mbv, NEST HQ, New Arrival and Another Step to Recovery
Tracks: *sitting propped up in the bed, listening to Rachel talk and Raoul breathe in his sleep as he munches on what Rachel calls a rose scented bath fizzie*
Denver: *Soft sound as she starts waking up*
Tracks and Rachel: *look over at her*
Rachel: There she is. *chuckles* Hey, Denver? You finished being sleeping beauty?
Denver: *groggily* Workin' on 't... *sitting up now and rubbing at her eyes*
Tracks: *soft sound as he offers her a shard of his breakfast treat*
Rachel: *will NOT snerk at Denver's epic bedhead* How are you feeling?
Denver: *blink blink, quietly thanks Tracks for the shard* 'M fahn... Wakin' up's th' 'ardest part'a mah day, even wh'n Ah w's 'uman...
Rachel: *sympathetic expression as she thinks of all the nights where the dreams have only left just in time for her to get up* I know how that feels.
Denver: *small nod as she has a taste of what Tracks gave her*
Tracks: *offers her a container of water, in case she'd like to experience fizz*
Denver: *small smile, will have a sip of water. Then she's making a surprised face as the rose bath fizzie fizzes*
Rachel: What do you think? *chuckling*
Denver: *swallows what's in her mouth before speaking* 'S lahk rose-flavored soda! *amused by this*
Rachel: *laughs outright* One plus of being able to eat organic and non-organic fuel that Merlin never thought of when he invented the mods. Though I'm not sure you can really count bath fizzies as fuel. They're more like a mineral supplement.
Tracks: *has another bite of the piece in his hand and crunches happily* ^_^
Denver: *amused, stretches a bit*
Rachel: Are you going to run?
Denver: 'M th'nkin' 'bout 't...
Rachel: I can stay with Tracks and Raoul. *glances down to the foot of the bed, where a lump of blanket sounds like Raoul sleeping*
Denver: *considering, and then she nods* Alrahght... *moves to get up off of the bed* 'M still c'nfahned t' th' gym?
Rachel: It's seven below outside. But if you want to brave it I won't hold you back. Just watch out for Laserbeak. I think she's overcharged or something.
Denver: *raised brow* Laserbeak?
Rachel: *brows lift* Didn't you get the memo about our raven?
Denver: ... *thinking back, small nod as she remembers* Must've slipped mah mahnd f'r a bit...
Rachel: *concerned look* Not surprising. Even thinking probably feels different right now.
Denver: Th't's 'n undahstatement... *heads to go change clothes*
Tracks: *watches her, wondering if she's going to come back and say good bye before she goes*
Denver: *back a few minutes later, dressed and boots laced up. She moves to gently pat Tracks' hand and quietly murmur that she'll be back in about an hour*
Tracks: *catches her hand and kisses it, then gives her a look that asks her to be careful and says he loves her*
Denver: *small nod, will be careful. Gently squeezes Tracks' hand and moves to head for the door*
Fluffy: *up her leg as she passes the bathroom door*
Denver: Ack!!!
Fluffy: *plays 'Don't Worry, Be Happy'*
Rachel: Fluffy's harmless, Denver.
Denver: Th't don' mean Ah w's 'spectin' 'im t' clahmb mah leg though!!! *is okay, was just startled*
Rachel: *surprised pause and then laughter* Fluffy, warn people.
Fluffy: *keeps climbing, seeming to emote a little dark cloud over his head as he attempts to gain Denver's shoulder*
Denver: *To Fluffy* 'Re y'u wantin' t' come wit' me t' th' gym th'n?
Fluffy: *gives her a Look for asking such an obvious question*
Denver: *chuckles* Jes' makin' sure... *out the door now, and heading for the gym*
Fluffy: *holds onto the shoulder of her shirt, crouched down and tipping his head back to look the way they're going*
Denver: *wondering if there will be anyone in the gym or not, even as she reaches the doors*
Denver's crew and Sunshine's team: *talking over by the machines, speculating as to whether Sunshine's team is getting called out*
Denver: *approaches, concerned* Wh't're we lookin' 't, contact-wahse?
Lt. Reynolds: *stands to attention, letting her coat drop from her hand* It's something small and really hard to track.
Denver: *slight frown as the rest of her team stands at attention as well* 'Ow small?
Cpt. Blume: The traces suggest it's somewhat under five foot, but over four.
Lt. Reynolds: *nodding* And bipedal.
Denver: ... Th't's 'bout th' same sahze Sarah Ruteger 's...
Cpt. Blume: And Sean Robertson.
Denver: ... S'meone fahnd Autumn Thompson... Fr'm wh't y'all've said, sounds lahk we mahght 'ave 'notha chahld arrahvin'...
ENS. Falman: *nods and goes to do so*
Cpt. Blume: You think it's a Transformer, sir?
Denver: 'F 't ain't... 'T still sounds lahk 't mahght be a kid... 'N Miss Thompson's good wit' kids...
Lt. Reynolds: *nodding* If it were a grey it wouldn't be running around in fields at night.
2nd Lt. Havoc: And the JDs don't take their kids into space...
Cpt. Blume: *Nodding*
Denver: *moves to lean on one of the machines, will tap the toe of one of her boots on the floor in a sporradic rhythem* Aneh word 'bout weapons wh'n th' report came 'n?
Fluffy: *arms folded over his chest as he sits and listens*
Lt. Reynolds: No one's gotten close enough to find out.
Denver: *frown, tap tap tap tap* Aneh ahdea 'f direction 'f travel?
Lt. Reynolds: From what I've heard on the news about the rumors it seems to be staying close to a certain area.
Denver: *frowning more* 'Re th're aneh satellahte images 'f th' area?
Lt. Reynolds: *lifts up the sheaf of paper in her hands* Someone checked satellite images for any landings overnight and sent these. I'm just thinking though... it's funny that it's so close to where we are. Almost makes me think it is a Transformer. Maybe something to do with that Soundwave guy?
Lt. Wesson: *in the background* Darnit, the turkey's loose again....
Denver: Lemme see th'se.. *reaching for the papers*
Lt. Reynolds: *hands them over, then glances at her husband*
Cpt. Blume: *frowning*
Denver: *spreading the papers out on the floor so they form a map of the area around the lodge and the area out for a thirty mile radius* *Studying the map now* ... The'ah. *points to a section that's near the lodge*
Lt. Reynolds: Sir?
Denver: Th's area ain't 'sposed t' be torn up th' way 't is... 'n lookit this... *indicates what looks like debris* Th't don' look rahght t' me....
Cpt. Blume: *frowning* You're right. It looks wrong.
Denver: *studying the image again* Don' look lahk a full-sahzed ship...
Cpt. Blume: For the races we know. It still might be something new.
ENS. Falman: *Back with Autumn*
Fluffy: *looks at Autumn and databursts the conversation thus far*
Autumn: *Small nod to Fluffy*
Denver: *frowning* 'T w's stayin' close t' th's area, rahght? *indicates an area of about five miles that includes the road that passes near the lodge*
Sunshine: *coming in, her ears held at a thoughtful angle*
Denver: *looks up, nods to Sunshine*
Sunshine: *nods back, then looks at her team* I'll be doing a solo flyover. If I cannot find the target I'll come back for you.
Lt. Reynolds: Yes, sir. *slight frown, but knows Sunshine will be safe*
Denver: *small nod, indicates the map* We mahght 'ave found th' best area t' check.
Sunshine: Ja. I noticed that. *frowns at the image, even after this many years she has trouble making sense of pictures* Col. Franklin told me it looks torn up.
Denver: 'N th're looks t' be wh't mahght be th' remains 'f s'me kahnd'a ship... 'S a small 'un, fr'm th' looks'a th' debris field 'n 'mpact crater...
Sunshine: *nods, then looks at Fluffy* Vill you come vith me? The Col. thinks this may be a Cybertronian.
Fluffy: .... *plays a razz sound*
Autumn: *pinging Bert's comm and letting him know in code that she's going to be going with Captain House* *To Sunshine* I'll come with you.
Sunshine: No. Bringing two large people could frighten it. But Fluffy ist small. He may even lure the lost vone out of hiding because of his size.
Autumn: *looking UP at Sunshine* From what I've heard, it might be a youngling. I know how to get frightened younglings to come out of hiding.
Sunshine: *gently* So do I.
Autumn: If it's a Transformer, he or she might not understand that you mean them no harm... You'll need someone who speaks Cybertronian to get them to come out of hiding...*Creche guardian is acting on her programming and instincts here, Sunshine...*
Fluffy: *plays a soundbit of Autumn's voice clicking*
Sunshine: *shakes her head* I'm sorry. I go alone except for Fluffy this time.
Autumn: *frown* ... *quiet sigh, lets Bert know she won't be going with Sunshine after all*
Bert: *commiserates*
Sunshine: *hand on the small femme's shoulder, and then nods to her CO2 before looking at Denver and holding out her hands for Fluffy*
Fluffy: *soundbite grumbling about dames as he comes*
Denver: *Gives Fluffy a Look*
Fluffy: Thrrpt. *kid's voice* Tell Mom where I am, okay?
Denver: Alrahght. *more to Sunshine than to Fluffy* Y'u be careful out th're, okay?
Sunshine: *chuckles* I alvays am. *and it's true. Being invincible has never made Sunshine reckless*
Denver: *gives Sunshine coordinates to search first, and suggests checking in any abandoned buildings within a specific distance radius from the crash site* *is alerting Rachel to where Fluffy will be and who he's with*
Sunshine: *listens patiently, even though she's a skilled searcher. She understands her friend*
Denver: Good luck. *seriousness in her eyes as she says this*
Sunshine: *twitches her ears in a smile, and then gently tucks Fluffy into her shirt and heads for the patio doors*
Fluffy: *Encino Man voice* Gazongas!
Denver: ... *Facepalm, soft sigh*
Lt. Reynolds: *tells the rest of her team to stand down but be at the ready*
Denver: *Tells the members of her team that are still here to do likewise*
Cpt. Blume: *watches the others scatter to the machines, then looks at Denver* How's Darby?
Denver: Ah ain't 'ad a chance t' check on 'er yet... Ah'mma go do th't in a bit...
Cpt. Blume: How's Tracks? *looking at the floor, doesn't want to anger Denver by seeming nosy*
Denver: 'E's doin' bettah... *Yes, she's still worried about the mech, and it shows in her tone and expression*
Cpt. Blume: *quietly, as his eyes follow his wife's patrol of the windows* Has he woke up yet?
Denver: *nods* 'E's 'wake... Jes' 'avin' a tough tahm rememb'rin' stuff rahght now...
Cpt. Blume: *looks up, his soft brown eyes showing his compassion and concern* Is it like a concussion?
Denver: *another nod* 'Cordin' t' wh't Dr. Ruteger 'n 'er 'usband tol' me, yeah...
Cpt. Blume: Do they think he'll recover?
Denver: Yeah... 'S jes' gonna take a bit... 'E alreadeh remembers Raoul 'n me...
Cpt. Blume: *smile* That's good. *hesitate* *quietly* So... it's for real?
Denver: *slight blush as she nods*
Cpt. Blume: *grins and hugs her*
Denver: *being careful as she hugs Tad*
Cpt. Blume: *softly* Do I get to give you away? Or does Beau have dibs?
Denver: *eyes wide* Ah f'rgot t' tell Beau!
Cpt. Blume: *eyes widen, and then he's slapping his butt* Do you want my phone?
Denver: *headshake* Ah'll call 'im wh'n Tracks 's feelin' bettah... So th'y c'n talk...
Cpt. Blume: *grins* Do you think he'll remember that time he teased you that you needed to find a nice single JD guy?
Denver: *makes a face* 'F 'e remahnds me'a th't tahm, Ah'm makin' 'im do latrine duty th' next tahm 'e visits me.
Cpt. Blume: *laughs*
Denver: *moves to step back* Ah'd bettah go check 'n Rose, 'n get back t' Tracks... Ah told 'im Ah'd onleh be gone f'r 'n hour...
Cpt. Blume: It hasn't been that long. *looks at his watch*
Denver: Ah know... B't y'u know 's well 's Ah do th't Rose'll 'ave s'methin' t' say 'bout th' situation...
Cpt. Blume: *rueful chuckle* Yeah. I know. Did you know they're airlifting her out tomorrow?
Denver: ... Wh't?!
Cpt. Blume: To a hospital with a better surgeon than Doc. Someone who knows all the fancy stuff she'll need to walk again.
Denver: ... *out the door, and on her way to the med ward now, kthx*
Darby: *sleeping soundly in the little corner behind the curtain, one hand closed around a flat little green gingham cat that looks like a pot holder*
Denver: *keeping her footsteps quiet, and keeping her expression neutral, though worry and upset-ness dance in her eyes*
Darby: *fingers twitch slightly where they're gripping Simon the cat*
Denver: *Softly* Shhh, 's jes' me, Rose...
Darby: *opens eyes and blinks at her, then quirks a muzzy grin* Hey, Major.
Denver: 'Ow're y'u feelin'?
Darby: Stoned. I'm all pumped full'a pain killers.
Denver: *Small nod* *quietly* 'M sorreh....
Darby: *confused frown* Fer what?
Denver: *Quietly* Ah feel responsible f'r wh't 'appened, Rose...
Darby: *snort* Don't. I wasn't lookin' where I was goin' like I should have.
Denver: *slight wibble* B't still...
Darby: *fuzzy stink eye*
Denver: *soft chuckle, reaches to gently patpat Darby's hand* Ah s'pose Ah'd best tell y'u 'fore 'Avoc goes 'n runs 'is mouth on account'a 'earin' 't fr'm Tad...
Darby: *quietly* I'm leavin' ya.
Denver: Ah know... Tad tol' me... Th't ain't wh't Ah wanna letcha know though.
Darby: *brows lift* It ain't?
Denver: *headshake* Th's 's 'bout Tracks 'n me...
Darby: *blinks*
Denver: 'E 'n Ah... We've been a couple... F'r a few weeks now... *Yes, Darby, your CO is BLUSHING*
Darby: *frowning* Can I speak freely?
Denver: *nods*
Darby: Don't throw yerself away, Major. Just because this guy actually looks at you doesn't mean you should go with him. You haven't even known him three months yet.
Denver: *quiet for a few moments, and then she's gently patting Darby's hand*
Darby: I mean it. You're worth it.
Denver: *quietly* Y'u'd bettah keep in touch, 'r Ah'll 'afta send Jean out t' bug ya...
Darby: *frowning, her concern clear in her eyes. But she snorts at the threat* I ain't afraid 'a that loser.
Denver: Y'u know 'e'd blow 'is entahre paycheck on flowers f'r y'u.
Darby: *snorts again* So? He'd do it fer any woman.
Denver: *soft chucke* Yeah... B't y'u aren't jes' aneh woman t' 'im... 'N y'u know darn well 'e th'nks y'u're outta 'is league.
Darby: Like I care anymore. *speaks quietly and means it*
Denver: *gently pats Rose's hand again* *just as quietly* 'E wasn't even makin' 'is usual jokes wh'n Ah saw 'im earliah...
Darby: He'll get over it.
Denver: *slight shrug* Ah dunno... *soft sigh* Ah'd prolleh bettah get down t' th' cafeteria 'n get some breakf'st 'fore Dr. Ruteger gets on mah case t' eat...
Dr. House: *can be heard running toward the med ward, soon bursts inside and starts arranging a soft blanket of a pretty colour on the examining table*
Darby: ...What's goin' on out there?
Denver: *Frown* Ah 'ave no ahdeah... *goes to look*
Dr. House: *turning as his wife comes in and then stepping back so that she can set a child sized orange and black Cybertronian on the table*
Sunshine: *wrapping the little guy up and clicking her tongue softly*
Fluffy: *snuggling and playing a lullaby*
Denver: *eyes widen* *quietly* 'S th't...
little mech: *tries to hide in the blanket*
Sunshine: Shhh, he's frightened und hungry.
Lt. Reynolds: *darts in with a chunk of cinnaSeeker in her gloved hand*
Denver: *even quieter* 'E ain't even aneh biggah th'n Sarah Ruteger!
Sunshine: *takes the bit of cookie and offers it to the little one*
Dr. House: *nods* I've called Autumn Thompson.
little mech: *peeking at Sunshine, hesitantly reaches for the bit of cookie*
Sunshine: *gives it, clicking encouragingly. And she's actually saying something with the clicks. Someone's been studying*
little mech: *sniffing the cookie bit, clicking back quietly*
Sunshine: *strokes his head and then asks his name in careful and slow Cybertronian*
little mech: *quietly* [Quadriate Tertian Hydrolinear Ascendant...] *works on nomming the cookie*
Sunshine: *ears back with disappointment that she couldn't understand, but tells him it's a good name*
Autumn: *entering the med ward quietly, stops when she spots the little guy on the table* ... *Transforms and quietly clicks before taking a few steps closer to the table*
little mech: *attention going to Bumblebee, blink blink*
Sunshine: *stepping to the side, but staying where the little one can see her so that he won't be frightened by changes coming too quickly*
Denver: *ducking back to where Darby is to tell her about the new arrival*
Darby: *dozing, but opens her eyes to give her CO a quizzical look*
Denver: *Quietly* Th're's a li'l gah jes' arrahved... 'E ain't aneh biggah th'n Sarah Ruteger...
Darby: Do you think he's as young as her and Sean Robertson?
Denver: Prolleh 'bout th't age... Ah dunno though... 'E ain't too interested in talkin', seems lahk...
Darby: *concerned* And all alone?
Denver: *nod* Sunshan 'n 'un'a Dr. Ruteger's li'l drones brought 'im in...
Darby: *frown frown* I wonder if he was on that other ship.
Denver: ... Ah dunno... Melissa Jones mahght know, 'r Tracks mahght know... 'r mabeh Sharpshot....
Rachel: *can be heard talking on the other side of the curtain*
Darby: *glances that way*
Denver: *goes to peek*
Bumblebee: *talking quietly to the little mech, has introduced herself to him, and is now gently holding his hand and reassuring him that he's safe and among friends*
Rachel: *scanning him in the meantime*
little mech: *is weak due to low energy and being out in the elements, is older than any of the other Cybertronian kids*
Rachel: Well, he's the right size for his age.
Bumblebee: *looks to Rachel* So he is a youngling then?
Rachel: *nods* Yes. I'd put his age in the range of one to two vorns.
Bumblebee: Awww... *attention back to the little mech as he finishes the cookie bit, and then she's quietly asking his name*
Darby: Major?
Denver: *looks back to Darby* *quietly* 'E realleh 's a kid...
Darby: *frowning, though her eyelids are determinedly trying to close*
Denver: *notices that* *Quietly* Get s'me rest, Rose... Ah'll stop bah latah 'n give y'u 'n update....
Darby: *slight scowl, but then she's asleep as the painkillers win*
Denver: *will gently cover Darby with the blanket on the bed, and fluff her pillow a bit before moving to talk to Rachel*
Bumblebee: *frowns, trying to remember where she's heard the name "Quadriate" before*
little mech: *starting to nod off as his systems process the cookie bit*
Rachel: [WakeJumper? Do you want to go with Bumblebee? She's our creche mother.]
WakeJumper: *fighting to keep his optic shutters up* *small nod, will correct the medic about his designation some other time*
Bumblebee: *will gently scoop WakeJumper up in the blanket, or try to*
Sunshine: *softly offers to help*
Bumblebee: *small nod, is having slight difficulties, as WakeJumper's almost the same size she is*
Denver: *small frown* *Quietly* WakeJumpah? Ah thot 'is name w's s'methin' 'lot longa th'n th't...
Rachel: *glances toward Denver as Sunshine takes the mechling into her arms* *slight chuckle* The original version is. My original name's longer than 'Ratchet' too.
Denver: *raised brow, will focus on what she wants to ask* 'S th're a reason f'r th't?
Rachel: Names tell where a Cybertronian is from, our social status, our function, and our generation. This little guy's only around a vorn old, so he's only got his place and status designators yet.
Denver: ... Th't's realleh diff'rent fr'm 'uman tr'dition...
Rachel: *quietly recites her original name for the first time in several decades, the alien consonants slipping easily from her human mouth*
Denver: *Boggling slightly by the end*
Bumblebee: *softly crooning to WakeJumper as she gently smooths his helm and asks Sunshine to follow her to the cafeteria, since the rest of the kids, aside from Sky's family, are there*
Rachel: *watches them go, and then turns back to Denver and recites Tracks' name*
Denver: *and now she's starting to feel brain-broken*
Rachel: *finishes and looks at her, absently scooping Fluffy up as he trucks back in and beeps at her demandingly*
Denver: *quietly and slowly* Y'all's names... Ain't jes' a record'a wh're y'all c'me fr'm 'n wh't y'all do... 's lahk a record'a y'ur lahf...
Rachel: *chuckles* Have you ever read 'The Lord of the Rings'?
Denver: *makes a face* Ah 'ad t' f'r Senior English.
Rachel: Do you remember the part where Treebeard explained how entish names work?
Denver: Vaugeleh...
Rachel: Well, it's the same sort of system. *rubs Fluffy's back as he grumbles and curls up*
Denver: *contemplating this, decides to think about it more later* Ah'd bettah go 'n get s'me breakf'st...
Rachel: Sharpshot came to sit with Tracks while I came here. Raoul went to get him some breakfast.
Denver: *Small nod* *quietly excuses herself, will go get some breakfast for herself*
Dr. House: *tells her see you later and turns to go check on Darby*
Denver: *nods to Dr. House as she leaves the med ward. Then she's jogging down the hall towards the cafeteria with the intention of grabbing something she can take back to the room*
kids: *unusually quiet as they sit at a table near the door. Most of their attention is focused on the blanket bundle in Simon's big arms*
Sunshine: *watching from a little distance as she absently munches on a rock lobster tail*
WakeJumper: *nodding off every so often only to wake up with a quiet start*
Sarah: *gently patpatting WakeJumper's hand every time he wakes up*
Simon: *making sparklet purrs and giving his twin brother a reproving look for ignoring the newcomer*
Naomi: *clicking comfortingly as she munches another rock lobster tail*
Bumblebee: *Still crooning softly as she sits where WakeJumper can see her*
Denver: *gets a few pieces of fruit and a cup of coffee, before heading back to the room she's currently calling home*
Sharpshot: *looks up as Denver returns. Was sitting on the floor and talking to Tracks*
Tracks: *turns his head, his expression brightening from quiet interest at Sharpshot's small talk to a smile of welcome for Denver*
Denver: *small smile as she moves to sit down on the edge of the bed*
Sharpshot: *quiet for a few moments, then she's got a slightly worried expression on her face*
Tracks: *reaching to touch Denver's hand, also pointing to the energon cake that Raoul brought before the teen spilled his milk on himself had to go to the other room to change*
Denver: *quiet chuckle as she shows Tracks the fruit and coffee she has* Ah've got mah breakf'st, Tracks...
Sharpshot: *Quietly, to Tracks* [Was there anyone from the Quadriate sector on the Axalon? I don't remember...]
Tracks: *lays back and thinks, then shrugs and shakes his head slightly*
Sharpshot: [Desinex says there's a youngling from that sector who just arrived a short while ago...]
Denver: *nods as she drinks her coffee*
Tracks: *startles and then looks around, seeking something orange to point to as he remembers a small mech who used to make himself known regularly with his youthful antics*
Denver: *has an orange on her lap as well as several other pieces of fruit*
Tracks: *points to the fruit, then looks at Sharpshot quizzically*
Sharpshot: *small frown as she searches her memory files and asks her twin what color the new arrival is* ... *then her optics are widening and she's nodding* [The new arrival is that color, and this color as well.] *indicates Denver's hair*
Tracks: *nods, he remembers the youngling*
Denver: [His name's Quadriate Tertian Hydrolinear Ascendant....] *working on peeling the orange now, kthx*
Tracks: *nods, his mouth moving slightly but forming no sound*
Sharpshot: *giving Denver a "WTS" look*
orange: *smells pretty darn good*
Tracks: *watching Denver, but then notices Sharpshot's look. Taps Denver's arm*
Denver: *looks up from peeling the orange* Hm?
Tracks: *nods toward Sharpshot*
Sharpshot: *Frowning* *in English* You can speak Cybertronian?
Denver: *quiet for a few moments, then she's nodding* 'S 'cause Professor Ruteger gave me a language pack... *Trails off when she sees how befuddled Sharpshot looks*
Tracks: *points from Denver to himself to Sharpshot*
Sharpshot: *frowning more* [I don't understand. I thought you were human...]
Denver: Ah am, normalleh... Ah 'ad a run-in wit' s'meth'n' called a LOL th't turned me int' a Cybertronian.
Sharpshot: .... *froooown, looks to Tracks, hoping for clarification*
Tracks: *looking at Denver with surprise. He'd forgotten when he'd found out earlier*
Denver: *sets her coffee on the table before gently patting Tracks' hand*
Tracks: *lifts his browplates and makes a little motion with his head, asking her to explain to him what Sharpshot said about her*
Denver: *quiet for a few moments* *then she's getting up and grabbing the yearbook that's sitting on the dresser where it was left the other day. The book gets brought over, and opened to one of the pages that shows Denver running* *trying her best not to let her accent get in the way of explaining things as she tells Tracks about herself, where she was born, and her family. Then she sets the book where Tracks can reach it if he wants to look through it later, and transforms, earning a surprised sound from Sharpshot*
Tracks: *totally surprised as he leafs through the paper pages, then looks up at her again*
Denver: *watching his expression, seriousness in her optics*
Tracks: *draws brows together, his mouth working as he tries hard to formulate language*
Sharpshot: ... [That is seriously messed up.] *trying to make her way to her feet now, kthx*
Tracks: *hands move then, unconsciously, the single symbol asking 'how long a time?'*
Denver: *raised brow ridges, blink blink*
Sharpshot: *attention on Tracks' hands* [He wants to know how long...] *to Tracks* [Right?]
Tracks: *surprise and hope in his expression, doesn't realize what his hands said for him. Nods*
Denver: *thinking back* ['S onleh been a few days... Ah ain't 'zactleh sure 'ow long Ah'll be lahk th's...]
Tracks: *shakes his head, that's not what he was asking about*
Raoul: *pops in and dives onto the other bed, then starts inhaling his scrambled eggs and cheese*
Denver: *Startles badly, landing on her skidplate as she trips over her own feet*
Sharpshot: *dives under Tracks' bed*
Raoul: 0.o
Tracks: *circulating in a slight panic after sitting up with surprise in response to all the sudden motion*
Denver: *getting up and moving to fuss over Tracks now*
Sharpshot: *using words in Cybertronian*
Raoul: *meekly apologizing and looking miserable*
Tracks: *holding onto Denver and hiding his face*
Denver: 'S alrahght, Raoul... *gently rubbing Tracks' back*
Raoul: *muffled* I was so stupid. Should'a known better....
Sharpshot: *silent now. The only evidence that she's still under Tracks' bed is the glow of her optics*
Tracks: *has to lay back now. The world's dipping around in a most sickening manner*
Denver: *helps Tracks lay back, murmuring soothingly*
Tracks: *shutters optics and circulates deeply. And his hands once more ask their question*
Raoul: *watching now* Do we need the Doc?
Denver: 'M not sure... *slight frown* Raoul, d' y'u th'nk y'u c'ld coax Sharpshot out fr'm undah th' bed?
Raoul: *slides forward and hangs over the edge to lift the skirt and peek underneath* Sora? Are you okay?
Sharpshot: *studying Raoul for a few moments, decides he's not a threat, and then she's crawling out from under the bed*
Raoul: *softly* Good girl. You wanna lay beside me? *clicks his one little Cybertronian phrase, the sparklet promise of friendship*
Sharpshot: *small nod, quiet clicks*
Denver: *quiet sigh as she thinks back to Darby's words* *softly* [Even though we ain't been a couple f'r more th'n a few weeks... 'n Ah've onleh known y'u 'n Raoul f'r a couple'a months... Ah c'ldn't be 'appiah.]
Tracks: *optics pop open, and there is clear disappointment and surprise in them*
Sharpshot: *transforming and moving to curl up next to Raoul*
Raoul: *watching Tracks, but he clicks again and leans against the dark-haired femme*
Denver: *sees Tracks' expression, begins quietly re-telling the story of the day everyone arrived at the lodge*
Tracks: *shakes his head and lifts a hand to put it gently on her lips, then sighs and pulls her down so that he can hug her. And there is his soft purr*
Denver: *quiet, nearly inaudiable sound of contentment as she snuggles close to Tracks*
Raoul: *looking at his guardian with surprise as he just catches the sound at the very edge of his hearing* *softly* Sora... is Tracks purrin'?
Sora: *small nod* *quietly* Jazz does it too....
Raoul: *turns and looks at her incredulously*
Sora: *quietly* Usually when he's snacking on that smoked meat stuff...
Raoul: ...Great. Now I'm hungry. *attacks his eggs again*
Sora: *Soft snerk, snuggles Raoul*
Raoul: *quietly* He's okay. We should go see what the others're doin' with the new guy.
Sora: *just as quietly* They're cuddling with him...
Raoul: ...Is breakfast done?
Sora: *headshake* Simon's got him, and Bumblebee is fussing over him right now...
Raoul: *gathers up his plate* Let's go help.
Sora: *Small nod, moves to get up*
Raoul: *last glance at his heart parents as he accompanies the femme who's becoming one of his sisters from the room*
Sora: *slight headtilt as she argues with Destiny over their twin-bond. No, the new arrival isn't a baby. Yes, he'd probably like a piece of cookie, but don't crowd him.*
Tracks: *startles just slightly as the door clicks shut gently, then remembers his energon cake and reaches down to try and find it. Finds an orange instead and brings his hand up between himself and Denver to offer it*
Denver: *blinks a bit, and then she's chuckling softly and reaching for the orange to finish peeling it*
Tracks: *slurps a drop of juice off her knuckle, the action causing a light tingle to go through her hand*
Denver: *soft ack, though she is chuckling a bit as she finishes peeling the orange*
Tracks: *lifts his brows at the ack, and then searches again and offers her a fresh fig*
Denver: *offers Tracks a piece of the orange in exchange*
Tracks: *eats it from her fingers and pulls one of his funny faces at the taste*
Denver: *soft chuckle before she's working on eating the fig Tracks offered her*
Tracks: *watches her, and then goes fishing again* *produces a smushed banana. Makes a face at it*
Denver: *snerks, coughing a bit as a bite of fig tries to go down the wrong line*
Tracks: *concerned look even as he moves the banana toward his mouth to taste it*
Denver: *makes a face once she's stopped coughing*
Tracks: *bites the banana, skin and all*
banana: *is sweet and mushy*
Denver: *decides to see whether or not orange peels taste the same as they did before*
Tracks: *mushes the banana and sucks the rest of it from the peel, his expression thoughtful*
Denver: *moves to get up, intends to go get a wash cloth so she can at least wipe some of the banana off of Tracks' armor*
Tracks: *quizzical expression as he looks up from the mashed peel*
Denver: *soothingly* [Ah'm jes' gettin' s'meth'n t' clean th' banana off'a y'ur back wit'.] *points to the bathroom, indicating that that's where she's going*
Tracks: *looks at self and makes a face, showing a flash of his usual haughty expression*
Denver: *small smile, goes to get a washcloth wet*
Tracks: *has found the energon cake when she gets back and is frowning down at himself critically. Denver will be able to see that the apple's on the floor*
Denver: *steps around the apple as she moves to carefully sit next to Tracks*
Tracks: *looks up, his expression showing his displeasure at wearing his breakfast*
Denver: *soothing sounds as she moves to wipe away as much of breakfast as she can*
Tracks: *slight squirm, and then he's chuckling soundlessly*
Denver: *very slight smirk* [Ticklish?]
Tracks: *shakes his head, one optic squinted shut*
Denver: *soft snerk, continues wiping away breakfast until the washcloth's no good for that any more*
Tracks: *gives a faint shudder, then looks down to check how he looks, twisting his head and squirming a little to try and see his back*
Denver: [Ah'll go get 'notha washcloth...] *moves to get up*
Tracks: *nod nod... just found the last fig* *grimaces*
Denver: *bends and picks up the apple so she won't trip on it, and heads for the bathroom again*
Tracks: *decides to taste fig mush* *pulls a face Denver would be sorry she missed*
Denver: *back a few minutes later with a fresh washcloth*
Tracks: *offers her the fig skin*
Denver: *quietly thanks Tracks as she moves to both clean his back, and nab the fig skin*
Tracks: *carefully and slowly onto his side, his expression apologetic and a little embarrassed at needing so much help*
Denver: *Soothingly* [Y'u took care'a me wh'n Ah w's needin' 'elp... 's mah turn t' take care'a y'u.] *being careful as she wipes Tracks' back clean*
Tracks: *raises brows. He did?*
Denver: *Small nod, quietly tells Tracks about what happened shortly after they had become a couple, including the part about her tears making her cheek stick to his frame*
Tracks: *hand to mouth, and then reaching up to gently touch her arm once he's back flat on his back*
Denver: *moves to sit next to him again, gently holding his hand in her own*
Tracks: *squeezes her hand, and then uses the other one to pick up the cake of sweet scented energon plaster and offer it to her*
Denver: *small headshake* [Y'u c'n 'ave it... Ah ain't too fond'a vanilla... 's too sweet.]
Tracks: *frown and slight pout, but then does a small smile and has a bite of the cake before setting it on the bedside table*
Denver: *stretches a bit, before moving to carefully reach for her cup of coffee*
Tracks: *blinks and looks at her oddly as he thinks he remembers something, reaches for the coffee cup*
Denver: *amused, will help Tracks with the coffee*
Tracks: *tastes, and then reaches over and breaks off a bit of the cake to dunk in it. Tries the result and smiles*
Denver: *soft chuckle, works on finishing the coffee while studying Tracks' features again*
Tracks: *munching dipped cake, wordlessly asks if he can't dip again once the coffee soaked part is consumed*
Denver: *nods, offering the cup again*
Tracks: *dip dip. Pause. Is Denver sure she doesn't want a bite? Offering again*
Denver: *another nod. She's sure... but darnit if Tracks doesn't look adorable like that*
Tracks: *sighs and eats, his mouth turning up in a smile at the flavor*
Denver: *sets the coffee cup aside before she hesitantly reaches to brush her fingers against Tracks' mouth, a mix of affection, fondness, and a hint of worry showing in her optics*
Tracks: *pauses and looks up quizzically, the smile still in place*
Denver: *keeping her touch gentle as she moves her fingers to Tracks' cheek and murmurs something softly in English*
Tracks: *brows lift as he wonders what she's saying*
Denver: *a bit of sadness is in her optics now as she quietly repeats herself* ['M sorreh Ah w'sn't payin' more 'tention t' wh't w's goin' on 'round us...]
Tracks: *shakes his head and lifts his non cake holding hand to gently pat her back, his optics intent on hers*
Denver: *very slight wibble as she leans down to gently kiss Tracks' forehead*
Tracks: *softly purring as he moves the hand on her back to give her a comforting hug*
Denver: *gently nuzzles Tracks' cheek as she moves to lay down beside him*
Tracks: *puts the last of the cake into his mouth and turns onto his side so that he can hug her with both arms. The purring continues*
Denver: *remembering the tingle she felt when Tracks kissed the top of her head, and the slight tingle of his lips on her hand earlier, is curious about what that would feel like on lip components. Will move to gently kiss Tracks' cheek*
Tracks: *snuzzle. Loves Denver much*
Denver: *soft sound of surprise at the tingly feeling she got from kissing Tracks' cheek*
Tracks: *leans back slightly to look at her quizzically*
Denver: *softly* [w'sn't 'spectin' th't....] *It doesn't sound like she's complaining though*
Tracks: *'expecting what?' says his expression*
Denver: *Remembering now what Tracks said about never having been kissed. Considers, before she's moving to gently show him what a kiss feels like*
Tracks: *startles and gasps, but then uncertainly tries to kiss back. The resultant tingle will probably feel like a good shot of scotch to Denver's systems*
Denver: *pulls away from Tracks when things start to spin a bit, and then she's moving to gently snuggle, making quiet contented sounds as she does*
Tracks: *blinking and thinking he feels like he's had a shot of high grade. Is distracted from his musing by Denver's snuggle. Reaches back and pulls the blanket up around her, then pats her back gently before shuttering his optics and leaning his forehead against hers. Purrs*
Denver: *is happy, continues snuggling and making those quiet sounds of contentment*
Tracks: *cuddles, protects, purrs... and sleeps*
((Co-written with random_xtras))