Nexus, Black Dog, A Meeting of Alternates(Sort of)
Rodimus: *sitting on the bar with a big tankard of fancy energon in his hand and a grin on his face as he shoots the breeze with Pooka*
Pooka: *exchanging BS for BS with baby glee*
Rodney: *arm around Lisa's waist as he leads her to the bar*
Archiva: *offers Rodney and Lisa a lift onto the top of the bar*
Lisa: *Grins* That'd be great since Roddy and I aren't exactly able to climb up and-MMPH!!! *and now she has her mouth covered by Rodney's hand as he chuckles and nods*
Rodney: Thanks.
Archiva: *picks them up carefully, and then gently sets them up by the small size person chairs*
Rodimus: And then I stuck it in Springer's closet.
Pooka: What did he do when he found it?
Rodimus: *shrug* Screamed like a little girl.
Rodney: *thanks Archiva, then yelps as Lisa licks his hand*
Lisa: THRRRRRPPPPPT! *giggling now*
Rodimus: *looks over at the yelp and the razz, his mouth twitching into a grin as Pooka laughs*
Rodney: *shaking his hand off and wibbling at Lisa, who giggles more and moves to situate herself in one of the chairs* Liiiisaaaa! That wasn't fair!
Lisa: You shouldn't have put your hand there in the first place, Roddy! ^_^
Rodimus: You guys care to join me? *grin* I'll buy you a round.
Rodney: *surprised expression is a go* Er... Sure... *and now he and Lisa will come over to join Rodimus*
Lisa: *is headtilting just a bit* You and Roddy sound a lot alike...
Pooka: *distracted by seeing a Bumblebee. Runs off to talk to him*
Rodimus: You think so? *chuckles and has a swig of his drink, then thinks about it* I sounded more like that a couple thousand years ago.
Rodney: *considering something, and then he's made up his mind and is transforming* Odds are good that we're alternates.
Rodimus: *snerks* Rodimus Prime, formerly Hot Rod.
Hot Rod: ... Yup. Alternates. *grins* Hot Rod.
Rodimus: All the more reason for you to join me, then. Though I don't see too many mes that're actually close to my size.
Hot Rod: Yeah, I kinda noticed that too... What's up with that?
Lisa: I haven't seen any other mes yet, so I kinda feel like I'm the odd one out... *slight pout*
Rodimus: We decided to downsize a few hundred vorns ago in the interest of saving energy and not looming over most of our allies as much. *looks at Lisa* No other yous? Really?
Lisa: If there are any , I haven't seen them, but that may be because I haven't really looked or maybe I overlooked them or maybe they're the opposite gender or something like that and if they do come here, they're probably bigger than me by a lot but then again, so is nearly everyone else back home except for Bumblebee but she's always been little so it's hard to say...
Hot Rod: *arm around Lisa's waist again* Blue, you're doing it again...
Lisa: *Startles* Oh! Sorry! ^_^;;
Rodimus: *snerk* Hi, Bluestreak. You gonna transform and grab a seat?
Lisa: Might as well, right? ^_^ *transforms and stretches a bit before making her Hot Rod sit down so she can use his lap as a seat*
Rodimus: *blinks at that, looking a wee bit surprised and a whole lot amused* Bonded?
Hot Rod: *nods, grinning* Yeah... Just woke up a couple days ago, in fact...
Rodimus: I solemnly swear to never tell the Bluestreak of my reality about this, if he ever comes back from that big adventure.
Bluestreak: ... *confused look*
Hot Rod: *Snickers and cuddles his mate*
Rodimus: It'd break the poor guy's processor worse than when I told him about the fangirl that was crying because my father in law wasn't with Ironhide.
Bluestreak: ... *more confused*
Hot Rod: ... Do I even want to know?
Rodimus: Know what? *grin* And what're you drinking?
Hot Rod: Never mind then. *Chuckles* Well, what's good?
Rodimus: Who my father in law was? That'd be Ratchet. And what's good? *chuckle and drink* Depends on what you like. Nem can mix as well as any Ironhide.
Nemesis: *snort* I can do better than those old rustbuckets. Not all my drinks're toxic.
Bluestreak: *blink* Ratchet? Our Ratchet's word mate is Wheeljack...
Hot Rod: As long as it won't leave me flat on my back like the last time I drank, I'm game for anything. *grin*
Rodimus: Oh, you're one of those realities. *ironic amusement in his voice. Then turns and tells Nemesis to mix up another like he's got for Hot Rod, and a Shirley Temple for Bluestreak*
Bluestreak: Huh? One of those realities? *confused gunner is quite confused*
Hot Rod: ... *headtilt* What're you talking about?
Rodimus: The old ghost's had fangirls cry because he's not with 'Jack, too. *chuckles*
Hot Rod: ... Our Ratchet's a femme though.
Rodimus: *perk* Really? A lady Ratchet?
Bluestreak: *nods, giving Rodimus an odd look* Yeah... Is that not normal or something?
Rodimus: She's the only one I've heard of. *nods to Nemesis as she sets their drinks down. Bluestreak's is bright pink and fizzing pleasantly*
Bluestreak: How strange... *and now her attention is on her drink* Ooo!
Hot Rod: No kidding... Huh... *seems a bit perplexed by this*
Rodimus: But then most people fall on their afts, figuratively speaking, when I tell them who my mother in law was.
Hot Rod: Oh?
Rodimus: *nods and drinks deeply, then frowns and glances suspiciously at empty air* Yeah. Optimus Prima.
Hot Rod: ... You're yanking my servo...
Bluestreak: *Doesn't miss that frown* Is something wrong?
Rodimus: *shakes his head to Bluestreak. To Hot Rod* No servo yanking. They'd been together since before she ever became Prime.
Hot Rod: Wow... Bet that was interesting... *Having a long pull from his drink now*
Rodimus: *shrug* It's how it always was. I only got interested after they built Pansy. *grin and drink*
Bluestreak: *pauses before taking a drink* Pansy?
Rodimus: Panacea. Prima and Ratchet's daughter. *still grinning, and there's affection in the expression*
Bluestreak: Oooh, your mate. ^_^ *having a drink now*
Hot Rod: *Chuckles*
Rodimus: Yeeup. Prettiest and meanest femme ever sparked.
Hot Rod: *Before he can stop himself* Are you sure the meanest one isn't Chromia? *Acks as he's kicked by Bluestreak*
Rodimus: *sniggers at the kick* I'm sure.
Bluestreak: Chromia's not mean... She's just very driven, and doesn't have much tolerance for wishy-washy stuff... Kinda like Major MacKenzie, which is probably why her squad respects her so much and why Skywarp and the other femme Seekers like her so much...
Rodimus: *plays a clip of his wife after someone did something incredibly stupid and was brought into her repair bay*
Hot Rod: ... Okay, she's scary.
Rodimus: *and then switches it to the vituperific tirade that happened the last time he played with one of Keepsake's inventions and blew a hole in himself*
Bluestreak: *Boggling by the end of it*
Rodimus: She also stomped Soundwave's chiproaches while he was still alive, stomps Blaster's datasprites, blew up in Galvatron's face a few times, and once did something to Astrotrain's vocalizer that made him talk like Tiny Tim.
Hot Rod: ... That's just... evil....
Bluestreak: *Slight whimper and clinging to her mate is a go*
Rodimus: *rubs his nose* We've been bonded since she was a vorn old. *yes, Hot Rod, there is a reason guys of your make are called nutbars*
Hot Rod: ... And Wheeljack says I'M nuts...
Rodimus: Hey, the Wheeljack I knew blew himself up.
Bluestreak: *Quietly* Ours nearly offlined himself while trying to do something nice for Ratchet... *slight wibble*
Rodimus: *humor faded a bit* This guy was taking care of a Decepticon bomb to save everyone else. Sticking it by his spark nullified it, but the extra charge.... *drinks*
Bluestreak: *More wibble and then she's hiding her face against her Hot Rod*
Hot Rod: *Grimaces and rubs Bluestreak's back gently*
Rodimus: Sorry. *reaches to put a hand on the little femme's arm*
Bluestreak: *slight intake hitch*
Rodimus: Hey.... *looks around for something to make it better and then brightens* Hey, do you guys have sparklets in your reality?
Hot Rod: *nods* We've got a creche, actually... *gently nudges his mate*
Bluestreak: *Small nod*
Rodimus: *grins hopefully at Bluestreak* Want to see some pictures of my youngest two?
Bluestreak: *and now she's peeking at Rodimus*
Rodimus: *hauls a datapad out of subspace and calls up the file he wants, then turns it so she can see it* The little green guy is Chance, and the little buffy femme is Oriana 2. The rest are Ironhide and Chromia's twins, and Tigatron and Airazor's little guy. *checks his memory of the file and switches to another picture* Oh yeah, and the little Seeker's Runt.
Bluestreak: *blink blink* Runt.... kinda looks like Sundog...
Hot Rod: Wait, what? *looking*
Rodimus: Whonow? *brow plate lifting*
Bluestreak: Skywarp and Sunstreaker's eldest kid... He's a Seeklet... and he looks like Runt... only the tech's different and all...
Rodimus: ...Skywarp and Sunstreaker? Now that's a lovely mix.
Hot Rod: You should see their triplets... *chuckles*
Rodimus: ...Triplets?
Bluestreak: *nodnod* Firebreak, Hotspot, and Ember... Firebreak's a femme, and Hotspot and Ember tend to get into small tussles from time to time but they're all small, so nobody gets hurt...
Rodimus: *frowning slightly now* I know a Firebreak, Hotspot, and Ember, but they're not Transformers.
Hot Rod: ... *now it's his turn for a raised brow ridge* Seriously?
Rodimus: Seriously. They're peregrine falcons.
Bluestreak: Ooooh, I bet they're pretty!
Rodimus: *nods* They're atypical colours, all three of them. *expression thoughtful now as he considers the markings he's noticed under the three birds' wings*
Hot Rod: How atypical are we talking about?
Rodimus: Firebreak's golden with blue eyes. The guys are both nearly black even in the parts that're usually lighter on peregrines.
Hot Rod: ...Wow... That is atypical...
Rodimus: *nods, expression still showing deep thought as he makes a mental note to find time to go and examine the friendly birds more closely* They're pretty intelligent, too.
Hot Rod: *small nod*
Rodimus: But I'm told that kind of bird is. *shrugs one shoulder*
Hot Rod: *another nod* Which is why they were preferred for falconry many years ago.
Rodimus: That, and they can move fast enough to knock a small 'Con's head off.
Hot Rod: ... Seriously? *And Bluestreak's paying attention now*
Rodimus: *nods and chuckles* Rumble got too close to a nest once. It took him awhile to convince Frenzy to stop laughing and help him turn his head around the right way.
Bluestreak: *quiet snerk, before her expression saddens slightly*
Rodimus: *quietly* Now what'd I say?
Hot Rod: *Quietly* The Rumble from our reality... isn't alive anymore, because of what some humans did... and Frenzy's barely hanging on... Rewind's been keeping him close and taking care of him...
Rodimus: *blinks* Oh really. *doesn't sound mocking. There's a sad note in his voice*
Bluestreak: *small nod*
Rodimus: Ours is alive, though he's pretty banged up. It's Frenzy who didn't come back one day.
Hot Rod: *wince* That has to be rough on him...
Rodimus: *has another drink* He's got processor damage and some other things that aren't self repairing, though he can still function well enough to fill the role of Head of Galvatronian Intelligence. *small smirk* And he's bright enough to see the irony of the title. His wife and kids help a lot. *yes, he said wife. Not mate*
Bluestreak: ... *shares a confused look with Hot Rod* Who's his wife?
Rodimus: A lady named Asia. *grin* She's a former SWAT cop from Earth.
Hot Rod: ... *SNERK*
Rodimus: *grins* Hey, they're kinda cute together. Especially when the kids're around.
Bluestreak: *small smile* Does Asia keep Rumble in line? *has a bit of an amused glimmer in her optics*
Rodimus: He doesn't really need keeping in line anymore. But she keeps him running.
Bluestreak: *small nod, thinking of Denver and Tracks*
Rodimus: *takes the datapad and calls up another file, this one holds a single holo. In it Rumble is sitting comfortably in a chair as a tall woman with skin the colour of good milk chocolate stands at his shoulder with her arms crossed over her chest. At his feet sit two tiny Soundwave clones only about four foot tall, the male identical in colouring to his grandfather and the little femme in red and gold. Said little femme is also hugging a roll of toilet paper*
Bluestreak: D'aww!
Hot Rod: *D'awwing as well*
Rodimus: *chuckles* Can you see the chiproach that got in there? Oriana 2 gave it that paint job.
Hot Rod: ... Oh Primus. Don't let our Wheeljack see that, or he'll be bugging you for specs...
Bluestreak: *giggles at that*
Rodimus: *incredulous snerk* He's into little chatty bugs?
Hot Rod: He's built Ratchet five drones, and apparently hasn't had a chance to turn the toy robot dog the Chief got her into another drone...
Rodimus: *laughing at that* All ours ever built was Keepsake.
Bluestreak: *headtilt* Keepsake?
Rodimus: His daughter. One of the first CR tank sparklets. *puts his drink to his mouth as he mutters something about a spazz*
Hot Rod: *Soft snerk*
Rodimus: *orders another drink, and then looks in Hot Rod's tankard to see if he needs a refill*
Hot Rod: *is about halfway through his tankard*
Rodimus: ...I don't remember drinking like a girl back before I got the Matrix.
Bluestreak: *Blink blink, looks at her own drink, which is almost gone*
Hot Rod: *SNERK*
Rodimus: *peers into Bluestreak's glass and then grins at her* I suppose you want another one?
Bluestreak: *Slight blush, nods* If it's not too much trouble...
Rodimus: No, no trouble. You want the same thing, or something different?
Bluestreak: Something different'd be nice...
Archiva: *goes past with a big cube of singer trilling softly on her tray*
Bluestreak: *Attention going there and lingering for a few moments, her expression curious*
Rodimus: *grins and orders her a mid grade singer*
Nemesis: *snerks and sets to work mixing it up*
Rodimus: *drinks from his new drink, and then looks over at the other end of the bar, where a burly green bot about his height is mixing something up that's giving off bangs with every new addition* Somebody's having a Chromia.
Hot Rod: ... Oh good gravy... There's a drink named after her? *Seems amused by this, and a bit leery of the drink at the same time*
Rodimus: You think Ironhide'd name his crowning achievement after anybody else?
Hot Rod: Good point.... *chuckles*
Bluestreak: ... We'd better not let Jazz know about that... He'll try and recreate it in alcohol form...
Nemesis: *give Bluestreak her drink, and then glances toward the door as someone comes stomping in. The stomper is so small that most people probably won't notice him*
Rodimus: The Jazz I know has a whole list of drinks you set on fire. *drinks, ignoring the stomper, even though he noticed him. He's actually been watching for him, to tell the truth*
Hot Rod: ... Prowl'd kick Jazz's skidplate right out the door if he tried to make anything like that....
Bluestreak: *attention going to the door as well after she thanks Nemesis*
Rodimus: Really? Why?
Hot Rod: Well, for one, it's Prowl. He's a bit of a stickler for obeying rules, especially ones that keep him housed... and for another, Jazz's girlfriend might freak out and have a panic attack or something.... Plus, it's bad enough that Jazz makes fatties on Skyfire's George Foreman grill...
Rodimus: *blinks and pays attention* Panic attack?
Hot Rod: *one-shoulder shrug* That's the closest I can think of to describe it... She's not the same femme she was before the same sickos who offed Rumble got ahold of her... *Quietly* Then again, neither is Sharpshot...
Rodimus: Who's Jazz with in your reality? And who's Sharpshot? *ignoring the stomper now*
Hot Rod: Gal named Ironfist... Sharpshot was one of Kup's squad members... Sorta like his daughter...
Rodimus: *optics darken* Was?
Hot Rod: *Quietly* Kup went to the Well shortly after we rescued him... Sharpshot's still alive, but now she's got major issues...
Rodimus: Did yours tell you he had to go answer a voice he hadn't heard since before the first Great War?
Hot Rod: ... *Grip on his tankard tightens*
Bluestreak: *lips pressed thin*
Rodimus: *quietly* Still think it was a cop out. The old fragger just didn't want to baby sit anymore. *careless words to cover mourning that's still in progress*
Hot Rod: *soft chuckle* Yeah... That sounds like what ours'd do... If he had been able to stay around long enough to meet some of the kids... They would've driven him batty... and he would've loved every minute of it, when he wasn't cussing about it.
Rodimus: *slight grin* Oriana 2 and Spike loved him. Chance never got to meet him.
Hot Rod: Sarah and her siblings would've loved him... Desinex didn't want him to go...
Rodimus: *chuckles, but then blinks* Well... I guess he can still babysit Spike. *drinks deeply, not turning his head to look at the green chopper that just blasted into the air by the bar*
chopper: RODIMUS YOU FRELLING SLAGGER, THAT WASN'T FRAGGING FUNNY! *covered with lines of gooey grey glue*
Rodimus: *drinks* I'm laughing.
Hot Rod: *Just had some of his drink come out his nose*
Bluestreak: *Eeks and nearly takes a topple off of Hot Rod's lap*
Springer: *transforms with difficulty and lands on his aft on the bar, still cussing*
Rodimus: *smirrrrk*
Hot Rod: *coughing and trying to clear his intakes of his drink. Is laughing*
Bluestreak: *Fussing over him now*
Springer: Frag slagging duct tape up your... ACK!
Nemesis: *just picked him up and stuck him in a big cube of blue energon*
Rodimus: *cracks up and points and laughs*
Bluestreak: *Squeaks as both she and Hot Rod take a tumble off their chair*
Rodimus: *can't help himself. Laughs at that too*
Hot Rod: *Laughing as well and having to wipe at his optics*
Bluestreak: *Gonna go and sit in a different chair now, kthx*
Springer: *surfaces and gives a happy hiccup*
Rodimus: *pounding the table now*
Hot Rod: *howling with laughter*
Nemesis: *takes Springer out of the cube and dries him off, then sits him at the table with a tankard of his favorite mix*
Springer: *grinning from ear to ear* I love you guys.
Rodimus: *keels over*
Bluestreak: *Slight twitch, glances at her mate* o.O;;
Hot Rod: *laughing and holding his stomach now*
Rodimus: *finally wipes his eyes and straightens in his chair, then orders a fresh round for everyone* Anyway. This is my evil sidekick, Igor.
Springer: *blinking* I thought I was your evil sidekick.
Hot Rod: *cracking up begins anew*
Bluestreak: *'accidentally' boots her mate in the head*
Hot Rod: *Laughing too hard to care about that*
Rodimus: Spouse brutality. *laughs more, and then has a long pull at his drink*
Bluestreak: Oh no. If I wanted to be brutal, I'd duct tape him so he couldn't move, tie him up, dangle him from the rafters in the gym, and tell the creche he's a pinata. *Sweet smile*
Springer: ...You mean like Roddy did to me?
Rodimus: *gone again*
Hot Rod: *finally starting to calm down enough to scrabble back up to his chair, or he was till Springer said that*
Bluestreak: *blink blink* ... *face.palm* You're not the only one that's had that done to them by Hot Rod... only it wasn't a creche, and it wasn't rafters in a gym...
Rodimus: *still laughing* I... I said you were an Earth ball! And... that's what you get for falling asleep on the job!
Hot Rod: *Cackling now*
Bluestreak: ... *To Springer* Well, at least it was a fellow Autobot, and not a Decepticon... and it wasn't the Twins who got to wallop on you...
Springer: This time. *drinks, though he's still got that happy drunken grin on his face*
Rodimus: ...Wonder if that would cheer Swiper up.
Springer: No!
Hot Rod: *scrabbling back up to his chair, cycling air to try and cool down*
Springer: Besides, she'd rather stand up on Optimus' statue and yell she's queen of the world.
Rodimus: *musing* I don't think Road Queen's forgiven her for waking her up that time yet.
Bluestreak: *Blink blink*
Springer: That's the risks you take when you pass out in the Memorial park.
Rodimus: That reminds me. Are you drunk enough to tell me how you tied yourself to Prima's statue that time?
Springer: No. *drinks more*
Hot Rod: ... Okay, there's a story to be told. Next round's on me. *getting credits out*
Springer: I'm not telling it! *grabs a handful of energon pellets from the bowl Nemesis just set on the table*
Hot Rod: Awww, c'mon! I'm even buying the next round!
Springer: *stubborn head shake*
Rodimus: He was sparklet sitting my middle son, back when Spike was on this side of the veil. And we found him tied to the statue of Optimus in Memorial Park. Spike always swore he'd done it himself.
Springer: *busy chugging. No comment!*
Hot Rod: *Snerks*
Bluestreak: ... That sounds like something that'd happen to Alice.
Rodimus: Who's Alice? *optics a little bright. Laughter and drink are getting him a bit*
Hot Rod: Arcee. Her alias when she's in alt-mode is Alice Tringham... We're probably gonna hafta help our Springer figure out a good human name for himself when they wake up...
Rodimus: Your Arcee would fall for something like that? *disbelief*
Springer: Steve. *snerk. Hiccup*
Bluestreak: They were wordmates before we had to leave Cybertron...
Hot Rod: *Snerks* Yeah, but last name's gonna be the hard part...
Rodimus: What's wrong with hers?
Springer: Hey, Roddy, do you remember what we did to Cyclonus that time?
Hot Rod: Human males don't normally take on their femme's last names....
Springer: Since when?
Rodimus: *kicks him* These guys are still 22 century.
Hot Rod: Yeah... And what's this about doing stuff to Cyclonus? *No, he has no clue who that is*
Rodimus: Huh? Oh. Neither of us remember that. We were charged out of our processors. All I know is we're supposed to have gone and ripped all the wire out of Unicron's head, and then the next morning somebody found the Decepticon CO2 tied to a pillar with it.
Springer: ...All of it.
Rodimus: *mournfully* And nobody even got a picture.
Bluestreak: *to her mate* Ratchet'd find a way to get even if you did that to someone.
Hot Rod: Awww.
Springer: 0.o Your Ratchet gets even? Is he one of those ones that cusses like Panacea?
Rodimus: *snerk*
Hot Rod: *also snerks* Naw... She just sics Moofy on ya, or Lyra...
Springer: *apprehensive* Are they Furbys? Wait... she??
Bluestreak: *headshake* No, but I bet she and Wheeljack'd make a drone that was a Furby if someone gave them one.... And yeah, our Ratchet's a femme.
Springer: *shudders and knocks back the rest of his drink*
Nemesis: *refills it. Springer's funny when he's drunk*
Rodimus: *optics dancing as he says something in Furbish*
Hot Rod: *Watching Springer for his reaction*
Springer: *drink drink drink*
Bluestreak: *giving her mate a Look*
Hot Rod: *Sweet, innocent grin for Bluestreak*
Rodimus: *happily says something else, and then sits back and frowns thoughtfully* There was that time we were trying to share drinks with Ironhide on the North American New Year....
Hot Rod: Waitwhattnow? *Blink blink*
Rodimus: Ironhide was still just a freespark then, so he couldn't drink. *orders another round for his friends, though he's still working on his own drink himself* So we were letting him sit in our shells as we drank the New Years.
Springer: *reminiscing grin* All of them.
Hot Rod: *finishes his tankard quickly* Heh... sounds like fun...
Bluestreak: *slight frown* That's a lot of New Years...
Rodimus: We didn't want to be disrespectful by ignoring anyone's. *lazy grin*
Hot Rod: *chuckles* We should do that sometime... Javan's kit beer would be good for that...
Bluestreak: *makes a face* With how strong that was the last batch was, you'd be drunk off your rocker before you'd get halfway through the list!
Springer: You guys can drink organic beer? *blinking owlishly*
Hot Rod: *nod* We can also eat organic fuel... Percy came up with the mods that let us... If we didn't have 'em, most'a us would be dead of starvation...
Bluestreak: *slight shudder* Jazz will eat anything you tell him is meat, pretty much...
Rodimus: *frowning now*
Springer: *orders something from Nemesis and then sits it in front of Hot Rod* Prove it.
Rodimus: ...Springer, that's Newfie Screech. We can get overcharged on that stuff.
Springer: *ornery face* Prove it.
Hot Rod: *Cheery grin, before he's reaching to have a drink of what was ordered*
Rodimus: I wouldn't do that if I were you....
Springer: *sniggering*
Hot Rod: Hey, he asked me to prove it.
Bluestreak: *to Springer* If he winds up in stasis, I'm kicking your skidplate.
Springer: :D
Rodimus: *realizes just how overcharged his bond brother is and facepalms*
Hot Rod: *downs the shot. For a few seconds, he seems fine, but then he's coughing and sputtering* [What the $#@$&$#@ was that?!?!?!]
Bluestreak: ... *Facepalming*
Nemesis: Rum.
Galvatron: *makes her move! Slips inside Hot Rod's shell to see if she can't steal a little of the overcharged feeling*
Hot Rod: *Startled yelp! FLAIL, topples his chair over backwards*
Rodimus: 0.o *face. Palm* Galvatron, knock it off.
Springer: *point and laugh*
Bluestreak: *attention on mate now, and fussing!*
gShowtime: *Watching from near the end of the bar, whispers something to the little green femme that's with her before fading out of sight*
Mira: Aunty Galvy!!!! *Gonna pounce on Hot Rod and see if she can snuggle the older femme through Hot Rod's shell*
Galvatron: ACK! *suddenly on the other side of the table and visible*
Rodimus: o.0 *LAUGH!*
Hot Rod: *more yelping*
Mira: *gonna try again!*
gShowtime: *can't stay visible, is laughing too hard*
Galvatron: *FLEES! Right back to where she's supposed to be so she can hide behind Cyclonus*
Rodimus: *pounding the table and howling*
gShowtime: Ack! *just fell through the bar*
Mira: *pouts* Aww, no fair... *blink blink when she realizes Aunt-Mama's gone*
Rodimus: *intakes deeply to cool off, then holds out an arm toward the little free spark* C'mere.
Mira: *pounces Rodimus then*
Rodimus: *meeps and chuckles, feeling a little bit overcharged, but warm and welcoming* Hi. Are you a friend of Spike's?
gShowtime: *hoves into sight again, is having difficulty staying solid* Sorry about that, Mira...
Springer: *still trying to figure out just what happened here*
Mira: *nodnod, snuggles Rodimus* -Yup. Spike's nice, 'n so is Uncle Ratchet 'n Aunty Oppy, 'n Cloudtrader 'n everyone else!- *happy free spark is happy!*
Bluestreak: *helping her mate up, and trying not to rub at her arms at the static she's feeling*
Rodimus: *bittersweet sadness as he thinks of the son he got to know for such a short time* Who's Cloudtrader?
Springer: *blink blink blink. Facetable* Zzzzzzzz........
Mira: -Cloudtrader's Starscream's innocence. He's nice and funny and good to snuggle against.- *nodnod*
gShowtime: *chuckles a bit and reaches to poke Springer*
Rodimus: *notices the Springer pokage* Stick a fork in him. He's done. I wonder if I have any duct tape left.
gShowtime: *chuckles* I would, if I had a fork...
Mira: *Giggle*
Rodimus: Nah, good thing you don't. 'Cee's kinda picky about how shiny he is. *chuckle*
gShowtime: *more chuckles*
Rodimus: *grins and looks over at his young alt* How is he?
Hot Rod: *snuggling Bluestreak, will get back to you later* 83
Bluestreak: *trying to get Hot Rod to sit on the chair again*
TFA-styled Showtime: *clearing a table nearby, or she was till she was latched onto* Hello, Oppy. *Happy doorwing perk is a go* Where is your Mama?
Rodimus: *to Bluestreak* I think you're going to have to bring him home and put him to bed. Preferably without your local Prime seeing the... state... he's in.
Bluestreak: *nods* We've got a PINpoint and it's set to our quarters, so I'm not too worried about that... *attention going to the TFA-style Showtime, blink blink*
Oppy: *gonna try leading this version of Mama over to the table*
Rodimus: *follows her glance*
sgShowtime: *crouching to talk to Oppy and let him know that she would like to sit and chat, but for now, she's got to work. Her blindfold is firmly in place, so it's not quite apparent at first glance how she knows how tall the young free spark is*
Mira: *Clicking and telling Oppy that he needs to come up and snuggle with Rodimus too!*
Oppy: *Trying again to lead sgShowtime over to the bar*
Rodimus: *soft whistle to try and catch the little one's attention*
Oppy: *looks, before he's moving to climb up to the table*
sgShowtime: *chuckles, giving Rodimus a friendly smile before she gets back to work*
Rodimus: *grins and reaches a hand toward the little guy, who is around his own size*
Oppy: *pounce, lovebombs Mira, might accidentally lovebomb Rodimus too*
Rodimus: >_o Wow, so much for going home mostly sober.
gShowtime: *more chuckling* Would you rather Galvatron try and steal your drunk?
Rodimus: *rotten snerk* I know how to handle Galvatron.
gShowtime: So do I... *dirty rotten grin* Though if you would like, I could try and steal your drunk... *She's kidding, maybe*
Rodimus: Sorry, the only lady I let sit that close to me is my mate. *wink*
gShowtime: *laughs* Yes, I know...
Bluestreak: *Getting some more credits out to help pay for the drinks, since her Hot Rod did say he would buy a round*
Rodimus: *notices that* Don't worry about it, Blue. Just bring him home.
Bluestreak: But he said he'd pay for a round, and it wouldn't be fair for us to not chip in...
Rodimus: *quietly but firmly* It wouldn't be fair for me to let you pay.
Bluestreak: *slight frown as she works this over in her head*
Rodimus: *gently* I heard what you guys said about your reality.
Bluestreak: *small nod* *Quietly* Thank you, sir.
Rodimus: *quietly* Just doing my job. *flinch and yelp softly as a wee ghostie pokes him in a ticklish spot*
Mira: *Apologetic, snuggles*
Rodimus: *grins slightly* It's okay. I'm a dad, so I'm used to it. *looks back to Bluestreak*
Bluestreak: *Getting Hot Rod situated so she can PINpoint him home*
Rodimus: Be careful, alright?
Bluestreak: *nods* We will, sir... Thank you again.
Springer: *snerks in his sleep*
gShowtime: *pokes him in the side*
Rodimus: *gives his brother his *bored out of my mind mouth slightly open' look* I guess I better bring him home too.
Oppy: -Aww... You've gotta go?-
Rodimus: *snuggles the little guy as best he can* If I don't take care of him Nemesis might use him for a stir stick.
Oppy: -...But he looked like he enjoyed that...-
Mira: *Gigglefit*
gShowtime: *Snerks*
Rodimus: *slight smirk* I still need to bring him home to his mate.
Oppy: -Okies...- *Will pounce on Mama now, as will Mira*
Rodimus: *grins as he feels and sees the little free sparks go, then looks at their caretaker* Tell Ratchet, Spike, and Optimus hi for me, huh?
gShowtime: *nods* I will. Stay out of trouble, alright?
Rodimus: I don't get in trouble. *stands and offers Nemesis his credit chit* That's what Igor's for.
Springer: *mumble* Springer.
Nemesis: It's on me. *walks off*
Rodimus: *blink blink* Alrighty, then. *puts chit away*
gShowtime: *Chuckles and takes her charges home*
Rodimus: *shrugs and grins slightly, then walks around the table to get Springer and bring him home. Hopes Arcee's in a forgiving mood*
((Co-written with random_xtras))