hsv and dv, Autobot Base and Perceptor and Kia's facility, Reunion
Jazz: *hears visitors in the rec room and goes to look, Waltz walking along with her arm in arm*
Kriti: *clicking and talking to the three little mechs on Showtime and Sunstreaker's laps, little doorwings buzzing happily*
Draco: *sitting on the back of the couch watching this*
Jazz: Heyyyyy. You must be Kriti, lil' lady. *grin*
Kriti: *Startles, giving Jazz a 0_0 look, before her attention is drawn to the light yellow form with Jazz* ....
Jazz: *soothing sound, then* This' my baby girl, Waltz. *pats her daughter's arm*
Waltz: *shy, hopeful smile*
Kriti: *silent for a few moments, and then she's all but darting straight at Waltz to cling to the younger femme tightly while making soft hiccupping sounds and clicking*
Waltz: *startled sound, would have fallen down if she wasn't holding onto her mother*
Jazz: Whoa now. 0.o
Showtime: *concerned* Kriti... What's wrong, sweetie?
Kriti: *clicking and hiccupping, little 'wings buzzing again*
Jazz: *confused and concerned, moves to try and pull the little blue femme to her* Hey... Kriti? What's wrong, baby girl?
Kriti: *Will not be budged, but will mumble something that sounds sort of like "Waltz-sissy"*
Jazz: 0_o. I only got two kids yet.
Showtime: ... *covers her mouth with her hand as Sunstreaker pings Jazz's comm*
Jazz: *looks at Sunstreaker and answers the ping* //Streaker?//
Sunstreaker: //Show knows what she's talking about... It's got to do with Kriti's first foster family... The one she had before the other Perceptor and Kia started caring for her...// *slight headtilt, listens to what Showtime is telling him*
Jazz: *frowning at him uneasily as she listens, one arm around Waltz and Kriti, and the other hand to her chest where her son is poking things*
Sunstreaker: //They were a Jazz, and his mate, Bumblebee... Four kids of their own... Rap, Scatcat, Waltz, and Honey Bee... Their reality closed off from the Nexus, which is why Kriti's in the other Perceptor and Kia's care... //
Jazz: //Waltz....//
Showtime: *Quietly* //Kriti loves her parents... but she still misses the family she had...//
Jazz: *hand from her chest to her mouth* //But Waltz don't know her....// *looks up as a sixteen foot tall brawny orange mech comes in*
Bronx: Hey, Kriti, I.... Hey, Kriti? *over to the femmes with concern*
Kriti: *clicking and hiccupping, is starting to get a bit overwhelmed because she was told the way back had closed and Waltz-Sissy is here and she doesn't know what to doooo... Fusses*
Jazz: *attention back to the youngling at that fussing sound* Kriti... honey, this ain't the Waltz ya knew. This's my little girl.
Bronx: *freezes, deer in headlights* Waltz?
Kriti: *Fussing more*
Showtime: *putting X-Brawn on Sunstreaker's lap with his brothers so she can get up and come over*
Sunstreaker: *Pings dv Perceptor's comm with a very brief message about mistaken identities*
Sideburn: *going :0 at the fussing youngling*
Jazz: *doesn't know what to do, so she snaps at Bronx and tells him to quit staring*
Bronx: *optics fill with tears*
Jazz: 0_0
Hot Shot: *not liking the fussing, likes this even less!*
Showtime: *acks and tries to mediate, is torn between trying to avert the crisis here, and trying to sooth her son, is starting to fritz slightly*
Bronx: *excuses himself as he stumbles backward, then turns and leaves the room*
Jazz: *going to cry herself, and then she's gasping and putting a hand to her chest*
dvKia: *hurrying into the room as dvPerceptor goes after Bronx*
Sunstreaker: *going to try and calm Showtime and the boys down now*
Kia: *arms around Kriti and Waltz* Shhhh, my Miss. Shhh. I am here.
Kriti: *starting to wear herself out, still clinging to Waltz*
Waltz: *finally gains the courage to speak* Kriti?
Jazz: *just fell over*
Kia: *starts slightly at that* Someone catch her!
Sunstreaker: *Acks and yells for Bumblebee to get his aft in here, like, YESTERDAY!*
Bumblebee: *almost smacks the wall in his haste to get to the rec room*
Jazz: *on the floor*
Kriti: *fussing again, though not nearly as energetically as she was earlier. Now it's because everyone's upset and Jazz fell over and... she just wants to hide her face against Waltz and cry a bit more*
Waltz: *is hugging her*
Kia: *is as well, and clicking soothingly even as she watches Jazz with concern*
Bumblebee: *fussing over Jazz, is going to bring the silver colored femme to the medbay, since Ratchet's on duty right now*
Jazz: *motionless in her mate's arms as she's born from the room*
Kia: Shhhh. Shhh, my Miss. I am here. It will be alright.
Kriti: *hiccups quietly*
Kia: *rubs her back, careful of the little doorwings*
Showtime: *focusing on soothing the triplets, is a bit shaky in her movements due to her earlier fritzing*
Sunstreaker: *Clicking quietly*
Waltz: *is trying very hard not to cry, even though she's frightened for her mom and baby brother, and by all the fuss* Kriti... I... I'll be... I'll be your sister....
Kriti: *wibble, snuggles against Waltz, doesn't have the energy to cry anymore*
Waltz: *tries to wipe her face on her shoulder to hide the tears that are escaping anyway* I... I'm sorry about your family.
Kriti: *soft sound, will snuggle more and shutter her optics*
Perceptor: *leading Bronx back inside, his voice a soothing murmur as he pats the young soldier's arm*
Bronx: *wants to love on Kriti, but hangs back and tries not to wibble*
Kriti: *tired, doesn't want to let go of Waltz though*
Hot Shot: *finally settling down, is getting fed by Mama*
Kia: *softly* Miss? Can you hear me?
Perceptor: *walks over to his adopted daughter as well, though he glances at Bronx from time to time*
Kriti: *tired nod, snuggles Waltz*
Kia: *looks at her and reads her body language* *gently* Are you tired?
Kriti: *another nod*
Kia: Come to the couch. *attempts to gently guide the two youngsters over*
Kriti: *unshutters her optics to see which way Mama is guiding her* *will go with Waltz to the couch*
Waltz: *starting to shiver slightly, wants her own parents. But she tries hard to be brave, and continues hugging the little blue femme*
Kia and Perceptor: *get the two settled on the couch and then offer comforting contact*
X-Brawn: *Clicks at Waltz*
Kriti: *grip loosens as she goes into a sleep cycle*
Perceptor: *speaking with his mate over their bond, discussing the pros and cons of bringing Kriti home now*
Waltz: *breaks down then and cries very softly, trying to hide her face*
Perceptor: *looks toward her* *quietly* I think it would be best for Kriti if she were allowed to cling to Waltz. However, judging from Waltz's reaction it might be healthiest for her to be removed from Kriti. What do you think, Showtime?
Showtime: *doorwings down as she thinks* *Quietly* I think.... Kriti's going to be upset if she wakes up and Waltz isn't there... But she needs to let go, since Waltz is upset... *feels bad for suggesting this* How long before she'll be in a deep enough sleep cycle that she won't notice Waltz's absence?
Perceptor: *glances at Kia* Not even....
Kia: ...Half a minute.
Showtime: *Small nod, clearly feels bad about this* Once she's in that state, move her so she's holding onto one of you...
Sunstreaker: ... *eyeing Bronx* You're related to Kriti's last family, aren't you?
Bronx: *gruffly, as Perceptor and Kia shift the two young femmes* Waltz is my mother.
Sunstreaker: Let Kriti cling to you while she sleeps... Your spark'll sound familiar.
Perceptor: *nod* *quietly* And she's quite accustomed to resting beside Bronx and his mate. *gathers Kriti and then stands and hands her to Bronx*
Bronx: *holds her close and purrs that Jazz cat-purr*
Kriti: *Soft murmur, snuggles close to Bronx without waking*
Perceptor: *quietly* Do you have guest facilities here? *looks from Sunstreaker to Showtime*
Showtime: There're spare quarters down in the East wing of the base... I don't know if any of them are for family units though...
Perceptor: No matter. We will be staying with Kriti. *gives Kia a hand so that she can stand* I shall alert you to the number of the unit we choose. *compassionate look for Waltz, but the little yellow femme is hiding from strangers now*
Showtime: *nods and clicks gently to Waltz as WakeJumper enters the rec room*
Waltz: *looks around at the familiar step, and then nearly leaps toward the orange mech, her tears coming in earnest now*
Bronx: *sad face as he carries his little Aunty out of the room*
WakeJumper: *Soothing noises and clicks, offers hugs*
Kia: *goes with Bronx and Kriti*
Perceptor: *watching to be sure that Waltz is going to be alright*
Waltz: *very very softly* M... M... Mom f... f... fell....
WakeJumper: *Small nod* *quietly* Ratchet, First Aid, and Bumblebee are going to make sure she and Rap are alright. *will gently rub Waltz's back now*
Waltz: *silent but stormy tears*
Perceptor: *glances to Showtime* How old is Waltz?
Showtime: ...Not very... *shrug*
WakeJumper: *Quietly tells Perceptor*
Perceptor: My stars and garters, she's but a sparklet.
WakeJumper: *nods, continues to comfort Waltz*
Perceptor: *sighs* I greatly regret any stress that Kriti has caused. She means no harm. But her first family was very dear to her, and she is still very young herself.
WakeJumper: *biting his lower lip components a bit, nod* I understand completely...
Perceptor: *softly* And she was forced to leave them during a time when they were mourning Bronx's loss, little knowing that he had, in his first moment of waking panic, teleported himself to a different reality and a much earlier time.
WakeJumper: *Winces* *quietly* I remember that particular group.... Honey Bee and Lumen scribbled on that Optimus' smokestack, before Lumen was redecorated...
Perceptor: *nods* Their Prime was usually adorned with Miss Honey's art.
WakeJumper: I just hope that someday, their reality opens up again... If not for Kriti's sake, for Bronx's...
Perceptor: *sighs* That would be ideal, but only Primus and the Greatest Creator know if it will happen. Though Bronx has never known his creator and her kin, he has come to love Kriti deeply in their stead.
WakeJumper: *small nod* *Sighs quietly as he continues to comfort Waltz*
Perceptor: I think it best that Kia, Kriti, and myself remain till this matter has received a modicum of healing, so I'll be speaking with Optimus now. *troubled and concerned look for the little yellow femme, and then he steps toward the door after a nod to Sunstreaker, Showtime, and their sons*
Showtime: *hiding her wibble against Sunstreaker now*
Waltz: *quietly, after Perceptor is gone* I'm sorry.
WakeJumper: *gently* It wasn't your fault, Waltz... Sometimes, things happen that we have no control over, and the only thing we can do is adapt to meet the changes...
Waltz: *sadly* But I could've been braver....
WakeJumper: *Gently, as he continues to rub her back* Given the situation, you were very brave.
Waltz: *lifts her head to give him a tearful and confused look, and then flinches and hides again as 'Waka Laka' echoes cheerfully down the halls from the direction of the front door*
WakeJumper: ... *soothing clicks, will gently suggest that Waltz come with him to see who is playing the music*
Waltz: *nods her head without lifting it*
WakeJumper: *Gently guides Waltz out of the rec room and down the hall towards the music, curious about whether dvJazz got off of work early and decided to stop by himself*
*and he comes belly to face with another Waltz*
WakeJumper: *Acks, stepping back a few steps*
Hormah: *mutes her music and steps up behind the other femme* Hey, b'y. T'at Percy as's adopted t'at lil' blue femme around here anywheres?
WakeJumper: *feeling a bit confused now* Er... Yeah.... He, Kia, and Bronx went to the East wing.... I don't know which quarters though....
ntbWaltz: *quietly, as she tugs on the arm of the green-eyed, silver mech beside her* Which direction do I need to go?
WakeJumper: Er... *points to the hallway that leads to the East and West wings* When you get to the end of it, take a right....
ntbWaltz: Thank you. *leads the young mech off down the hall*
Hormah: *watches them go, and then glances at the local Waltz, deedling at her softly in her version of a click*
WakeJumper: *definitely feeling brainbroken right now, will focus on what he knows how to do, and comfort the Waltz he's with*
Hormah: *looks up at him* What's t' matter wit' ye?
WakeJumper: *Quietly* We had a bit of an incident earlier.... I thought that the reality that Kriti was first raised in was closed off...
Hormah: *nods* *quietly* Aye, t'is.
WakeJumper: ... Then how...
Hormah: *sigh* A #$#@$#@ 'o a lotta cheatin', b'y.
WakeJumper: *Gives Hormah a Look, quite possibly identical to one Ratchet would give*
Hormah: *gets his Look and raises him a ten*
Waltz: *perks at a com call from the medbay, and then turns and scoots away*
WakeJumper: *blinks and lets Waltz go, hoping for good news*
Hormah: *quietly* I gev up me last wish. Primus was after sayin' Kriti needed somebody from t'ere, 'N I knows which one she misses most after t' ol' lady 'n t' ol' fart.
WakeJumper: *quiet as he nods* She's probably not the same as she was the last time that Waltz saw her.....
Hormah: Waltz's some five hunnerd years old.
WakeJumper: .... *boggling now*
Hormah: Ye takes yer breaks in timelines where ye finds 'em, b'y.
WakeJumper: *small nod* *quietly* Kriti'll probably have that Waltz in a deathgrip by now, if she's even awake....
Hormah: *slight shrug* So long as she ain' after doin' it t' Pi, 'cause he's some stupid ticklish. *leans against the wall and looks absently down the way that the two Waltzes and the silver mech went*
WakeJumper: *leans against the opposite wall* *absently* I wonder whether Cragbuster's scampered over Ratchet's feet yet... or whether Sideburn or one of his brothers has tried to shove their fingers up Sunstreaker's intakes yet?
Hormah: *gets what he's doing and snorts, then deedles something caustic* Pi's me son, b'y. 'N Rap's.
WakeJumper: *small nod, quiet sigh*
Hormah: 'N t' wish was fer gittin' t' see Rap agin. *and she gave that up, which is why she was stink eyeing you and being uncommunicative*
WakeJumper: *Quiet for a few moments* Scattor?
Hormah: What about 'im?
WakeJumper: He's the one who gave you the wishes, right? *looking down the hallway as he asks this*
Hormah: Yeah. *looking in the opposite direction now*
WakeJumper: *Quietly* You'll get to see Rap again... I'm sure of it.
Hormah: *snorts and deedles* I knows t'at. Ever'body's gonna see ever'body else someday.
WakeJumper: Well excuse me for being optimistic about it happening before you two reunite in the Well of All Sparks...
Hormah: *slight, sharp laugh* I ain't goin' ta t' well. *pushes the topic away with her hands* But whatever. What went down here?
WakeJumper: *quietly* Perceptor and Kia brought Kriti here so she could meet Sunstreaker and Showtime's sparklets... Jazz, who, mind you, is from another reality and a femme, was more than likely curious about her, and was with Waltz at the time... Kriti mistook the local Waltz for the one she remembered....
Hormah: *nods* 'N what made Jazz hurt so bad? *she'd felt that when she first came in, even past the young Waltz's fear and sadness*
WakeJumper: *Explains what happened with Bronx, and about how this Jazz's spark has budded*
Hormah: *nods, and then freezes* T' sparklet.... Anot'er femme?
WakeJumper: *headshake* Mech...
Hormah: *quietly, afraid of the answer now* T'ey named 'im yet?
WakeJumper: *nods* They named him Rap...
Hormah: *sound like she were organic and someone punched her in the gut, but then straightens and puts on her poker face* I bes' be after checkin' on Kriti 'n t'em.
WakeJumper: *small nod, will go and talk to Eclipse shortly* I wasn't talking about the local Rap when I said you'd see him again... I really believe you'll see the one you miss on this side of the Veil.
Hormah: *just looks up at him with eternity in her yellow optics, then pats him on the arm and walks away*
WakeJumper: *goes to talk to Eclipse*
ntbWaltz: *sitting and watching Kriti sleep as the son she's never known stares at her and her nephew airguitars to music only he can hear*
Ironhide: *doesn't know anyone's in there. Bodychecks Sideswipe into the wall*
Perceptor: *nearly leaps out of his shell*
Kriti: *Awake with a loud yell*
Bronx: Ack! Hey, it's okay. It's okay. *hug*
Kia: *hand over her spark after her mate's fright, but she's stepping toward her little one*
Pi: *looking at Ironhide's nonplussed expression and laughing his skidplate off*
Kriti: *Fusses, doorwings buzzing with how upset she is*
Sideswipe: *sneaking away while he's got a chance*
Ironhide: *gruff and concerned apology to Perceptor, his hand absently closing over Pi's face to muffle the laughter*
Pi: *laughs even harder*
Kia: *has Kriti now* Shhh, my Miss. Shhh. Look, someone has come to see you.
Kriti: *intakes hitch as she gets a good look at ntbWaltz* ... *Then she's trying to launch herself at the older femme, clicking and fussing even more*
ntbWaltz: *braces herself and wraps Kriti in her arms, clicking softly and loving on her with no hesitation*
Kia: *stepping back by Perceptor and watching them*
Kriti: *clicking, chirping, deedling, and doing her best to talk and tell Waltz about how she found Bronx and about how he was with Perceptor-Papa and Kia-Mama's friends and about how much she misses everyone*
ntbWaltz: *softly* I've met him. I know. And look. See this mech? This is Rap's son!
Pi: *over there grinning, his green optics... Rap's optics... twinkling*
Kriti: ... *Deedlebeeps at Pi*
Pi: *beeps right back, his Minicon sounding different from Hormah's but saying the same things*
Kriti: *soft giggle, knows she said something impolite only because Grimlock said it was a cuss... Does it again*
Pi: *tries to teach her something else*
ntbWaltz: *browplates lifting* Should you be saying that, you two?
Pi: *massive grin* Unicron is an aft.
Kriti: *clicks, snuggles ntbWaltz*
ntbWaltz: *cuddles her and rocks slightly on her feet* I'm here now, Kriti. I'm not going away.
Pi: *pulls a face at Kriti over Waltz's shoulder*
Bronx: .... *baps him*
Ironhide: *snerk*
Kriti: *Razzes Bronx, repeats Pi's cuss, and settles against ntbWaltz* Gonna come home with us? *hopeful*
Pi: *flailing and saying quite a bit of Minicon!*
ntbWaltz: Yes, and I'll be living at the base with Bronx.
Kriti: *small nod, snuggles more and shutters her optics* *quietly* 'm glad...
ntbWaltz: *moves to settle on the berth and rock the younger femme, sidestepping her son and nephew along the way*
Kia and Perceptor: *watching in silence*
Ironhide: Hey, kid. Zip it. The little one's going to pick all that up.
Pi: I'm younger than she is!
Ironhide: And I'm older. Knock it off.
Kriti: *clicks quietly until she begins to drift back into a sleep cycle*
Hormah: *slips under Ironhide's arm to look inside* Diehard's got ye a place, Waltz, iffin' ye kin put up wit' Silverbolt 'n t'em.
ntbWaltz: I don't even know who that is, Hormah. *gentle amusement*
Chromia: *coming to find her mate, since Carina's putting up a fuss about naptime without Daddy*
Ironhide: *helpfully filling ntbWaltz in on the idiosyncrasies of Aerialbots*
Perceptor: *giving him a wry look*
Carina: *reaches for Daddy, clicking and fussing a bit. It's time for snuggles!*
Kriti: *Soft murmur, is limp as a dishrag at this point*
Ironhide: *pauses and looks at his little one, then checks his chrono and apologizes as he takes her and cuddles her*
Carina: *ceases fussing once Ironhide is cuddling her, happy little clicks*
Ironhide: *excuses himself to the bots in the room, then goes to find somewhere quiet and warm to nap with Carina*
Perceptor: *will NOT chuckle*
Kia: *IS smiling*
Chromia: *fond headshake, will follow mate and sparklet now*
Hormah: Anyhow, Waltz. T' Aerialbots over in t' ot'er reality ain't so nuts 's t' ones here.
Waltz: *quiet nod as she rocks baby sister*
Kriti: *is pretty much out of it... though if another loud noise happens, she'll wake right back up*
Perceptor: *suggesting that they should go home now*
Hormah: *telling Pi to go with them, and to do his job*
Pi: *grinning at his mom very impertinently*
Hormah: *watches them go, and then turns to go to the medbay*
Jazz: *awake, but giving Ratchet and Bumblebee a cross-eyed look as a calmer but still voluble Rap continues to try and communicate with the outside world*
Bumblebee: *quietly playing a version of 'Waka Laka' he picked up over the internet and fussing over Jazz still*
Ratchet: *small nod as he finishes updating the rosters* Alright... Jazz, you are not going to be on duty until after Rap is put in his own shell. *leaving no room for argument*
Jazz: *lifts one browplate, and then makes a funny sound and winces* Guk....
Hormah: *wincing in sympathy* 'Bee, try singin' in yer own voice, b'y.
Bumblebee: *startles, small nod, chooses a different song, one that he actually knows all the lyrics to* *quietly* There's nothing you can do that can't be done. Nothing you can sing that can't be sung. Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game... It's easy... All you need is love, all you need is love,All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Jazz: 0.0 *silent laughter interspersed with quiet 'ows'* *She's not making fun of him. It's just his music selection's hit a funny circuit*
Rap: *settles down to listen to Daddy's voice*
Hormah: *has her back turned as Bumblebee sings, so that nobody in the room can see her tears*
Ratchet: *ducking his head and trying not to snicker, acks as Cragbuster decides he wants to make a beeline for the door*
Hormah: *hastily wipes her optics and snags the sparklet, then turns to bring him back to his dad, scolding him with deedlebeepings all the way*
Cragbuster: *Clicks and chirrups, loves upon the orange lady!*
Jazz: *turns her head and watches Hormah offer the little guy to Ratchet, and then looks back at Bumblebee* *quiet and dead serious* 'Bee?
Bumblebee: *stops singing, concerned* Yes, Jazz?
Ratchet: *cradling Cragbuster in the crook of his arm, glances over to the couple*
Jazz: *dead serious* You ever knock me up again, 'n I might jes' have ta hurt ya.
Waltz: ...But there's still two more of us that have to get born!
Jazz: 0_0 >_<. *groooaaan*
Bumblebee: *aaaand his skidplate's going to meet the floor now* *Quietly* What?
Waltz: WakeJumper says the other Bumblebee and Jazz had four kids. Rap, Scatcat, me, and Honey Bee.
Jazz: I feel sick....
Bumblebee: *Acks and scrambles to get Jazz a bucket*
Hormah: *snigger* Actually, Honey was after bein' a one shot deal. Ye wants four, ye'll have ta make up yer own fort'.
Ratchet: *giving Hormah a politely confused look, as is Bumblebee when he returns with the bucket*
Hormah: Whadderya lookin' at me like yer stunned fer?
Ratchet: *small headshake, will dismiss the matter for now, and will take Cragbuster back to Clarion*
Hormah: *calls him something rude in Minicon, and then looks at Jazz and Bumblebee*
Jazz: *isn't going to be sick after all, laying with her arm over her optics*
Bumblebee: *Will still gently fuss over her*
Waltz: But can I have the other brother, anyway?
Jazz: *groans* Girl, I ain't even done makin' this one. Jes' because some other 'Bee 'n Jazz got that many don't mean we gonna.
Sunstreaker: *stopping by with his family, heard that, Jazz* *slightly mischievious grin* Well, Show and I met a Jazz and 'Bee that had their own Rap, Scatcat and Waltz... Those three're triplets. *is going to ignore the light bap Showtime gives him for that*
Jazz: *frozen with surprise, and then starts whining and muttering, which gets Rap going, which has her cussing under her breath*
Bumblebee: *Gives Sunstreaker a dirty look before focusing on trying to calm Jazz and Rap down again*
Hormah: *aims a fist at Sunstreaker's butt*
Sunstreaker: *Acks!*
X-Brawn: *Fusses quietly*
Hormah: *shakes her head and then looks at Waltz* Ye okay, b'y?
Waltz: *confused* I'm not a boy.
Hormah: >_>
Sideburn: *Fussing because X-Brawn's fussing, though he's doing it louder, which sets Hot Shot off again*
Showtime: *Focuses on soothing the triplets*
Hormah: *soft deedles to the three little mechs, apologizing for startling them and asking if they like cookies*
X-Brawn: *peeks at Hormah from where he's tucked against Showtime, is still a bit upset, but will click at the unfamiliar orange lady*
Hormah: *gets out three cinnaSeekers and holds them up like a fan of cards*
Jazz: .... *sniff sniff?*
X-Brawn: *clicks, carefully hanging onto Mama as he leans out to reach for a cookie after Showtime nods that it's okay. Will share with brothers, once they both settle down*
Jazz: *looking toward that smell with more interest than she's shown in any fuel since her pregnancy manifested*
Hormah: *breaking a full size cookie into sparklet size bits and giving them*
X-Brawn: *clicking quietly, though it's a bit lost in the noise his brothers are now making*
Jazz: *tank beep, and then a soft ack as Rap glees and tries to talk to it*
Bumblebee: *soothing, glances at Hormah, pesters Lumen over comms for cookies*
Hormah: *holds a cookie out toward Bumblebee without looking at him. Is still deedling at the triplets*
Bumblebee: *Thanks Hormah as he offers the cookie to Jazz*
Sideburn: *has finished his bit of cookie, will try deedling back at Hormah now*
Jazz: *takes it and looks it over, and then proceeds to munch it up and eat it, an expression of bliss on her face*
Hormah: *chuckles* I kin understand normal talk, b'y. I jes' can't click.
Sideburn: *headtilt, confused bitty is confused* How come?
Hormah: 'Cause me one creator was a different kind 'o bot. One as beeps instead.
X-Brawn: *blink blink, headtilt, studying Hormah curiously*
Hot Shot: *confused* What kinda 'bot does that?
Hormah: T'ey're called Minicons.
X-Brawn: *Shares a confused look with his brothers*
Showtime: *Is also a bit confused*
Hormah: *quietly, to the blue femme* Ye ever seen t' lil' pink 'n grey femme as hangs 'round wit' Blackout most t' time?
Showtime: *nods, and then it's dawning on her*
Hormah: Pink's a Minicon. Cybertronian, but not made 'o Primus' spark.
Showtime: ... *hint of recognition in the name* Does she play any online MMORPGs?
Hormah: *chuckle* Yeah, she do.
Showtime: *soft chuckle* One of the other medics plays with her then...
Hormah: *nods* Aye, WakeJumper.
Jazz: *really wants another cinna cookie bad* *is sitting up to go see if she can't find more*
Bumblebee: *acks and tries to convince Jazz to lay back down, please! He sent Lumen to go get some more cookies*
Jazz: *settles back as Waltz adds her efforts to her father's* Fine, fine. But make sure it's those good ones 'n not that pickle slag. *which she usually loves, when she can steal them from Op and 'Hide*
Bumblebee: *Forwards this to Lumen* Ginger Swindles and CinnaSeekers alright?
Jazz: I want like that one I jes' ate.
Hormah: *looking at her, and then excuses herself to the sparklets and PINs away to tell Lumen about cinnabuns*
Bumblebee: *Small nod, blink blinks at Hormah's departure*
Waltz: *had been going to ask Hormah for another cookie for her mom. Disappointed expression*
Bumblebee: *glances to the door when Lumen enters the medbay. Was half-expecting the younger mech to PINpoint directly into the room, pauses in asking for an explanation when the scent of cinna wafts up from the boxes Lumen has*
Jazz: *deep sniffs, and her optics are gleaming*
Lumen: *offers Jazz one of the boxes* That one's got CinnaSeekers in it... This one, *indicates the other box* has CinnaBuns... *sets that one next to Jazz*
Jazz: *turns on her side and yanks up the top of the box, then whistles softly* Would ya lookit that....
Bumblebee: *Curious, looks*
Jazz: *lifting out a massive cinnabun, dripping with white creamy stuff and full of fat gummi raisins*
Bumblebee: ...*boggling at the size of the treat*
Jazz: *lays back and seems to make half that bun vanish in one bite*
Bumblebee: *Boggles at that, too*
Jazz: *eats the rest and then settles down with a contented sigh, one hand on her tank. Feels peaceful despite Rap starting up again*
Waltz: *shocked at Mom, tells Lumen thank you*
Lumen: *nods, goes to find someone to pester*
Jazz: Ratchet?
Ratchet: *pokes his head out of his office* Yes, Jazz?
Jazz: I gotta stay here? My bed's comfier.
Ratchet: *soft chuckle* Just as long as you promise not to be up and running around...
Jazz: *snerk* 'Bee'll keep me down, wontcha?
Bumblebee: *small nod, moves the boxes Lumen brought enough that he can pick Jazz up*
Jazz: *arms around his neck and head on his shoulder*
Waltz: *glees at this, Mom's not being silly right now!*
Bumblebee: *quick glance to the boxes, figures he can come back for those once he's gotten Jazz settled on her berth* *Will move to head out of the medbay*
Waltz: *picks the boxes up, then looks at Ratchet to see if she can go*
Ratchet: *nods, giving Waltz a gentle smile*
Waltz: *smiles back and then follows her creators*
Bumblebee: *carries Jazz to their family quarters, quietly playing another Beatles song the entire walk*
Jazz: *is in a snuggly mood. Snuzzles his cheek as he brings her in*
Bumblebee: *gently sets Jazz on her berth, and offers to cover her with one of the blankets*
Jazz: *blanket's fine, but now she's got his hand and is tugging on it gently*
Waltz: *peeks inside, and then leaves the boxes on the coffee table and goes to the spare berthroom to study*
Bumblebee: *hazarding a guess that Jazz wants to snuggle with him, will carefully join her on the berth*
Jazz: *gets the blanket over both of them and then beams at him, her optics twinkling*
Bumblebee: *gives Jazz a gentle smile, moves to snuggle her*
Jazz: *arms around his neck, and then she's snuzzling in for a kiss*
Bumblebee: *doing his best to keep the kiss gentle*
Jazz: *gently proceeds to kiss him silly*
Bumblebee: *is kissed silly despite his best efforts*
Jazz: *squints one optic shut and chuckles after she breaks the kiss, then lays her head on his shoulder and makes a contented 'mmmm' sound* Rap's happy now.
Bumblebee: *still trying to get his processor to stop spinning, does manage a soft chuckle as he snuggles*
Jazz: *snuzzle* *murmur* Yer not half bad lookin'. *sounds pleased*
Bumblebee: *Snuzzle* *murmurs something about Jazz being pretty*
Jazz: *chuckles and goes for another kiss before cuddling close and shuttering her optics*
Bumblebee: *contented engine rumbles as he cuddles*
Over in Kriti's adopted reality
Perceptor: *sitting on the pad in the living room next to Waltz and Kriti, and feeling rather sunbeam pwnt*
Kriti: *has Dolly tucked under one arm, is using Waltz's lap as a pillow as she sleeps, thumb in mouth slightly*
Waltz: *gently rubbing her back beneath her doorwings, braced against Pi's weight as he leans against her and also recharges*
Bronx: *passed out over on the end of the pad. He'd meant to go home to his mate, really*
Kriti: *very slight foot twitch, snuggles closer to Waltz*
Perceptor: *lifts his head and looks at them, then sighs and smiles and agrees inwardly with something his mate is thinking*
Showtime: *pinging Perceptor's comm*
Perceptor: //Hmmmm? Yes, Showtime?//
Showtime: //I was just calling to see how Kriti's doing... WakeJumper mentioned that Hormah had brought the Waltz from the other reality...//
Perceptor: //She did indeed bring the Waltz that Kriti calls sister. And Kriti is quite grateful. She's currently snuggled with her and with Pi.//
Showtime: //D'awww.//
Perceptor: //It is indeed a most charming picture.//
Showtime: //I'll let you go then... Showtime out.//
Perceptor: //Perceptor out. And I wish you the blessings of the Greatest Creator and of Primus. You are going to need them, with three little ones.//
Showtime: //Huh... Ultra Magnus said the same thing... // *closes the comm line with a click*
Perceptor: *sighs and settles down for a nap himself, feeling unutterably grateful for Waltz's presence*
((Co-written with random_xtras))