Sheepish nod*
Kriti: PINned here 'n Bumble owned him. *small giggle*
Columba: *looks at Kriti* I'm sorry, I don't understand your words.
Kriti: *blink blink*
Sideswipe: I kinda made off with Showtime's PINpoint... came here, and got smacked around pretty good...
Columba: *slight frown of sympathy as she rubs his arm* Oh. And Bumble is this little one's name.
bittyBee: #$@#$#@
Kriti: *clicks at bittyBee*
bittyBee: *clicks back and offers her nom*
Kia: Her name is Bumblebee. *gentle smile*
Columba: *looks at Sideswipe* But I thought Bumblebee is a mech. *understands alternates, doesn't understand just how alternate they can be yet*
Kriti: *scoots over to bittyBee, offers snuggles in exchange for nom*
Sideswipe: Back home, Bumblebee is a mech... in this reality, Bumblebee's a femme. It's a difference in realities.
Columba: I hadn't realized things could be that different. *no, she hasn't heard of the resident Starscream of her new reality yet*
Sideswipe: *small shrug, gentle snuggles*
Blackie: *perks* Jazz got off early.
Sideswipe: Really? Cool. *grin*
Blackie: *looks toward a PINpoint sound and smiles*
Jazz: The Jazzman is in th' buildin'!
Columba: *looking at the 'Jazzman' oddly*
bittyBee: *is ignoring him. There are snuggles and nom sharage happening*
Kriti: *Slight nod to Jazz, is snuggling and sharing noms*
Sideswipe: Hey, Jazz. *grin* Well, now that everyone's here... Someone wake Percy up, so he doesn't get left out.
Perceptor: I've been aware of my surroundings for the past five point two six eight....
Jazz: Hey, my bitties! *comes over and flops on the pad by Blackie and pulls her into his arms. Gives her a squeaky kiss on the cheek that makes her laugh, and then looks expectantly at Sideswipe as Perceptor moves slightly so that he can do the same*
Sideswipe: *amused snerk at Perceptor* Anyways... You all know that Show's spark budded around Christmas, right?
Perceptor: *perks* Indeed we do. Has the sparklet arrived? Oh, but it would be early....
Sideswipe: *nod* All three arrived safely. Show's still outta it, but Docbot says she'll be fine in a few days.
Perceptor: *frozen with surprise*
Jazz: *low whistle* Three! Man, I knew Sunstreaker was nuts, but that about takes th' oil cake!
Sideswipe: *Grin* It gets better... The kids are mechs. All three of 'em.
Jazz: .... *suddenly laughing his aft off*
Perceptor: *puzzled look from he to Sideswipe* What significance does the gender of the new sparks hold?
Sideswipe: *Small shrug, grin* You know how Sunny'n me are... We're just twins though...
Kriti: ... Trouble times three.
Perceptor: 0_0 My stars and garters. The new creators are going to need the maximum available assistance.
Sideswipe: X-Brawn actually seems like he's not gonna be as hyperactive as his brothers...
Kia: No? *absently rubbing mate's arm*
Sideswipe: Considering Sideburn and Hot Shot were all but wiggling out of Sunny's and my arms while we were feeding 'em... and X-Brawn was behaving while Columba was feeding him and even afterwards...
Kia: He does indeed....
Perceptor: ...Sound like a being of a more thoughtful....
Kia: ...And less headlong nature.
Jazz: Oh he'll get his licks in. *chortle*
Sideswipe: *blinkblink at Jazz*
Kriti: *snuggaBumble*
Jazz: You always gotta watch th' quiet ones. *optics go to bittyBee as she squeaks and sighs with contented sleepiness*
Sideswipe: *Snerk, snuggles Columba*
Columba: *looks up at him* I don't understand. Watch them for what, Sideswipe?
Sideswipe: They usually are the ones who are quietly planning something, and since they're not drawing attention to themselves, it seems like outta the blue when they act...
Columba: *brows lift slightly* Really?
Sideswipe: Usually... Not always though.
Columba: *her surprise shows quietly in her optics* Mechs seem so strange sometimes. *slight smile and leans against him*
Jazz: D'awwwww.
Sideswipe: *snuggles, gives Jazz a warning look - This is MY girl. You've got your own. *
Jazz: *totally unfazed by that look* The two 'a you look jes' so darn cute together. *cheesy grin*
Sideswipe: *razzes Jazz*
Jazz: *is still grinning as he puts his arms around Blackie and nuzzles her helm*
Blackie: *looking a bit big-eyed in response to the mechs' interaction*
Perceptor: *is excusing himself to his mate and the two little ones so that he can get up off the mat*
Kriti: *happy snuggles for Bumble, is starting to get a bit sleepy*
Perceptor: Allow us to prepare a gift for the new arrivals. *over to the fuel counter, selecting the cubes that Kriti and bittyBee like the best*
Jazz: *offers Sideswipe a disk of botbassa*
Sideswipe: *considering look at the botbassa, before he accepts the disk, and has a bite*
Columba: *watches him with a bit of concern in her optics as she waits to see his reaction*
Sideswipe: *Slight cough at the slightly spicey/sweet/savory flavor* That's... a bit strong...
Jazz: Ya think? *chomps one himself* I can't git enough'a the stuff.
Kriti: *not sleepy enough to not try and beg a bit of botbassa from Jazz*
Jazz: *expression softens* Ya wanna whole disk, Bitty?
Kriti: *nod* Can share it with Bumble.
Jazz: She finally finish hers? *amused grin as he pulls out another of the disks and offers it*
Kriti: Shared with me. *thanks Jazz, works on splitting the disk in half when she has it in her hands*
bittyBee: *doesn't care for splitting, will just lean over and nomma on it*
Kia: *chuckles at the two little femmes' actions, then looks up as her mate returns with a package in his hands* Here are some of....
Perceptor: ...The fuel cubes that our resident small fry find....
Kia: ...Most appealing. They are all....
Perceptor: ...Formulated to be mild and full of essential minerals.
Sideswipe: *small nod* Show's uncle formulated a sparklet blend awhile back, but he and his mate had to rework the formula when Ironhide's bitty started urking it back up.
Kia: *pause* 'Urking'?
Jazz: You know, Kia. *makes like upchucking*
Kia: *facepalms at him*
Jazz: *cheery grin*
Sideswipe: *Small snicker*
Perceptor: These have all been extensively tested. And while several have no appeal to adult taste sensors, they are on a perfect par to a less developed Transformer's desires.
Kriti: *Clicks to Perceptor* Put sweet ones in there?
Kia: He did, Miss. *lowers her hand to smile at her daughter* And the ones that bounce.
Kriti: *grin, nod, resumes sharing botbassa with Bumble*
Perceptor: I did, however, omit the ones that contain "pop rocks". Sunstreaker and Showtime's sons may be too young to appreciate that novelty as of yet.
Sideswipe: Yeah... They're prolly only half an hour old right now...
Jazz: Jes' itty bitty, even more'n Bumble 'n Kriti.
Sideswipe: *nod* They're healthy and happy... and Sunny's not wound tighter than a watchspring anymore... He's still kinda fussing 'cause Show's not awake though...
Kia: *quietly and serenely* Give her time.
Sideswipe: *nod* Docbot said the same thing... And he didn't seem worried, so things're gonna be okay.
Perceptor: If anyone would know such things it would surely be Ratchet. *offers the package to Sideswipe and Columba and wonders a bit as the femme hides from him shyly* Speaking of Ratchet... our own has recently been blessed with the most unexpected gift of a new spark.
Sideswipe: *As he accepts the package* No kiddin'? Mech or femme?
Kia: A mech. First Aid says that he has chosen the designation 'Lifeline'.
Sideswipe: *chuckles* Our Ratchet's gotta little mechlet named Cragbuster... We don't see very much of him though, 'cause his Ma's a skittish little thing...
Perceptor: *head tilts quizzically* Skittish....
Kia: *helping Kriti share her disk* ...In what manner?
Sideswipe: *small shrug* Doesn't seem too fond of the hustle and bustle of the base, and apparently loud noises scare her...
Kia: *compassion in her expression* War scars?
Jazz: *sobers and holds Blackie close, his cheek resting against her*
Sideswipe: I guess.
Perceptor: *nodding* Lifeline is a healthy newspark par this reality's norms. That is, he has already had his first indepth medical discussion with an eminent human physician, and then shorted out said physician's personal computer by trying to pirate all the data from it.
Sideswipe: *SNERK*
Kriti: *soft giggle*
Kia: Not that he understood that what he was doing would be considered stealing. He only knew that it was very interesting and that he would like to see some more of it. Ratchet and First Aid have no doubt seen to it that he understands proper boundaries concerning others' possessions since that time.
Sideswipe: If your Docbot's like the one back home, yeah, more than likely.
Jazz: Was proly 'Aid that did it. Ratchet's usually in Washin'ton. *rocking slightly, and playing soft music to Blackie*
Sideswipe: *small nod, snuggles Columba* We should prolly head back...
Perceptor: *smiles at him* It was a pleasure to meet your lovely mate, Sideswipe. *yes, he's picked up on the fact that Columba isn't comfortable talking to mechs other than her mate*
Kia: Many thanks for bringing us the news, Sideswipe.
bittyBee: *backfire*
Jazz: *facepalm*
Kriti: *Clicks, fussing a bit over Bumble*
bittyBee: *looks at Kriti as though saying 'what did you do THAT for?'*
Sideswipe: If you wanna visit, I don't think Sunny'd mind too much.
Kia: We shall have to set aside time....
Perceptor: ...In our schedule to do so.
Kriti: *looks over at her parents, curious*
Kia: Would you like to visit with the sparklets who live with Sideswipe and Columba, my Miss? *affectionate look for her daughter*
Kriti: *nodnod* C'n Bumble come too? *hopeful look*
Sideswipe: *a bit worried now* Er...
Perceptor: *gently* Seeing so many Transformers near her own size might be overwhelming to Bumblebee. Remember her usual reaction to such beings?
Kriti: *small frown, nods, snuggles Bumble*
bittyBee: *snuggle, toot and shutter her optics with a squeaky sigh*
Jazz: *leans away from her* ...Who gave 'er that cheese thing I got?
Blackie: *sigh* She got it herself.
Sideswipe: *ducks his head and snickers softly*
Columba: *surprised and lifting one brow slightly at the smell*
Kia and Perceptor: *too polite to notice smells that don't denote something about to burn or explode*
Jazz: Daaang, girl.
Kriti: *making a face*
Perceptor: Will you pass our greeting to our alternates as well, Sideswipe?
Sideswipe: *nod* Yeah... *snuggles Columba again* See ya later, maybe?
Kia: Indeed, if the Greater Creator wishes it. *smile*
Perceptor: *getting back to his feet to see his guests out or away*
Sunstreaker: *carefully getting up so he doesn't drop Columba or the energon*
Columba: *offering wordlessly to hold the package for him*
Sideswipe: *carefully transfers the package to Columba*
Columba: *smiles at him, and then smiles at Kia and Blackie and thanks Kia for her hospitality*
Perceptor: *quizzical light in his optics as he notes the ease with which the small grey femme interacts with other femmes. He and Kia have already noted the peculiarity of her shell.*
Sideswipe: *Thanks Perceptor and Kia again, PINpoints back home*
Optimus: *startled sidestep, and then a fumble to catch the sandwich that Ironhide just made him* Er, hello, Sideswipe, Columba.
Sideswipe: *nods to Optimus* Hey, Optimus. *gonna head to the medbay now, kthx*
Optimus: *nods back, and then takes a big bite out of his sheetmetal, onion pickle, and botbassa sandwich*
Columba: *peeks back at the crunch, and then decides that she really doesn't want to know*
Sideswipe: *snickers a bit, continues towards the medbay*
Ironhide: *has been to the medbay. Is not there now, but two sandwiches like Optimus' are, there on a tray next to the new parents*
Kia: *analyzing one curiously*
Sunstreaker: *eyeing the sandwiches warily*
Perceptor: *Also analyzing the sandwiches*
Sideswipe: *Sniffs* Maan, Ironhide put some of the stuff Magnus didn't like on those...
Kia: Oh, has Magnus....
Perceptor: ...Sampled some of the components?
Sideswipe: Yeah... The pickled onions... *remembers the package Columba's holding* Oh! The other Percy sent some stuff for the kids... Apparently, the little Bumblebee and Kriti really like it...
Kia: *curious about that package now and watching as Columba holds it out to Sunstreaker*
Sunstreaker: *accepts the package and carefully opens it* Huh... *sniffs one of the cubes* These seem safe enough...
Columba: *softly* He said that they're properly mild and have minerals that the sparklets need.
Kia: *pulling a face as Perceptor tastes part of a sandwich's filling*
Sunstreaker: *Small nod, raised brow ridge at the mirrored expressions on Kia and Perceptor's faces*
Kia: The pickle flavored cookies....
Perceptor: ...Were much more pleasant.
Columba: *brows up as her mouth twitches slightly, and then she looks up quizzically at Ratchet, who is hovering unobtrusively in the background*
Sideswipe: *to Perceptor and Kia* Oh, and the Percy and his mate there said to give you two their greetings.
Kia: *smiles, her discomfort at the flavor of the pickle pushed aside* Thank you for relaying them, Sideswipe.
Sideswipe: *nods* They might be stopping by at some point with Kriti...
Kia: *exchange of happy glances with her mate*
Perceptor: We shall have to prepare for their arrival...
Kia: *optics lighting* Yes. We do have the data we wished to discuss with them buried rather deeply in our system. It shall have to be brought forward and analyzed before we present it.
Perceptor: *nods* And we must also take into consideration the activities that would be appropriate for not only Aria, but also Kriti, Sideburn, X-Brawn, and Hot Shot...
Kia: Indeed. *pauses to smile at the tiny beings snuggled between Sunstreaker and Showtime*
Sideswipe: *optics glazing over slightly as he tunes out the nerdly talk*
Ratchet: *comes over to check on the sparklets and Showtime once more... and nab one of the sandwiches*
Columba: *she saw whut U did thar, Doc. Look at her look at you*
Sunstreaker: *Also saw what Ratchet did, amused frontliner is amused, and will snerk about it*
Ratchet: *scooting back to his office to share the sandwich with Clarion, and to see if 'Buster wants to try some new foods*
Columba: *looks at her mate* He likes them too.
Sideswipe: *Blink blink* Huh? Who does? *yes, he missed that*
Columba: The medic. He took one of those metal things with the fuel centers.
Sideswipe: Ratchet? *Snerks, amused* Well, at least someone likes 'em.
Columba: *quietly* And Optimus was eating one as we came.
Sideswipe: *nod* I saw he had a sandwich... I guess Ironhide must've made him one.
Columba: It must be a thing for larger mechs.
Clarion: *out she comes and makes off with the second sandwich* *back to the office!*
Sideswipe: ... *SNERK*
Columba: *slowly* The medic wanted the other one too?
Sideswipe: Dunno... Maybe she wanted it for herself...
Columba: *clearly startled at that thought, though it only shows in the slight brightening of her optics*
Sideswipe: *offers cuddles*
Columba: *leans against him with a sigh and watches as Kia gently repositions a slightly fussy triplet* Are we in the way here, Sideswipe?
Sideswipe: *considering look* Well, Sunny, Show 'n the boys are being fussed over by Percy and Kia... They really don't need us hanging around...
Columba: We should go do something else? *turns her head as a sparklet burp and Ratchet's laughter comes from Rachet's office*
Sideswipe: *gentle snuggles* Wanna go back to quarters?
Columba: *smiles her small smile* Yes. I'd like that.
Sideswipe: *small nod, looks to Sunstreaker, who also nods, carries Columba out of the medbay*
Columba: *purring as she thinks of snuggling in the big blanket. She's a happy small femme*
Sideswipe: *happy as he carries Columba to quarters, snuggling in the blankets clearly on his processor as well*
Columba: *arm around his neck and head on his shoulder*
Starscream: *sidesteps them and continues down the hall without looking up from her datapad*
Sideswipe: *pays Starscream no mind as he gets the door to quarters opened and he and Columba inside said quarters*
Columba: *nuzzle, purrr* They look like Showtime and Sunstreaker.
Sideswipe: *nods as he gently sets Columba down on the berth and moves to join her* Yeah... Wonder who they'll look like more when they're adults...
Columba: I don't understand how they look like them. Showtime and Sunstreaker didn't make their shells.
Sideswipe: Their sparks have spark code from both Show and Sunny... It's what made their shells resemble their creators.
Columba: Ohhhh. *straightens out the blanket and cuddles close, purring softly*
Sideswipe: *gentle kiss to Columba's cheek, will also gently nuzzle her helm*
Columba: *offers a kiss?*
Sideswipe: *kisses, snuggling close*
Columba: *breaks the kiss when things spin, then lays her head against his shoulder and shutters her optics. She's content with the day, and content where she is.*
Sideswipe: *contented sigh as he cuddles. The boys are alright, and Showtime's going to be fine. Everything is already okay*
*And so they remain for the rest of the afternoon, just a contented bundle of purring and resting close to one another*
((co-written with random_xtras))