mbv, NEST HQ, Returning to Normalcy part 2
Continued from Here.
Elsewhere...
Theo: *looking at Reggie like he's grown another head* So lemme get this straight... You wanna try and convince that one gal Skywarp's friends with to ditch her Autobot boyfriend?
Reggie: What? It's not like he beat her in battle or anything...
Rachel: *wanders past them in search of chocolate, mint, and caffeine*
Theo: ... Okay, you have a point there...
Irene: It's not cheese.
Rachel: Um... no. That's custard.
Mirage: *startled yelp as Destiny pounces on him*
Theo: ... *Snerks* Unlike that guy.
Irene: ...Cheese!
Rachel: Mmmm, chocolate.
Reggie: *Snickering at Mirage's bad luck, before he remembers the conversation he and Theo were having* I wonder what it'd take to convince that human to dump her Autobot...
Rachel: Waitwhut? *head turns away from her chocolate*
Reggie: Skywarp's friend. The one who's dating an Autobot.
Rachel: *frowns* Why do you want her to dump Tracks? *wonders if they've heard of the time Tracks pwned Screamer*
Reggie: Because. *No, he's not the one who has the most smarts out of the pair of Theo and himself, why do you ask?*
Rachel: *that quiet, unthreatening, but deadly effective Look snaps into play* Because what?
Reggie: *slight hesitation upon seeing the Look* She's a strong warrior... She'd be a Seeker for sure if she was one of us... *And there's that Seeker Pride again...*
Theo: *Facepalming*
Rachel: She's also taken.
Reggie: *Small frown*
Theo: *From behind his hand* So trying to steal someone's girl is a bad thing?
Rachel: Yup.
Reggie: ... Well, slag.
Rachel: Look at it this way, sport. Denver would probably kick your aft for trying.
Irene: *big grin* Cheeese.
Reggie: *Shares a look with Theo* It'd be worth it.
Rachel: No.
Irene: *cracks knuckles*
Reggie: Urk. *eyes wide now*
Rachel: Denver is happy. Besides. Didn't you hear what Tracks did to Starscream that time?
Theo: ... *blank look*
Irene: He kicked his aft. *smirk*
Rachel: Yeah, he did. In the air.
Reggie: .... *clear disbelief on his face*
Skylar: *pauses on his way to go get something* ... Did you have to tell them that?
Rachel: They're plotting to break Denver and Tracks up.
Skylar: ... *comes over and smacks them both on the back of the head*
Reggie: *Yelps!*
Theo: *Cuss!!!*
Rachel: I tried to explain that you don't go mate hunting here.
Irene: Notcheese for brains.
Rachel: 0_0 *snerk*
Skylar: *telling the pair off in Seeker, nods to Rachel and Irene, before giving Reggie a good swift kick to the butt*
Theo: *Booking it away from the area*
Sunshine: *steps around the corner and then flinches as he runs into her. Takes one step back and looks at him with concern* Are you alvright?
Irene: *cackling over by Rachel and Skylar*
Theo: *nodnodnod, scoots away*
Reggie: *Getting a dressing down in Seeker, because he admitted it was his idea to try and break Denver and Tracks up*
Skylar: *winding down, finishes by calling Reggie an idiot in English, then sends him to find Major McHale for duties*
Reggie: *goes*
Rachel: Do you think they understand? Or are they going to be plotting the next time a femme catches their eye?
Skylar: Oh, they understood that I'll kick their skidplates from here to the moon and back if they try that again.
Rachel: With any femme?
Skylar: With any of the femmes here... Who knows if there'll be any more single femmes arriving?
Rachel: We still have got single femmes. It's not like they have to steal a spoken for one.
Sidewinder: *pushes past them and out of the cafeteria, her face impassive with thwarted pride*
Beamrider: *will go back to sleep now*
Skylar: Yeah... but it's a 'Con thing that if you see a mech or femme that you find desireable, as long as they don't have a sparkmate, they're fair game...
Rachel: *watches Sidewinder, looks over to where Beamrider's sitting, then turns back to Skylar* I know. That's why TC thought he wasn't going to see Stormsong again.
Irene: *also watching Sidewinder. Says a rude name under her breath*
Skylar: And most of our single femmes aren't the sort who like Seekers... *attention following after Sidewinder for a moment* *quieter* Or they think certain mechs are below them...
Rachel: *shakes head slightly and sighs, then acks as Irene tries to take her chocolate*
Skylar: *Snerks*
Rachel: Speaking of Coneheads, Red needs you to cover for him on his shift in the motor pool.
Skylar: Orly?
Rachel: Yeah, Misty and Dirge word bonded this morning. And then Misty had more energon pasgetti that was good for a system that hasn't had much energon and Red got stressed trying to referree them before she fell asleep.
Skylar: Ah-hah. *small nod*
Rachel: *puts her hair back behind her ear and elbows Irene* How's Melissa coping with getting ready for the move?
Skylar: I think she's looking forward to returning to the attic... *soft chuckle*
Rachel: *expression softens* I don't blame her.
Skylar: *small nod, reaches to gently patpat Rachel's arm*
Rachel: *gives him a slight smile* Never really had time to bond with the new house before we left it.
Skylar: *soft chuckle* I know what you mean...
Rachel: You won't have TC in there now.
Skylar: *snerk* Yeah... Wonder where he and Storm'll be living?
Rachel: I don't know. I know I heard Sky talking about moving to the new base.
Skylar: *small nod* With the kids, I can see why...
Rachel: Kids nothing, look at her mate and his twin. *chuckle*
Skylar: *Laughs*
Rachel: And she's asked Destiny if she's coming to live with them again.
Skylar: *chuckles* With how protective she is of Sean, I'd be surprised if Destiny said no.
Rachel: *sigh* Yeah. *slightly rueful grin as she pushes away the urge to assert her claim*
Skylar: *more patpat* At least Sora's sticking around...
Rachel: *chuckle* Yeah. *eats chocolate and eyes the dark stains on her fingers*
Irene: Gotta save Red. *clicks her tongue*
Skylar: ... oh yeah... *nods and heads for the motor pool*
Rachel: See you, Skylar. And go easy on them, okay?
Skylar: *absent hand wave to show he heard you, Rachel*
Rachel: Irene, where's Javan?
Irene: *stops short, and then bolts, laughing her butt off*
Rachel: >_> //Javan?//
Javan: *mix of amused and not-so-amused grumblings over comms*
Rachel: //Do you need rescuing?//
Javan: //'N some'un t' get Petra t' stop laughin'.//
Rachel: *can't help it. She laughs*
Quiet side room of the med ward
Springer: *lifts his head foggily and frowns* Live long... and prosper?
Arcee: *soft sound, stretches out a bit*
Springer: I have been... and always will be... your friend. *lays head back and blinks at the ceiling* ...The slag?
Arcee: *snuggles closer, murmurs something in Klingon* *Congrats, Springer. Your sparkmate's a Trekker*
Springer: o.0
Arcee: *drifting back into a deeper recharge cycle*
Springer: .... *meeps softly, then* KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN! *said that over comms too*
Arcee: *Startles awake*
Javan: //The pit, mech?!//
Springer: *blink blink blink* //Jazz? I... weird pictures in my head....//
Dr. House: *has yanked the door open and is looking inside, his eyes wide with surprise*
Javan: //You 'n 'Cee bonded, remember?//
Springer: //.... No. But I can feel her. *small sound of discomfort* Why do I hurt so bad?//
Arcee: *trying to be comforting, has to lay back down as her tank protests just a bit* Ugh.....
Springer: *urk sound*
Dr. House: *talking to Rachel over private channel, his finger in his ear*
Javan: //Talk t' Ratchet 'bout that....//
Arcee: *Cycling air and fighting nausea*
Springer: *shivering and feeling second hand sick* //Where am I? Where are you? I'm supposed to be on the Axalon.//
Javan: //You're in the med ward, 'n I'm tryin' t' get myself sorted out... We're on Earth, 'n NEST is helpin' us out.//
Springer: //I... I....// *inadvertently shares urking sounds with everyone whose radio is on*
Dr. House: *comforting murmurs as he holds the bucket*
Arcee: *Whimpering*
Javan: *would be wincing if he were there* //Jes' cyle air... Everything's gonna be okay.//
Springer: *lays back, murmuring weak apologies to his mate and to anyone else who's listening. Winces as he hears one of the Seeker twins laughing massively at his brother for doing a sympathy urk*
Wayne: *is the twin doing the laughing, since it was Quinn who sympathy urked*
Dr. House: Easy. Just do like Jav... Jazz says. You and Arcee are going to be alright.
Javan: //It's okay... Happens t' the best'a us... Jes' relax 'n let the medics take care'a ya.//
Rachel: //Merlin, are you up to some medical work? I don't think my tank will be too good around there right now.// *sounds regretful*
Arcee: B-bucket... *Guess who just lost the fight against wanting to urk as well?*
Merlin: //I am, Rachel. Where am I needed?//
Dr. House: *bucket!* //The med ward. Did you hear Springer just now?//
Rachel: *groan* //Thanks, James.//
Arcee: *urking into the bucket and shaking slightly as she empties her tank*
Merlin: //I shall be there shortly.//
Springer: *cold, hurting, and utterly miserable. But it's sinking in that he's bonded. He kept his promise. ...But he can't remember why he shouldn't have kept that promise* *blinks then. Quietly* Why'm I brown?
Arcee: Huh? *blink blink, frowns a bit as she studies her mate* Heeeey....
Merlin: *Arriving in the med ward*
Dr. House: *gets rid of the bucket contents into the toxic waste bin, then returns with a clean bucket after letting Merlin know where they are* Do you guys want a blanket? I can heat it in the microwave.
Springer: *optics shuttered and circulating slowly and deeply as he holds onto Arcee's hand*
Arcee: *small nod as she moves to lay her head on Springer's chest and shutter her optics*
Merlin: *moving quietly, will announce his presence with a very soft tap on the doorframe*
Springer: *flinches a bit at the sound, then lifts his head a bit. And gives the red-haired alien a quizzical look*
Dr. House: *slips past Merlin on his way to get a big warm blanket*
Arcee: *unshuttering an optic to see who's there, relaxes when she realizes it's just Merlin, settles back into a light doze*
Merlin: *quietly, so he doesn't disturb Arcee* Hello, Springer. *gives a small smile*
Springer: *optics searching Merlin's face* ...Do I know you?
Merlin: *small nod, then he's transforming* Though to be honest, the last time we spoke with one another was shortly before the Axalon departed Cybertron...
Springer: *thinks the red mech is familiar, but he's darned if he can place him*
Arcee: *is awake enough to supply the memory, which is of Perceptor installing the mod that would allow organic fuel to be consumed if the need arose*
Springer: *looks at the memory* *frowns and dredges at his scrambled files* ...You're the guy Brawn used to laugh at?
Perceptor: *soft chuckle, nods* Indeed, I am...
Springer: *shutters optics for a moment as Dr. House returns and spreads the warmed woolen blanket over he and Arcee. Feels about ready to cry with relief at the comfort*
Arcee: *Snuggles close, all but radiating contentment*
Dr. House: *looks at Perceptor to see if he wants to take over*
Springer: Both ships got to the same place.
Perceptor: *quietly* More or less, yes...
Springer: ...More or less? *confused frown as he tightens his grip on his mate's hand*
Perceptor: *soft sigh* There is much that needs to be explained... But it must wait for another time...
Arcee: *quietly cycling air. She just ran a self-diagnostic, and found out why she felt so urky earlier*
Springer: *and now he's forgotten about the ships as his face twists into a gobsmacked expression*
Perceptor: *Quietly* And that is why most of what needs to be explained must wait. *a bit louder* Your daughter is healthy and strong, but it will be a few weeks before she is ready to come out, at the very least.
Springer: *softly* Awww man, a girl? *slight smile*
Arcee: *Gives him a slight shove, snuggles*
Perceptor: *A bit dryly* With our luck, she'll be just like Arcee.
Springer: That's what I'm afraid of. *he's also nearly asleep again, soothed by Arcee's contentment and the warmth of the blanket*
Perceptor: Would you like me to bring some energon-based fuel for when you awaken next?
Springer: *urk feelings and expression*
Perceptor: *small nod* Alright... Do try and get some more rest...
Dr. House: *back with energon cake*
Arcee: *mild curiosity about what she's smelling, but is more sleepy than hungry right now*
Springer: *out of it, his systems working slowly and steadily as they recover from the shock of being separated from Arcee and the stress of his awakening*
Perceptor: *Quietly, to Dr. House* I'll go grab one of the tray tables...
Dr. House: Okay. Should one of us stick close? I don't have any nursery monitors anymore. Fluffy got hold of my last one yesterday.
Perceptor: I shall stay close. I do not currently have any other duties at the moment.
Dr. House: Okay. *concerned look to Springer*
Perceptor: *goes to get a tray table, also nabs a chair while he's thinking of it*
Dr. House: *set the plate with the cake over on the counter by the sink and is now running Rachel's scanner over the couple and studying the readout*
Perceptor: *more to himself than to Dr. House* Perhaps it would be best to paint him his proper coloration....
Dr. House: *looks up quizzically*
Perceptor: *blinks and then nods towards Springer* His original coloration was green and yellow, if I am recalling the data correctly...
Dr. House: *slight frown* Don't the protoforms usually take on a colour that suits their wearer's personality?
Perceptor: *nods* In most cases, yes... but that is almost always due to the spark within knowing about, or remembering, colors...
Dr. House: The sparklets wind up a new colour too.
Perceptor: *nods* They glean the information about colors from their carrier's spark, among other pieces of data...
Dr. House: *curious* So when you used to come from Vector Sigma you started out plain?
Perceptor: *nods* Indeed... You have seen unoccupied protoforms, yes?
Dr. House: *nods* Yeah. True.
Perceptor: *small nod, before he's settling in the chair* Though... It was not always the case, or so I have been told...
Dr. House: *gets the plate and sets it on the tray table* What wasn't the case? The Vector Sigma kids used to come out prepainted?
Perceptor: Sometimes, yes... Though we were never certain as to what was causing that....
Dr. House: *slowly* Rachel says someone used to send those sparks, and made it so there can be new sparks even without Vector Sigma. *quizzical look to see what Perceptor thinks of this*
Perceptor: *Small nod, considering* Given what I have found out since our departure from Cybertron... It likely was Primus or his creator.
Dr. House: His creator?
Perceptor: *nod* The Greatest Creator.
Dr. House: Is he another cybernetic being?
Perceptor: I do not believe so...
Dr. House: *curious. Hasn't talked to Rachel about this* Does he have any other names?
Perceptor: *nods* On this world, he has many names, including the Old English derived 'God'.
Dr. House: Ohhhhhh. *grins* Him.
Perceptor: *another nod, attention going to Springer and Arcee for a moment*
Dr. House: *looks at them too, and then sighs* Well, I have paper work to do. Let me know if something happens, alright?
Perceptor: I shall do so.
Dr. House: *grins and goes back to his desk in the main med ward*
Over open coms
Joe: //Hey, Pandita. I see you have all the most important stuff packed up already.//
Pandita: ... *confused* //What do you mean, Joe? I didn't get very far in packing up...//
Joe: *databursts him an image of Wander laying fast asleep on her back in his big rolling suitcase. The fox box is beside her in the sunbeam from the window*
Pandita: ... *chuckles over comms*
Computron: *looking at him curiously* Did Joe send you a joke?
Pandita: No... My word-mate is using my suitcase as a napping spot.
Kia: *blink blink blink* You must have luggage of unusual capacity.
Pandita: Wanda is sleeping in my big suitcase...
Kia: *nods* Yes, I understood. I was only marvelling at the size of the case. *smile*
Pandita: Oh... *chuckles*
Kia: *looks at their three D diagram of the mirror assembly* Now....
Cafeteria
Wesson: *grins and makes like sneaking over to where Sarah is sitting with the other kids*
Sora: *not watching where she's going, because she's telling her twin off for tackleglomping Mirage*
Wesson: *turns so they'll bump into his back* Hey, watch it there.
Destiny: *Epic SULK. Wants to go and snuggle Mirage some more since he's warm*
Sora: *Startles* Oh! Sorry!
Wesson's hands: *cheeping*
Destiny: ... *blink blink, headtilt*
Sora: ... *raised brow* What is that?
Wesson: *grins* I got somethin' for Sarah 'n Simon. *carefully opens hands to show the two little baby chicks*
Sora: Ooh! *small grin* I think they'll love 'em... *nods towards the sparklet table*
Destiny: *Squeaking quietly at the chicks*
little stripy baby: *looks up curiously*
little black baby with spot on head: *pecking hopefully at Wesson's palm*
Wesson: They just hatched before I got 'em. *grinning at the tiny things*
Sora: Aww... ^_^
Destiny: *more squeaks*
Wesson: *grins as he watches Destiny* I know Steeljaw and Ravage aren't gonna hurt them.
Autumn: *coming over to collect the wayward sparklet, pauses when she sees what Wesson is holding* Baby chickens?
Wesson: Yup. *grin*
Autumn: You going to be raising them?
Wesson: They're for Simon and Sarah.
Autumn: ... *raised brow* Where'd Rachel keep 'em?
Wesson: Right now, in a box. Their other house's in the mail. *grins as the black chick stretches her neck to look around*
Autumn: *considering look* You tell Rachel yet?
Wesson: Before I ever ordered the coop. *grin goes a little smug*
Autumn: *Small nod* Better go show Simon and Sarah their new pets.... *chuckles and moves to guide Destiny back to the table*
Wesson: *goes and sits between the sparklets in question, and then puts a napkin on the table and sets the baby pullets on it*
stripy chick: *cries. perk perk perk! Lost chicky sounds*
Sarah: *Blink blink blink, clicks to the stripy chick, hesitantly reaching to gently touch it*
stripy chick: *waitwhut? More people! Head down and toddles quickly toward Sarah*
Simon: *watching, his eyes enormous*
Sarah: *more clicking and gentle pettings for the stripy chick*
stripy chick: *snuggle*
black chick: *trying to eat paper towel*
Wesson: *grinning* So what do you guys think?
Simon: Little!
Sarah: *nodnod, clicks*
Destiny: *Squeaking at the black chick*
black chick: *bite bite bite napkin!*
Wesson: *sets down a book called 'Everything You Need To Know About Backyard Chickens'* Think you can take good care of them?
Simon: *nods* Me Simon take care of them ants, and him cricket, and them smaller than little fuzzy birds.
Sarah: *nodnod* Me Sarah help!
Wesson: Well one of these is for you, Sarah. And the other one's Simon's. This book will tell you how to take care of 'em, and there's a DVD in the back of it, too.
Sarah: Ooooooo! :D
Simon: Ohhhh! Them need house.
Wesson: Hold on. *gets up and goes out*
Simon: Destiny, look at me Simon's fuzzy bird.
Destiny: *nodnod, squeaks*
Simon: *then frowns* Him Uncle John didn't bring fuzzy bird for you, Destiny.
Destiny: Is okay. *gets out the doll that Wesson gave her and shows it to Simon* Gave friend. ^_^
Simon: *leans down to look at the tiny doll* Him almost smaller than fuzzy birds.
Wesson: *back with a box and a dish of chick feed and a little waterer shaped like a rubber duck*
Sarah: Oooo, is fuzzy bird house! :3
Wesson: *chuckle as he sets it on a chair and puts the feed and waterer in it* They're baby chickens.
Sarah: Ooooh... *Clicks to the stripy chick and moves to very carefully pick it up*
Wesson: *watches how she does that and nods* Yeah, that's good. Put your fingers around her gently and then give her your other hand to stand on.
Sarah: *does so, clicking all the while*
Wesson: *nods, and then grins encouragingly at Simon as he also picks his chick up the right way*
Simon: *waits his turn to put his fuzzy bird into the box*
Goldie: *bangs her hamster ball into Wesson's ankle*
Wesson: *starts and looks down* What the heck?
Sarah: *Clicks to her chick as she gently puts it in the box*
Sora: *chuckles and peeks under the table to look at Goldie* I think she's having fun...
Wesson: *gets banged again and flinches, then chuckles himself* Pickin' on people that ain't her size. Figures.
Simon: *now carefully setting his chick in the food*
black chick: *look around, look down. Peck peck. Ooooooo! Scratch scratch scratch!*
Sarah: *Clickclickclick*
stripy chick: *toddles over to investigate, then sits in the feed and eats. Happy peeps come from the box*
Sarah: *happy clicks* ^^
Wesson: You gonna name 'em?
Sarah: *nodnod*
Simon: Them fuzzy birds are girls?
Wesson: Yup. Both of them are girls.
Sarah: Ooo, them fuzzies are sisters!
Wesson: *laughs* Yeah. They are. They have the same daddy.
Sarah: ... *headtilt, blink blink*
Wesson: *gently* Boy chickens have more than one wife.
Sarah: Oooh.... *attention back on the chicks now, clicking to them*
Wesson: *grinning again* Do you know what yours' name is?
Simon: *brow furrowed in deep thought as he watches his chick eat*
Greg: Stupid!
Sarah: *Razzes Greg*
Naomi: Greg, that vasn't nice. *ears back at him*
Sandra: *Reaches to bap Greg*
Wesson: Hey now. You don't wanna do that. *stern look for Greg* Greg knows I only play basketball with nice guys.
Greg: *eyes widen, and then he's studiously paying attention to the jigsaw puzzle he's working on with Will and Beau*
Will: *quiet clicks, frowning at some of the pieces as he tries to work out where they need to go*
Simon: *looks down as Goldie bangs into his ankle, then perks and looks back at his chick* Her fuzzy bird name is Blackie.
Sarah: Is good name. *nodnod, before she's pointing at her chick* Name is Stripey.
Wesson: Hmmm. *gets the chicken book and finds a picture of a little brown hen with pretty lacing on her neck feathers* This is what she'll look like when she grows up.
Sarah: *headtilt, considering* Speckles.
Wesson: *finding a picture of a little black hen with white specks to show to Simon. Nods and grins to Sarah* Sounds good.
Simon: *also considers* Okay. Her Blackie is Spot.
Wesson: *chuckling at that, and then looking up as he thinks he hears Jack's slippers*
Jack: *whistling and making his way to the cafeteria, is in a good mood*
Wesson: *lifts a hand and calls to him* Hey, Professor Ruteger, they're here.
Ravage: *peeks at Wesson from where she's riding on Jack's shoulder* Mu?
Steeljaw: Mrrrpt? *padding after Jack*
Jack: Oh? *coming over to have a look*
Simon: Daddy! Look at her Spot and her Speckles! *grinning happily*
Jack: *Chuckling* Which one is Spot, and which one is Speckles?
Sarah: Her black-color chickie is Spot!
Simon: *nodding* Her only have one spot now, but when her get big her have lots of spots. Uncle John showed me Simon and her Sarah in book.
Jack: *more chuckling* Well, we'll have room for their house in the backyard at home...
Wesson: *takes out a brochure about the Eglu chicken house and offers it to him*
Jack: *nods as he takes the brochure and begins to read it* Oh, yeah. We'll have room for their house... *to Ravage and Steeljaw* It'll be up to you two to keep Spot and Speckles safe, alright?
Ravage: *tears her gaze away from the fuzzy babies to look at him* M'u?
Steeljaw: *Sends her images of chasing raccoons and foxes, and how much fun that sort of thing is*
Jack: These two little ones won't be able to defend themselves right now... so we need to keep an eye out for things that might want to eat them.
Wesson: Well, it's too cold for 'em to go out yet anyhow. *leans back in his chair so Simon can see past him and look at the brochure*
Ravage: //Unit Ravage will protect.// *and carefully get into the box with them*
Jack: *nods and offers Simon the brochure* Once it warms up, I mean...
Simon: *sees a picture and looks excitedly to Sarah* Them have you, Sarah's favorite colour!
Wesson: *snerks at that*
Sarah: Ooooo!
Goldie: *gets Jack's ankle*
Jack: *chuckles, and then he's looking down* Well, hello there... *amused*
Wesson: She's as bad as some guys I know. *also looking down with a grin*
Simon: What colour house you get for her Spot and her Speckles, Uncle John? Her Sarah like pink.
Sarah: *nodnodnod*
Wesson: *tousles the big sparklet's hair* What colour'd you think I got?
Sarah: *hopefully* Is pink?
Wesson: Yeah. It's pink. *and then he grins as the ribbon on Sarah's bonnet winds up in the box and is tugged on by Spot*
Sarah: *blinks and squeaks in startlement*
Wesson: *reaches to gently take the ribbon out* She was just wondering what that was.
Spot: *watches ribbon, and then snuggles by sister in food dish and makes like going to sleep*
Sora: *chuckles quietly and sends the image she snapped to Wesson's phone*
Wesson: *startles a bit as the phone vibrates. Takes it out, opens it up, and then grins again and shows Sarah*
Sarah: *Blinkblinkblink* Is me Sarah and her Spot! *Giggle*
Wesson: Yup. Think your Mama would like it?
Sarah: *nodnod*
Wesson: *sends it to Rachel's phone, and then puts his away*
Simon: *frowning thoughtfully. Looks at Jack*
Wesson: *notices Simon's look and uses his thumb to jab Jack in the side*
Jack: *Startles, giving Wesson a wide-eyed look*
Wesson: *nods to Simon's look, and then gets up to go grab Jack some coffee*
Jack: *attention going to Simon* ?
Simon: Them fuzzy birds too little to be here? Them just baby pets.
Jack: Well, I think they're safe enough here.
Simon: Okay. *nod nod* Where her Mama?
Jack: Well, the last time I saw her, she was waiting for Uncle Patrick to get back to his desk...
Simon: Her feeling okay?
Jack: *nods, chuckling* Yeah. She used to camp out while waiting for Uncle Patrick even back on Cybertron.
Simon: *grins* Really? Him Uncle Patrick had desk on Cybertron?
Jack: *nods* Yeah... A big one. Uncle Patrick used to work with old books back on Cybertron... Sort of like how he's a librarian now... *chuckling*
Simon: *eyes widen* Them have books on Cybertron?
Greg: *forgets about the puzzle as he senses a possible story coming*
Wesson: *comes back and resumes his seat, offers Jack coffee*
Jack: *thanks Wesson and moves to sit down* Well, they weren't books like what is available here... But they were books... And some of the things in those books were very old stories, even older than Uncle Patrick....
Simon: *frowns* Him Uncle Patrick is old?
Greg: *chortles* Yeah, him Chief is old. Stupid brother.
Jack: *chuckles* Well, Mama and I are older than him.... and so are Uncle Bert, Uncle Russell, Aunt Wanda, and Uncle Pandita...
Greg: *stops chortling and goes wide eyed* No way.
Simon: *eyebrows up with interested surprise*
chicks: *doing happy sleeping song from where they're now snuggled against Ravage in their box*
Sarah: *blinkblinking at Daddy*
Jack: *nods* Yes way. *chuckles* We're sort of the old farts of the group....
Simon: ...Did you Daddy say bad word?
Wesson: *stifles a snerk in his coffee cup*
Jack: *more chuckles as he gets comfortable and begins telling a story about Cybertron as Lisa and a few of the others stationed at the lodge head for the kitchen to get supper started*
Patrick's office
Rachel: *sitting in the chair in front of Patrick's desk, propped at an angle with her back to the wall and her feet up on the desk. Hands folded peacefully as she sleeps*
Patrick: *slipping in quietly, is soooo gonna snap a picture now, Rachel*
Rachel: *doesn't even smirk and comment without opening her eyes. She's really asleep*
Patrick: *quiet chuckle, reaches to gently touch her arm* *softly* Rachel, wake up.
Rachel: *brows draw together in a frown* I really wanted to see the end of that dream.
Patrick: *chuckles* You can go back to sleep after we finish this up... *offers the datapad he went to get for her*
Rachel: *sits up and takes it, then starts reading* *conversationally* I caught Wayne playing 'Boobopolis Arena Battles'.
Patrick: *facepalm*
Rachel: Aaaand then I looked at what Scarlet was playing. *projects a hologram of the Aerialbot's elf character in all her Victoria's Secret lack of glory*
Patrick: I'll have Skylar talk to Wayne... *sighs*
Rachel: At least his game choice is one that's meant as a joke. Scarlett's is one you have to buy.
Patrick: *pinches the bridge of his nose with a groan*
Rachel: And she firmly asserted her right to have her doll wear whatever she chose to put on it.
Patrick: *another sigh* Somehow, I don't feel surprised.
Rachel: Wayne.... *pause and smirk* Will probably be answering to 'Battle Betty' for the next few days. Samuel walked in while I was talking to him.
Patrick: ... I'm not even going to ask.
Rachel: The game he was playing is a spoof where the players play brawny women in metal armor and make said women beat each other up in the arena. It's a total farce.
Patrick: *more facepalm*
Rachel: Oh, and if you catch Seamus or Quinn playing 'Lords of Haltair', leave them be. *drops voice* The game's locally made, and it's fine.
Patrick: ... Locally made?
Rachel: *nods* This doesn't go outside this room.
Patrick: One moment. *moves to close the door*
Rachel: *watches him and then smirks slightly* Sean made the game.
Patrick: ... *soft snort*
Rachel: What?
Patrick: This doesn't leave this room... But Sean's made a comic book as well... *chuckles* And it's safe.
Rachel: *blinks with surprise and then arches an eyebrow* Safe how? And what's it about?
Patrick: It's about giant, transforming robots... And safe as in, none of the robots in the comic look anything like any of us in root mode... They're huge.
Rachel: Like our alternates from other realities.
Patrick: *nods, chuckling even more* The way he portrays Megatron... Well, let's just say it's amusing and leave it at that.
Rachel: *projects a scene of a 'G1' Megatron on an 'It's MINE!' rant, her expression going quizzical*
Patrick: *snickers* Something like that...
Rachel: But comic books are harder to produce and pass out than a game is. How's he doing it?
Patrick: Photocopier... And I kinda have a hand in distribution....
Rachel: *laughs* I always knew you were a geek, Chief.
Patrick: Thrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppppppppppppppppppppppppptttttttttt!!!!!!!!!!!
Rachel: *laughs harder, then wrinkles her nose at him and goes back to the datapad* There it is. I knew I remembered that.
Patrick: *small nod* I still remember Javan giving me a hard time for recording every single thing that happened every day...
Rachel: Do you remember that iridescent jet that didn't show up on the ship's sensors?
Patrick: *nods* Alice was cursing to put Kup to shame....
Rachel: *quietly* I'm pretty sure I saw it the other day.
Patrick: ....
Rachel: But I didn't hear it. Or sense it.
Patrick: ... *pinches the bridge of his nose*
Rachel: *glances around the room* Did Justice sense anything?
Patrick: I'm not sure... *will glance around the room as well*
Rachel: You said he's here pretty often?
Patrick: *nods* If he's in the building, he's with Soli.... Who is with Emilia...
Rachel: *gives him a sober look* So you've really got two sons.
Patrick: *soft chuckle* So it seems...
Rachel: I wonder if there's any way to bring him back. *pings Emilia's com*
Emilia: //Yes?//
Rachel: //How many sparklets do you have with you right now?//
Emilia: //Well, I've got Soli... I thought I felt Justice show up earlier, but now I'm not sure...//
Rachel: //Could you try and find out? I have something I'd like to ask him.//
Emilia: //Okay... //
Rachel: *settles to wait, frowning slightly*
Emilia: *lets out a startled 'Meep!' over comms*
Rachel: *sits bolt upright and speaks both over comms and aloud* //Emi?//
Emilia: *sounds a bit shaken* //I found Justice...//
Rachel: //Are you okay?//
Emilia: //Y-yeah... Just wasn't expecting to walk right into the guy....//
Rachel: //Ohhhhhh.// *looks at Patrick*
Patrick: *looking like he wants to go check on Emilia*
Rachel: Easy, Chief. She says she's okay.
Emilia: //I told Justice that you needed to talk to him, Rachel.//
Justice: *moves around the lady he doesn't know and carefully pats Patrick's arm*
Patrick: *glances in Justice's direction* Rachel's the one with the question...
Justice: *faint and distant as always, though his emotions toward Patrick are warm* -Rachel?-
Patrick: *nods towards Rachel*
Rachel: It's okay, Justice. *looking toward the air where her Commander is looking and speaking* I just want to know if you sensed anyone dead around here lately. *frowns then as she realizes she's picking up a very faint crackle on her circuits*
Justice: -No. I'm the only one. Showtime and her family have been busy.-
Patrick: Showtime? *has heard of the ferryman, but hasn't met her in person yet*
Justice: -She's one of the ferrymen.-
Rachel: That didn't look like any Showtime.
Patrick: *small nod*
Justice: -She can't hear me, sir.-
Patrick: -Oh...- *to Rachel* The Allspark ferryman that has visited this reality before and her family have been too busy to visit lately.... Justice is the only offline being here at the moment.
Rachel: And I can actually pick him up faintly with my sensors. So that jet is something else. *frowning*
Patrick: *frowning* Hmm.....
Rachel: *goes on a hunch* //Starscream, do you know anything about an iridescent dark jet that doesn't register on sensors or audios?//
Skylar: //.... Ohslagmethriceover.//
Rachel: //The fact that you just said that over open comms alarms me.//
Skylar: *Cycling air and trying to calm down so he can explain* //That... particular jet.... her name's Nightwish....//
Rachel: *consults her databanks and frowns* *goes to private channel with only Patrick and Skylar* //I don't have any Nightwish on the roster lists Nightbird brought.//
Skylar: //We all thought she got bored with nothing to do and found a way to off herself.//
Patrick: ... *raised brow*
Rachel: //Er. Explain better. Pretend we don't know the back story.//
Skylar: //Megs commissioned the Quints to make him the perfect Decepticon. Nightwish was the result. Only... she was so perfect that Megs only sent her on missions when Nightbird and her team were unavailable... or he tried to... and got laughed at. Megs didn't take to being laughed at and never sent her out again...//
Rachel: //So why would that make her want to put her spark out? 'Cons are usually pretty good at finding something to do.//
Skylar: //She was made near the beginning of the war... like I said, she was only supposed to go out and cause mayhem whenever Nightbird and her team weren't available... And since Megsy didn't like being laughed at, and Nightbird and her team were usually available for most destructive things, added in with the fact that most 'Cons don't have nearly the level of intelligence Nightwish does...//
Rachel: *winces* //You mean she is as close to perfect as it's possible for a physical bot to be.//
Skylar: //Sure... that works... //
Rachel: //Well what do you say? Skylar, I have no information about her at all, and she just flew over a couple days ago.//
Skylar: //...We're either slagged, or insanely lucky.//
Rachel: *hand to her chest, a protective gesture for the new life growing there* //I want option C.//
Skylar: //.... And what, pray tell, is option C?//
Rachel: //We make it through this too without anyone getting hurt.//
Skylar: //... Option C sounds good to me, too.//
Patrick: *from where he's pinching the bridge of his nose still* //Ditto.//
Justice: *feels unhappy and fiercely protective*
Rachel: *deep breath, and then nearly shoots out of her chair as someone knocks on the office door*
Patrick: *startles, then winces* Oww... bit my tongue...
Rachel: *mutters something about nearly peeing her pants*
Tracks: *calls through the door* Patrick? You said to report as soon as we got back.
Patrick: *moves to open the door*
Dion: *squeaks increase as he sees Patrick. Someone new, OOOO!*
Rachel: *turns, brow lifting* You mean you came as soon as you'd been to the med ward first.
Denver: *small nod, fighting the urge to give Patrick the sweetest smile she can manage since he's boggling at her. Is still in her dress uniform, including the high heels that she hates to wear*
Dion: *Squeaks at Justice as well, HI PERSON!*
Justice: *bit startled at the greeting, but clicks quietly to the sparklet. Only Dion will hear him, since he's not touching anyone*
Tracks: Alright, we saw to something important first. *slight scowl*
Patrick: *Still boggling at Denver, but remembers to let the couple in*
Rachel: *slight, sympathetic look for Denver. She helped her into that uniform this morning*
Denver: *small nod to Rachel, seems a bit uneasy now, and not because of the high heels*
Dion: *Squeaks a bit more, giving Justice his little smile* n_n
Rachel: *frowns* Denver? Is something wrong?
Tracks: *as he gets the other chair for Denver* What are you looking at, Dion?
Denver: *As she moves to sit in the chair* Th're's s'meth'n' givin' me a bit 'f a chill'a sorts...
Dion: *Squeaks and clicks, telling Tracks about the other person in the room with them*
Patrick: *blink blink, lightbulb moment* Oh! Justice is here... He was visiting Soli earlier...
Tracks: *stops short and looks around warily, remembering the last time he'd touched the young free spark* Ah....
Justice: *moves close enough to Patrick to be felt*
Rachel: *remembers to tell Skylar why she and Patrick just vanished*
Skylar: //What're their moods, so I know whether or not to congratulate them?//
Rachel: //Well, Tracks was kind of smug when they first came in. And they stopped to get Dion before they came to report.//
Patrick: *To Tracks* You don't need to worry, Tracks...
Skylar: *chuckles over comms* //So then I can tell 'em congrats... I'll do that when I see 'em next...//
Rachel: //Alright. Hey, will you transcribe everything you know about Nightwish for me?//
Skylar: //Sure thing. Want it in a databurst or on a pad?//
Rachel: //A pad would be great. Or even a chip.//
Skylar: //Gotcha. I'll get started on that. Skylar out.//
Rachel: //Thanks, buddy. Rachel out.// *looks over at Denver and smiles, brows lifting quizzically though there's still concern in her eyes*
Denver: *gives her a small smile and a nod*
Dion: *beeeeg yawn for such a little guy! Is happy though. Mama and Mentor are back, and he got to see new people and a new place*
Rachel: So no trouble at all?
Tracks: Well, he seemed rather surprised to see my face.
Denver: *small nod, gives Dion gentle cuddles* 'N Ah don' th'nk 'e w's 'spectin' me t' be so tall... *chuckles*
Rachel: *laugh*
Patrick: *coughs to hide his snicker*
Rachel: And you got everything all finalized today?
Denver: *nods*
Rachel: *offers her five*
Denver: *Carefully moves Dion so she can return the gesture*
Rachel: *sits back and looks at Tracks*
Tracks: *watching Dion. Is zoned out*
Dion: *would likely be sucking his thumb if he had the strength to, is making happy sparklet purrs as he snuggles against Mama*
Rachel: *glances at Patrick, her expression asking if the couple is dismissed, then turns back to Denver* Was Magnus awake?
Denver: 'E woke up wh'n we came t' git Dion... *soft chuckle* 'N y'u w'ldn't b'lieve who w's snuggled 'gainst 'im....
Rachel: Unless she left I know who's snuggled against him. She came about the same time I did this morning.
Denver: *Raised brow, gently nudges Tracks' foot with her own*
Tracks: *blinks and glances at her* Hmmmm?
Denver: 'Parently, Rain's been snugglin' 'gainst Magnus since th's mornin'...
Tracks: Oh has she? I suppose I'll have to have a little talk with her.
Denver: *one shoulder raises slightly in a small shrug* Magnus di'n't seem t' mahnd 'er bein' th're....
Tracks: Yes, but I have to defend my brother's virtue. *eyes twinkling slightly*
Denver: *snerks*
Rachel: Well at least he still has some.
Patrick: *soft throat clearing sound* Well, if that's all, you're both dismissed...
Tracks: *little sniff, and then moves to pick Denver up so she doesn't have to walk in those barbaric shoes anymore*
Denver: *slight sound of surprise*
Dion: *Sleepy clicks*
Tracks: *looks at her quizzically* You said your feet hurt, darling.
Rachel: *hand over mouth as she tries not to laugh*
Denver: *faint blush coloring her cheeks* Ah c'n kick 'em off, Tracks... *isn't going to say anything about flashing her panties to half the base with the Autobot Prime in the room*
Tracks: Well, if you'd rather do that....
Denver: *quietly, in Spanish* [I'd rather do that than flash my panties to half the base.]
Tracks: *looks quickly at her skirt, and then gently sets her on her feet. Also blushes as he murmurs an apology*
Denver: *patpats his arm, before kicking off her high heels and carefully reaching to get said shoes once they're off her feet*
Tracks: *keeps her from bending and grabs the shoes himself* You have Dion, darling. Don't worry about these.
Denver: *pauses just before moving for the door* Er... Dr. Ruteger?
Rachel: Rachel. What's up?
Denver: C'n we bring Dion t' our room f'r th' nahght?
Rachel: *chuckles* Just make sure things stay as quiet as possible. And pay attention to his spark monitor.
Denver: *nods, visibly relaxing as she leans against Tracks a bit*
Tracks: *had planned on nabbing Magnus too, but his brother looked to be well cared for. And with company he'd probably prefer over Tracks' own rambunctious family* Well, we'd better go get ready for supper. I hate to think what Raoul's gotten into already. *looks at Patrick and nods, then moves to lead Denver from the room*
Denver: *sticking close to Tracks, but even that's not enough to hide the fact that she's limping slightly*
Tracks: *worrying about this visibly as they turn into the hall and go out of sight*
Rachel: *sighs and droops* Alright, since James booted me out of the med ward for the rest of the day I'm going to the gym to sleep. I need a snuggle pile.
Patrick: *nods* Alright. Have a good sleep, Rachel... Justice, if you want to get back to visiting Soli, go ahead.
Justice: -Yes, sir.- *strong feeling of affection, which then fades*
Rachel: *slight smile as she pulls herself to her feet and offers Patrick the datapad*
Patrick: *nods to her as he takes the datapad back*
Rachel: You have a good sleep too, Chief. *meaningful look. She means tonight, Patrick. While it's still TONIGHT*
Patrick: *chuckles and nods*
Rachel: *slightly bigger grin, and then heads out and makes her way to the gym, where she gets a blanket and curls up on the high jump mattress. Is soon asleep*
((Co-written with random_xtras))
Elsewhere...
Theo: *looking at Reggie like he's grown another head* So lemme get this straight... You wanna try and convince that one gal Skywarp's friends with to ditch her Autobot boyfriend?
Reggie: What? It's not like he beat her in battle or anything...
Rachel: *wanders past them in search of chocolate, mint, and caffeine*
Theo: ... Okay, you have a point there...
Irene: It's not cheese.
Rachel: Um... no. That's custard.
Mirage: *startled yelp as Destiny pounces on him*
Theo: ... *Snerks* Unlike that guy.
Irene: ...Cheese!
Rachel: Mmmm, chocolate.
Reggie: *Snickering at Mirage's bad luck, before he remembers the conversation he and Theo were having* I wonder what it'd take to convince that human to dump her Autobot...
Rachel: Waitwhut? *head turns away from her chocolate*
Reggie: Skywarp's friend. The one who's dating an Autobot.
Rachel: *frowns* Why do you want her to dump Tracks? *wonders if they've heard of the time Tracks pwned Screamer*
Reggie: Because. *No, he's not the one who has the most smarts out of the pair of Theo and himself, why do you ask?*
Rachel: *that quiet, unthreatening, but deadly effective Look snaps into play* Because what?
Reggie: *slight hesitation upon seeing the Look* She's a strong warrior... She'd be a Seeker for sure if she was one of us... *And there's that Seeker Pride again...*
Theo: *Facepalming*
Rachel: She's also taken.
Reggie: *Small frown*
Theo: *From behind his hand* So trying to steal someone's girl is a bad thing?
Rachel: Yup.
Reggie: ... Well, slag.
Rachel: Look at it this way, sport. Denver would probably kick your aft for trying.
Irene: *big grin* Cheeese.
Reggie: *Shares a look with Theo* It'd be worth it.
Rachel: No.
Irene: *cracks knuckles*
Reggie: Urk. *eyes wide now*
Rachel: Denver is happy. Besides. Didn't you hear what Tracks did to Starscream that time?
Theo: ... *blank look*
Irene: He kicked his aft. *smirk*
Rachel: Yeah, he did. In the air.
Reggie: .... *clear disbelief on his face*
Skylar: *pauses on his way to go get something* ... Did you have to tell them that?
Rachel: They're plotting to break Denver and Tracks up.
Skylar: ... *comes over and smacks them both on the back of the head*
Reggie: *Yelps!*
Theo: *Cuss!!!*
Rachel: I tried to explain that you don't go mate hunting here.
Irene: Notcheese for brains.
Rachel: 0_0 *snerk*
Skylar: *telling the pair off in Seeker, nods to Rachel and Irene, before giving Reggie a good swift kick to the butt*
Theo: *Booking it away from the area*
Sunshine: *steps around the corner and then flinches as he runs into her. Takes one step back and looks at him with concern* Are you alvright?
Irene: *cackling over by Rachel and Skylar*
Theo: *nodnodnod, scoots away*
Reggie: *Getting a dressing down in Seeker, because he admitted it was his idea to try and break Denver and Tracks up*
Skylar: *winding down, finishes by calling Reggie an idiot in English, then sends him to find Major McHale for duties*
Reggie: *goes*
Rachel: Do you think they understand? Or are they going to be plotting the next time a femme catches their eye?
Skylar: Oh, they understood that I'll kick their skidplates from here to the moon and back if they try that again.
Rachel: With any femme?
Skylar: With any of the femmes here... Who knows if there'll be any more single femmes arriving?
Rachel: We still have got single femmes. It's not like they have to steal a spoken for one.
Sidewinder: *pushes past them and out of the cafeteria, her face impassive with thwarted pride*
Beamrider: *will go back to sleep now*
Skylar: Yeah... but it's a 'Con thing that if you see a mech or femme that you find desireable, as long as they don't have a sparkmate, they're fair game...
Rachel: *watches Sidewinder, looks over to where Beamrider's sitting, then turns back to Skylar* I know. That's why TC thought he wasn't going to see Stormsong again.
Irene: *also watching Sidewinder. Says a rude name under her breath*
Skylar: And most of our single femmes aren't the sort who like Seekers... *attention following after Sidewinder for a moment* *quieter* Or they think certain mechs are below them...
Rachel: *shakes head slightly and sighs, then acks as Irene tries to take her chocolate*
Skylar: *Snerks*
Rachel: Speaking of Coneheads, Red needs you to cover for him on his shift in the motor pool.
Skylar: Orly?
Rachel: Yeah, Misty and Dirge word bonded this morning. And then Misty had more energon pasgetti that was good for a system that hasn't had much energon and Red got stressed trying to referree them before she fell asleep.
Skylar: Ah-hah. *small nod*
Rachel: *puts her hair back behind her ear and elbows Irene* How's Melissa coping with getting ready for the move?
Skylar: I think she's looking forward to returning to the attic... *soft chuckle*
Rachel: *expression softens* I don't blame her.
Skylar: *small nod, reaches to gently patpat Rachel's arm*
Rachel: *gives him a slight smile* Never really had time to bond with the new house before we left it.
Skylar: *soft chuckle* I know what you mean...
Rachel: You won't have TC in there now.
Skylar: *snerk* Yeah... Wonder where he and Storm'll be living?
Rachel: I don't know. I know I heard Sky talking about moving to the new base.
Skylar: *small nod* With the kids, I can see why...
Rachel: Kids nothing, look at her mate and his twin. *chuckle*
Skylar: *Laughs*
Rachel: And she's asked Destiny if she's coming to live with them again.
Skylar: *chuckles* With how protective she is of Sean, I'd be surprised if Destiny said no.
Rachel: *sigh* Yeah. *slightly rueful grin as she pushes away the urge to assert her claim*
Skylar: *more patpat* At least Sora's sticking around...
Rachel: *chuckle* Yeah. *eats chocolate and eyes the dark stains on her fingers*
Irene: Gotta save Red. *clicks her tongue*
Skylar: ... oh yeah... *nods and heads for the motor pool*
Rachel: See you, Skylar. And go easy on them, okay?
Skylar: *absent hand wave to show he heard you, Rachel*
Rachel: Irene, where's Javan?
Irene: *stops short, and then bolts, laughing her butt off*
Rachel: >_> //Javan?//
Javan: *mix of amused and not-so-amused grumblings over comms*
Rachel: //Do you need rescuing?//
Javan: //'N some'un t' get Petra t' stop laughin'.//
Rachel: *can't help it. She laughs*
Quiet side room of the med ward
Springer: *lifts his head foggily and frowns* Live long... and prosper?
Arcee: *soft sound, stretches out a bit*
Springer: I have been... and always will be... your friend. *lays head back and blinks at the ceiling* ...The slag?
Arcee: *snuggles closer, murmurs something in Klingon* *Congrats, Springer. Your sparkmate's a Trekker*
Springer: o.0
Arcee: *drifting back into a deeper recharge cycle*
Springer: .... *meeps softly, then* KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN! *said that over comms too*
Arcee: *Startles awake*
Javan: //The pit, mech?!//
Springer: *blink blink blink* //Jazz? I... weird pictures in my head....//
Dr. House: *has yanked the door open and is looking inside, his eyes wide with surprise*
Javan: //You 'n 'Cee bonded, remember?//
Springer: //.... No. But I can feel her. *small sound of discomfort* Why do I hurt so bad?//
Arcee: *trying to be comforting, has to lay back down as her tank protests just a bit* Ugh.....
Springer: *urk sound*
Dr. House: *talking to Rachel over private channel, his finger in his ear*
Javan: //Talk t' Ratchet 'bout that....//
Arcee: *Cycling air and fighting nausea*
Springer: *shivering and feeling second hand sick* //Where am I? Where are you? I'm supposed to be on the Axalon.//
Javan: //You're in the med ward, 'n I'm tryin' t' get myself sorted out... We're on Earth, 'n NEST is helpin' us out.//
Springer: //I... I....// *inadvertently shares urking sounds with everyone whose radio is on*
Dr. House: *comforting murmurs as he holds the bucket*
Arcee: *Whimpering*
Javan: *would be wincing if he were there* //Jes' cyle air... Everything's gonna be okay.//
Springer: *lays back, murmuring weak apologies to his mate and to anyone else who's listening. Winces as he hears one of the Seeker twins laughing massively at his brother for doing a sympathy urk*
Wayne: *is the twin doing the laughing, since it was Quinn who sympathy urked*
Dr. House: Easy. Just do like Jav... Jazz says. You and Arcee are going to be alright.
Javan: //It's okay... Happens t' the best'a us... Jes' relax 'n let the medics take care'a ya.//
Rachel: //Merlin, are you up to some medical work? I don't think my tank will be too good around there right now.// *sounds regretful*
Arcee: B-bucket... *Guess who just lost the fight against wanting to urk as well?*
Merlin: //I am, Rachel. Where am I needed?//
Dr. House: *bucket!* //The med ward. Did you hear Springer just now?//
Rachel: *groan* //Thanks, James.//
Arcee: *urking into the bucket and shaking slightly as she empties her tank*
Merlin: //I shall be there shortly.//
Springer: *cold, hurting, and utterly miserable. But it's sinking in that he's bonded. He kept his promise. ...But he can't remember why he shouldn't have kept that promise* *blinks then. Quietly* Why'm I brown?
Arcee: Huh? *blink blink, frowns a bit as she studies her mate* Heeeey....
Merlin: *Arriving in the med ward*
Dr. House: *gets rid of the bucket contents into the toxic waste bin, then returns with a clean bucket after letting Merlin know where they are* Do you guys want a blanket? I can heat it in the microwave.
Springer: *optics shuttered and circulating slowly and deeply as he holds onto Arcee's hand*
Arcee: *small nod as she moves to lay her head on Springer's chest and shutter her optics*
Merlin: *moving quietly, will announce his presence with a very soft tap on the doorframe*
Springer: *flinches a bit at the sound, then lifts his head a bit. And gives the red-haired alien a quizzical look*
Dr. House: *slips past Merlin on his way to get a big warm blanket*
Arcee: *unshuttering an optic to see who's there, relaxes when she realizes it's just Merlin, settles back into a light doze*
Merlin: *quietly, so he doesn't disturb Arcee* Hello, Springer. *gives a small smile*
Springer: *optics searching Merlin's face* ...Do I know you?
Merlin: *small nod, then he's transforming* Though to be honest, the last time we spoke with one another was shortly before the Axalon departed Cybertron...
Springer: *thinks the red mech is familiar, but he's darned if he can place him*
Arcee: *is awake enough to supply the memory, which is of Perceptor installing the mod that would allow organic fuel to be consumed if the need arose*
Springer: *looks at the memory* *frowns and dredges at his scrambled files* ...You're the guy Brawn used to laugh at?
Perceptor: *soft chuckle, nods* Indeed, I am...
Springer: *shutters optics for a moment as Dr. House returns and spreads the warmed woolen blanket over he and Arcee. Feels about ready to cry with relief at the comfort*
Arcee: *Snuggles close, all but radiating contentment*
Dr. House: *looks at Perceptor to see if he wants to take over*
Springer: Both ships got to the same place.
Perceptor: *quietly* More or less, yes...
Springer: ...More or less? *confused frown as he tightens his grip on his mate's hand*
Perceptor: *soft sigh* There is much that needs to be explained... But it must wait for another time...
Arcee: *quietly cycling air. She just ran a self-diagnostic, and found out why she felt so urky earlier*
Springer: *and now he's forgotten about the ships as his face twists into a gobsmacked expression*
Perceptor: *Quietly* And that is why most of what needs to be explained must wait. *a bit louder* Your daughter is healthy and strong, but it will be a few weeks before she is ready to come out, at the very least.
Springer: *softly* Awww man, a girl? *slight smile*
Arcee: *Gives him a slight shove, snuggles*
Perceptor: *A bit dryly* With our luck, she'll be just like Arcee.
Springer: That's what I'm afraid of. *he's also nearly asleep again, soothed by Arcee's contentment and the warmth of the blanket*
Perceptor: Would you like me to bring some energon-based fuel for when you awaken next?
Springer: *urk feelings and expression*
Perceptor: *small nod* Alright... Do try and get some more rest...
Dr. House: *back with energon cake*
Arcee: *mild curiosity about what she's smelling, but is more sleepy than hungry right now*
Springer: *out of it, his systems working slowly and steadily as they recover from the shock of being separated from Arcee and the stress of his awakening*
Perceptor: *Quietly, to Dr. House* I'll go grab one of the tray tables...
Dr. House: Okay. Should one of us stick close? I don't have any nursery monitors anymore. Fluffy got hold of my last one yesterday.
Perceptor: I shall stay close. I do not currently have any other duties at the moment.
Dr. House: Okay. *concerned look to Springer*
Perceptor: *goes to get a tray table, also nabs a chair while he's thinking of it*
Dr. House: *set the plate with the cake over on the counter by the sink and is now running Rachel's scanner over the couple and studying the readout*
Perceptor: *more to himself than to Dr. House* Perhaps it would be best to paint him his proper coloration....
Dr. House: *looks up quizzically*
Perceptor: *blinks and then nods towards Springer* His original coloration was green and yellow, if I am recalling the data correctly...
Dr. House: *slight frown* Don't the protoforms usually take on a colour that suits their wearer's personality?
Perceptor: *nods* In most cases, yes... but that is almost always due to the spark within knowing about, or remembering, colors...
Dr. House: The sparklets wind up a new colour too.
Perceptor: *nods* They glean the information about colors from their carrier's spark, among other pieces of data...
Dr. House: *curious* So when you used to come from Vector Sigma you started out plain?
Perceptor: *nods* Indeed... You have seen unoccupied protoforms, yes?
Dr. House: *nods* Yeah. True.
Perceptor: *small nod, before he's settling in the chair* Though... It was not always the case, or so I have been told...
Dr. House: *gets the plate and sets it on the tray table* What wasn't the case? The Vector Sigma kids used to come out prepainted?
Perceptor: Sometimes, yes... Though we were never certain as to what was causing that....
Dr. House: *slowly* Rachel says someone used to send those sparks, and made it so there can be new sparks even without Vector Sigma. *quizzical look to see what Perceptor thinks of this*
Perceptor: *Small nod, considering* Given what I have found out since our departure from Cybertron... It likely was Primus or his creator.
Dr. House: His creator?
Perceptor: *nod* The Greatest Creator.
Dr. House: Is he another cybernetic being?
Perceptor: I do not believe so...
Dr. House: *curious. Hasn't talked to Rachel about this* Does he have any other names?
Perceptor: *nods* On this world, he has many names, including the Old English derived 'God'.
Dr. House: Ohhhhhh. *grins* Him.
Perceptor: *another nod, attention going to Springer and Arcee for a moment*
Dr. House: *looks at them too, and then sighs* Well, I have paper work to do. Let me know if something happens, alright?
Perceptor: I shall do so.
Dr. House: *grins and goes back to his desk in the main med ward*
Over open coms
Joe: //Hey, Pandita. I see you have all the most important stuff packed up already.//
Pandita: ... *confused* //What do you mean, Joe? I didn't get very far in packing up...//
Joe: *databursts him an image of Wander laying fast asleep on her back in his big rolling suitcase. The fox box is beside her in the sunbeam from the window*
Pandita: ... *chuckles over comms*
Computron: *looking at him curiously* Did Joe send you a joke?
Pandita: No... My word-mate is using my suitcase as a napping spot.
Kia: *blink blink blink* You must have luggage of unusual capacity.
Pandita: Wanda is sleeping in my big suitcase...
Kia: *nods* Yes, I understood. I was only marvelling at the size of the case. *smile*
Pandita: Oh... *chuckles*
Kia: *looks at their three D diagram of the mirror assembly* Now....
Cafeteria
Wesson: *grins and makes like sneaking over to where Sarah is sitting with the other kids*
Sora: *not watching where she's going, because she's telling her twin off for tackleglomping Mirage*
Wesson: *turns so they'll bump into his back* Hey, watch it there.
Destiny: *Epic SULK. Wants to go and snuggle Mirage some more since he's warm*
Sora: *Startles* Oh! Sorry!
Wesson's hands: *cheeping*
Destiny: ... *blink blink, headtilt*
Sora: ... *raised brow* What is that?
Wesson: *grins* I got somethin' for Sarah 'n Simon. *carefully opens hands to show the two little baby chicks*
Sora: Ooh! *small grin* I think they'll love 'em... *nods towards the sparklet table*
Destiny: *Squeaking quietly at the chicks*
little stripy baby: *looks up curiously*
little black baby with spot on head: *pecking hopefully at Wesson's palm*
Wesson: They just hatched before I got 'em. *grinning at the tiny things*
Sora: Aww... ^_^
Destiny: *more squeaks*
Wesson: *grins as he watches Destiny* I know Steeljaw and Ravage aren't gonna hurt them.
Autumn: *coming over to collect the wayward sparklet, pauses when she sees what Wesson is holding* Baby chickens?
Wesson: Yup. *grin*
Autumn: You going to be raising them?
Wesson: They're for Simon and Sarah.
Autumn: ... *raised brow* Where'd Rachel keep 'em?
Wesson: Right now, in a box. Their other house's in the mail. *grins as the black chick stretches her neck to look around*
Autumn: *considering look* You tell Rachel yet?
Wesson: Before I ever ordered the coop. *grin goes a little smug*
Autumn: *Small nod* Better go show Simon and Sarah their new pets.... *chuckles and moves to guide Destiny back to the table*
Wesson: *goes and sits between the sparklets in question, and then puts a napkin on the table and sets the baby pullets on it*
stripy chick: *cries. perk perk perk! Lost chicky sounds*
Sarah: *Blink blink blink, clicks to the stripy chick, hesitantly reaching to gently touch it*
stripy chick: *waitwhut? More people! Head down and toddles quickly toward Sarah*
Simon: *watching, his eyes enormous*
Sarah: *more clicking and gentle pettings for the stripy chick*
stripy chick: *snuggle*
black chick: *trying to eat paper towel*
Wesson: *grinning* So what do you guys think?
Simon: Little!
Sarah: *nodnod, clicks*
Destiny: *Squeaking at the black chick*
black chick: *bite bite bite napkin!*
Wesson: *sets down a book called 'Everything You Need To Know About Backyard Chickens'* Think you can take good care of them?
Simon: *nods* Me Simon take care of them ants, and him cricket, and them smaller than little fuzzy birds.
Sarah: *nodnod* Me Sarah help!
Wesson: Well one of these is for you, Sarah. And the other one's Simon's. This book will tell you how to take care of 'em, and there's a DVD in the back of it, too.
Sarah: Ooooooo! :D
Simon: Ohhhh! Them need house.
Wesson: Hold on. *gets up and goes out*
Simon: Destiny, look at me Simon's fuzzy bird.
Destiny: *nodnod, squeaks*
Simon: *then frowns* Him Uncle John didn't bring fuzzy bird for you, Destiny.
Destiny: Is okay. *gets out the doll that Wesson gave her and shows it to Simon* Gave friend. ^_^
Simon: *leans down to look at the tiny doll* Him almost smaller than fuzzy birds.
Wesson: *back with a box and a dish of chick feed and a little waterer shaped like a rubber duck*
Sarah: Oooo, is fuzzy bird house! :3
Wesson: *chuckle as he sets it on a chair and puts the feed and waterer in it* They're baby chickens.
Sarah: Ooooh... *Clicks to the stripy chick and moves to very carefully pick it up*
Wesson: *watches how she does that and nods* Yeah, that's good. Put your fingers around her gently and then give her your other hand to stand on.
Sarah: *does so, clicking all the while*
Wesson: *nods, and then grins encouragingly at Simon as he also picks his chick up the right way*
Simon: *waits his turn to put his fuzzy bird into the box*
Goldie: *bangs her hamster ball into Wesson's ankle*
Wesson: *starts and looks down* What the heck?
Sarah: *Clicks to her chick as she gently puts it in the box*
Sora: *chuckles and peeks under the table to look at Goldie* I think she's having fun...
Wesson: *gets banged again and flinches, then chuckles himself* Pickin' on people that ain't her size. Figures.
Simon: *now carefully setting his chick in the food*
black chick: *look around, look down. Peck peck. Ooooooo! Scratch scratch scratch!*
Sarah: *Clickclickclick*
stripy chick: *toddles over to investigate, then sits in the feed and eats. Happy peeps come from the box*
Sarah: *happy clicks* ^^
Wesson: You gonna name 'em?
Sarah: *nodnod*
Simon: Them fuzzy birds are girls?
Wesson: Yup. Both of them are girls.
Sarah: Ooo, them fuzzies are sisters!
Wesson: *laughs* Yeah. They are. They have the same daddy.
Sarah: ... *headtilt, blink blink*
Wesson: *gently* Boy chickens have more than one wife.
Sarah: Oooh.... *attention back on the chicks now, clicking to them*
Wesson: *grinning again* Do you know what yours' name is?
Simon: *brow furrowed in deep thought as he watches his chick eat*
Greg: Stupid!
Sarah: *Razzes Greg*
Naomi: Greg, that vasn't nice. *ears back at him*
Sandra: *Reaches to bap Greg*
Wesson: Hey now. You don't wanna do that. *stern look for Greg* Greg knows I only play basketball with nice guys.
Greg: *eyes widen, and then he's studiously paying attention to the jigsaw puzzle he's working on with Will and Beau*
Will: *quiet clicks, frowning at some of the pieces as he tries to work out where they need to go*
Simon: *looks down as Goldie bangs into his ankle, then perks and looks back at his chick* Her fuzzy bird name is Blackie.
Sarah: Is good name. *nodnod, before she's pointing at her chick* Name is Stripey.
Wesson: Hmmm. *gets the chicken book and finds a picture of a little brown hen with pretty lacing on her neck feathers* This is what she'll look like when she grows up.
Sarah: *headtilt, considering* Speckles.
Wesson: *finding a picture of a little black hen with white specks to show to Simon. Nods and grins to Sarah* Sounds good.
Simon: *also considers* Okay. Her Blackie is Spot.
Wesson: *chuckling at that, and then looking up as he thinks he hears Jack's slippers*
Jack: *whistling and making his way to the cafeteria, is in a good mood*
Wesson: *lifts a hand and calls to him* Hey, Professor Ruteger, they're here.
Ravage: *peeks at Wesson from where she's riding on Jack's shoulder* Mu?
Steeljaw: Mrrrpt? *padding after Jack*
Jack: Oh? *coming over to have a look*
Simon: Daddy! Look at her Spot and her Speckles! *grinning happily*
Jack: *Chuckling* Which one is Spot, and which one is Speckles?
Sarah: Her black-color chickie is Spot!
Simon: *nodding* Her only have one spot now, but when her get big her have lots of spots. Uncle John showed me Simon and her Sarah in book.
Jack: *more chuckling* Well, we'll have room for their house in the backyard at home...
Wesson: *takes out a brochure about the Eglu chicken house and offers it to him*
Jack: *nods as he takes the brochure and begins to read it* Oh, yeah. We'll have room for their house... *to Ravage and Steeljaw* It'll be up to you two to keep Spot and Speckles safe, alright?
Ravage: *tears her gaze away from the fuzzy babies to look at him* M'u?
Steeljaw: *Sends her images of chasing raccoons and foxes, and how much fun that sort of thing is*
Jack: These two little ones won't be able to defend themselves right now... so we need to keep an eye out for things that might want to eat them.
Wesson: Well, it's too cold for 'em to go out yet anyhow. *leans back in his chair so Simon can see past him and look at the brochure*
Ravage: //Unit Ravage will protect.// *and carefully get into the box with them*
Jack: *nods and offers Simon the brochure* Once it warms up, I mean...
Simon: *sees a picture and looks excitedly to Sarah* Them have you, Sarah's favorite colour!
Wesson: *snerks at that*
Sarah: Ooooo!
Goldie: *gets Jack's ankle*
Jack: *chuckles, and then he's looking down* Well, hello there... *amused*
Wesson: She's as bad as some guys I know. *also looking down with a grin*
Simon: What colour house you get for her Spot and her Speckles, Uncle John? Her Sarah like pink.
Sarah: *nodnodnod*
Wesson: *tousles the big sparklet's hair* What colour'd you think I got?
Sarah: *hopefully* Is pink?
Wesson: Yeah. It's pink. *and then he grins as the ribbon on Sarah's bonnet winds up in the box and is tugged on by Spot*
Sarah: *blinks and squeaks in startlement*
Wesson: *reaches to gently take the ribbon out* She was just wondering what that was.
Spot: *watches ribbon, and then snuggles by sister in food dish and makes like going to sleep*
Sora: *chuckles quietly and sends the image she snapped to Wesson's phone*
Wesson: *startles a bit as the phone vibrates. Takes it out, opens it up, and then grins again and shows Sarah*
Sarah: *Blinkblinkblink* Is me Sarah and her Spot! *Giggle*
Wesson: Yup. Think your Mama would like it?
Sarah: *nodnod*
Wesson: *sends it to Rachel's phone, and then puts his away*
Simon: *frowning thoughtfully. Looks at Jack*
Wesson: *notices Simon's look and uses his thumb to jab Jack in the side*
Jack: *Startles, giving Wesson a wide-eyed look*
Wesson: *nods to Simon's look, and then gets up to go grab Jack some coffee*
Jack: *attention going to Simon* ?
Simon: Them fuzzy birds too little to be here? Them just baby pets.
Jack: Well, I think they're safe enough here.
Simon: Okay. *nod nod* Where her Mama?
Jack: Well, the last time I saw her, she was waiting for Uncle Patrick to get back to his desk...
Simon: Her feeling okay?
Jack: *nods, chuckling* Yeah. She used to camp out while waiting for Uncle Patrick even back on Cybertron.
Simon: *grins* Really? Him Uncle Patrick had desk on Cybertron?
Jack: *nods* Yeah... A big one. Uncle Patrick used to work with old books back on Cybertron... Sort of like how he's a librarian now... *chuckling*
Simon: *eyes widen* Them have books on Cybertron?
Greg: *forgets about the puzzle as he senses a possible story coming*
Wesson: *comes back and resumes his seat, offers Jack coffee*
Jack: *thanks Wesson and moves to sit down* Well, they weren't books like what is available here... But they were books... And some of the things in those books were very old stories, even older than Uncle Patrick....
Simon: *frowns* Him Uncle Patrick is old?
Greg: *chortles* Yeah, him Chief is old. Stupid brother.
Jack: *chuckles* Well, Mama and I are older than him.... and so are Uncle Bert, Uncle Russell, Aunt Wanda, and Uncle Pandita...
Greg: *stops chortling and goes wide eyed* No way.
Simon: *eyebrows up with interested surprise*
chicks: *doing happy sleeping song from where they're now snuggled against Ravage in their box*
Sarah: *blinkblinking at Daddy*
Jack: *nods* Yes way. *chuckles* We're sort of the old farts of the group....
Simon: ...Did you Daddy say bad word?
Wesson: *stifles a snerk in his coffee cup*
Jack: *more chuckles as he gets comfortable and begins telling a story about Cybertron as Lisa and a few of the others stationed at the lodge head for the kitchen to get supper started*
Patrick's office
Rachel: *sitting in the chair in front of Patrick's desk, propped at an angle with her back to the wall and her feet up on the desk. Hands folded peacefully as she sleeps*
Patrick: *slipping in quietly, is soooo gonna snap a picture now, Rachel*
Rachel: *doesn't even smirk and comment without opening her eyes. She's really asleep*
Patrick: *quiet chuckle, reaches to gently touch her arm* *softly* Rachel, wake up.
Rachel: *brows draw together in a frown* I really wanted to see the end of that dream.
Patrick: *chuckles* You can go back to sleep after we finish this up... *offers the datapad he went to get for her*
Rachel: *sits up and takes it, then starts reading* *conversationally* I caught Wayne playing 'Boobopolis Arena Battles'.
Patrick: *facepalm*
Rachel: Aaaand then I looked at what Scarlet was playing. *projects a hologram of the Aerialbot's elf character in all her Victoria's Secret lack of glory*
Patrick: I'll have Skylar talk to Wayne... *sighs*
Rachel: At least his game choice is one that's meant as a joke. Scarlett's is one you have to buy.
Patrick: *pinches the bridge of his nose with a groan*
Rachel: And she firmly asserted her right to have her doll wear whatever she chose to put on it.
Patrick: *another sigh* Somehow, I don't feel surprised.
Rachel: Wayne.... *pause and smirk* Will probably be answering to 'Battle Betty' for the next few days. Samuel walked in while I was talking to him.
Patrick: ... I'm not even going to ask.
Rachel: The game he was playing is a spoof where the players play brawny women in metal armor and make said women beat each other up in the arena. It's a total farce.
Patrick: *more facepalm*
Rachel: Oh, and if you catch Seamus or Quinn playing 'Lords of Haltair', leave them be. *drops voice* The game's locally made, and it's fine.
Patrick: ... Locally made?
Rachel: *nods* This doesn't go outside this room.
Patrick: One moment. *moves to close the door*
Rachel: *watches him and then smirks slightly* Sean made the game.
Patrick: ... *soft snort*
Rachel: What?
Patrick: This doesn't leave this room... But Sean's made a comic book as well... *chuckles* And it's safe.
Rachel: *blinks with surprise and then arches an eyebrow* Safe how? And what's it about?
Patrick: It's about giant, transforming robots... And safe as in, none of the robots in the comic look anything like any of us in root mode... They're huge.
Rachel: Like our alternates from other realities.
Patrick: *nods, chuckling even more* The way he portrays Megatron... Well, let's just say it's amusing and leave it at that.
Rachel: *projects a scene of a 'G1' Megatron on an 'It's MINE!' rant, her expression going quizzical*
Patrick: *snickers* Something like that...
Rachel: But comic books are harder to produce and pass out than a game is. How's he doing it?
Patrick: Photocopier... And I kinda have a hand in distribution....
Rachel: *laughs* I always knew you were a geek, Chief.
Patrick: Thrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppppppppppppppppppppppppptttttttttt!!!!!!!!!!!
Rachel: *laughs harder, then wrinkles her nose at him and goes back to the datapad* There it is. I knew I remembered that.
Patrick: *small nod* I still remember Javan giving me a hard time for recording every single thing that happened every day...
Rachel: Do you remember that iridescent jet that didn't show up on the ship's sensors?
Patrick: *nods* Alice was cursing to put Kup to shame....
Rachel: *quietly* I'm pretty sure I saw it the other day.
Patrick: ....
Rachel: But I didn't hear it. Or sense it.
Patrick: ... *pinches the bridge of his nose*
Rachel: *glances around the room* Did Justice sense anything?
Patrick: I'm not sure... *will glance around the room as well*
Rachel: You said he's here pretty often?
Patrick: *nods* If he's in the building, he's with Soli.... Who is with Emilia...
Rachel: *gives him a sober look* So you've really got two sons.
Patrick: *soft chuckle* So it seems...
Rachel: I wonder if there's any way to bring him back. *pings Emilia's com*
Emilia: //Yes?//
Rachel: //How many sparklets do you have with you right now?//
Emilia: //Well, I've got Soli... I thought I felt Justice show up earlier, but now I'm not sure...//
Rachel: //Could you try and find out? I have something I'd like to ask him.//
Emilia: //Okay... //
Rachel: *settles to wait, frowning slightly*
Emilia: *lets out a startled 'Meep!' over comms*
Rachel: *sits bolt upright and speaks both over comms and aloud* //Emi?//
Emilia: *sounds a bit shaken* //I found Justice...//
Rachel: //Are you okay?//
Emilia: //Y-yeah... Just wasn't expecting to walk right into the guy....//
Rachel: //Ohhhhhh.// *looks at Patrick*
Patrick: *looking like he wants to go check on Emilia*
Rachel: Easy, Chief. She says she's okay.
Emilia: //I told Justice that you needed to talk to him, Rachel.//
Justice: *moves around the lady he doesn't know and carefully pats Patrick's arm*
Patrick: *glances in Justice's direction* Rachel's the one with the question...
Justice: *faint and distant as always, though his emotions toward Patrick are warm* -Rachel?-
Patrick: *nods towards Rachel*
Rachel: It's okay, Justice. *looking toward the air where her Commander is looking and speaking* I just want to know if you sensed anyone dead around here lately. *frowns then as she realizes she's picking up a very faint crackle on her circuits*
Justice: -No. I'm the only one. Showtime and her family have been busy.-
Patrick: Showtime? *has heard of the ferryman, but hasn't met her in person yet*
Justice: -She's one of the ferrymen.-
Rachel: That didn't look like any Showtime.
Patrick: *small nod*
Justice: -She can't hear me, sir.-
Patrick: -Oh...- *to Rachel* The Allspark ferryman that has visited this reality before and her family have been too busy to visit lately.... Justice is the only offline being here at the moment.
Rachel: And I can actually pick him up faintly with my sensors. So that jet is something else. *frowning*
Patrick: *frowning* Hmm.....
Rachel: *goes on a hunch* //Starscream, do you know anything about an iridescent dark jet that doesn't register on sensors or audios?//
Skylar: //.... Ohslagmethriceover.//
Rachel: //The fact that you just said that over open comms alarms me.//
Skylar: *Cycling air and trying to calm down so he can explain* //That... particular jet.... her name's Nightwish....//
Rachel: *consults her databanks and frowns* *goes to private channel with only Patrick and Skylar* //I don't have any Nightwish on the roster lists Nightbird brought.//
Skylar: //We all thought she got bored with nothing to do and found a way to off herself.//
Patrick: ... *raised brow*
Rachel: //Er. Explain better. Pretend we don't know the back story.//
Skylar: //Megs commissioned the Quints to make him the perfect Decepticon. Nightwish was the result. Only... she was so perfect that Megs only sent her on missions when Nightbird and her team were unavailable... or he tried to... and got laughed at. Megs didn't take to being laughed at and never sent her out again...//
Rachel: //So why would that make her want to put her spark out? 'Cons are usually pretty good at finding something to do.//
Skylar: //She was made near the beginning of the war... like I said, she was only supposed to go out and cause mayhem whenever Nightbird and her team weren't available... And since Megsy didn't like being laughed at, and Nightbird and her team were usually available for most destructive things, added in with the fact that most 'Cons don't have nearly the level of intelligence Nightwish does...//
Rachel: *winces* //You mean she is as close to perfect as it's possible for a physical bot to be.//
Skylar: //Sure... that works... //
Rachel: //Well what do you say? Skylar, I have no information about her at all, and she just flew over a couple days ago.//
Skylar: //...We're either slagged, or insanely lucky.//
Rachel: *hand to her chest, a protective gesture for the new life growing there* //I want option C.//
Skylar: //.... And what, pray tell, is option C?//
Rachel: //We make it through this too without anyone getting hurt.//
Skylar: //... Option C sounds good to me, too.//
Patrick: *from where he's pinching the bridge of his nose still* //Ditto.//
Justice: *feels unhappy and fiercely protective*
Rachel: *deep breath, and then nearly shoots out of her chair as someone knocks on the office door*
Patrick: *startles, then winces* Oww... bit my tongue...
Rachel: *mutters something about nearly peeing her pants*
Tracks: *calls through the door* Patrick? You said to report as soon as we got back.
Patrick: *moves to open the door*
Dion: *squeaks increase as he sees Patrick. Someone new, OOOO!*
Rachel: *turns, brow lifting* You mean you came as soon as you'd been to the med ward first.
Denver: *small nod, fighting the urge to give Patrick the sweetest smile she can manage since he's boggling at her. Is still in her dress uniform, including the high heels that she hates to wear*
Dion: *Squeaks at Justice as well, HI PERSON!*
Justice: *bit startled at the greeting, but clicks quietly to the sparklet. Only Dion will hear him, since he's not touching anyone*
Tracks: Alright, we saw to something important first. *slight scowl*
Patrick: *Still boggling at Denver, but remembers to let the couple in*
Rachel: *slight, sympathetic look for Denver. She helped her into that uniform this morning*
Denver: *small nod to Rachel, seems a bit uneasy now, and not because of the high heels*
Dion: *Squeaks a bit more, giving Justice his little smile* n_n
Rachel: *frowns* Denver? Is something wrong?
Tracks: *as he gets the other chair for Denver* What are you looking at, Dion?
Denver: *As she moves to sit in the chair* Th're's s'meth'n' givin' me a bit 'f a chill'a sorts...
Dion: *Squeaks and clicks, telling Tracks about the other person in the room with them*
Patrick: *blink blink, lightbulb moment* Oh! Justice is here... He was visiting Soli earlier...
Tracks: *stops short and looks around warily, remembering the last time he'd touched the young free spark* Ah....
Justice: *moves close enough to Patrick to be felt*
Rachel: *remembers to tell Skylar why she and Patrick just vanished*
Skylar: //What're their moods, so I know whether or not to congratulate them?//
Rachel: //Well, Tracks was kind of smug when they first came in. And they stopped to get Dion before they came to report.//
Patrick: *To Tracks* You don't need to worry, Tracks...
Skylar: *chuckles over comms* //So then I can tell 'em congrats... I'll do that when I see 'em next...//
Rachel: //Alright. Hey, will you transcribe everything you know about Nightwish for me?//
Skylar: //Sure thing. Want it in a databurst or on a pad?//
Rachel: //A pad would be great. Or even a chip.//
Skylar: //Gotcha. I'll get started on that. Skylar out.//
Rachel: //Thanks, buddy. Rachel out.// *looks over at Denver and smiles, brows lifting quizzically though there's still concern in her eyes*
Denver: *gives her a small smile and a nod*
Dion: *beeeeg yawn for such a little guy! Is happy though. Mama and Mentor are back, and he got to see new people and a new place*
Rachel: So no trouble at all?
Tracks: Well, he seemed rather surprised to see my face.
Denver: *small nod, gives Dion gentle cuddles* 'N Ah don' th'nk 'e w's 'spectin' me t' be so tall... *chuckles*
Rachel: *laugh*
Patrick: *coughs to hide his snicker*
Rachel: And you got everything all finalized today?
Denver: *nods*
Rachel: *offers her five*
Denver: *Carefully moves Dion so she can return the gesture*
Rachel: *sits back and looks at Tracks*
Tracks: *watching Dion. Is zoned out*
Dion: *would likely be sucking his thumb if he had the strength to, is making happy sparklet purrs as he snuggles against Mama*
Rachel: *glances at Patrick, her expression asking if the couple is dismissed, then turns back to Denver* Was Magnus awake?
Denver: 'E woke up wh'n we came t' git Dion... *soft chuckle* 'N y'u w'ldn't b'lieve who w's snuggled 'gainst 'im....
Rachel: Unless she left I know who's snuggled against him. She came about the same time I did this morning.
Denver: *Raised brow, gently nudges Tracks' foot with her own*
Tracks: *blinks and glances at her* Hmmmm?
Denver: 'Parently, Rain's been snugglin' 'gainst Magnus since th's mornin'...
Tracks: Oh has she? I suppose I'll have to have a little talk with her.
Denver: *one shoulder raises slightly in a small shrug* Magnus di'n't seem t' mahnd 'er bein' th're....
Tracks: Yes, but I have to defend my brother's virtue. *eyes twinkling slightly*
Denver: *snerks*
Rachel: Well at least he still has some.
Patrick: *soft throat clearing sound* Well, if that's all, you're both dismissed...
Tracks: *little sniff, and then moves to pick Denver up so she doesn't have to walk in those barbaric shoes anymore*
Denver: *slight sound of surprise*
Dion: *Sleepy clicks*
Tracks: *looks at her quizzically* You said your feet hurt, darling.
Rachel: *hand over mouth as she tries not to laugh*
Denver: *faint blush coloring her cheeks* Ah c'n kick 'em off, Tracks... *isn't going to say anything about flashing her panties to half the base with the Autobot Prime in the room*
Tracks: Well, if you'd rather do that....
Denver: *quietly, in Spanish* [I'd rather do that than flash my panties to half the base.]
Tracks: *looks quickly at her skirt, and then gently sets her on her feet. Also blushes as he murmurs an apology*
Denver: *patpats his arm, before kicking off her high heels and carefully reaching to get said shoes once they're off her feet*
Tracks: *keeps her from bending and grabs the shoes himself* You have Dion, darling. Don't worry about these.
Denver: *pauses just before moving for the door* Er... Dr. Ruteger?
Rachel: Rachel. What's up?
Denver: C'n we bring Dion t' our room f'r th' nahght?
Rachel: *chuckles* Just make sure things stay as quiet as possible. And pay attention to his spark monitor.
Denver: *nods, visibly relaxing as she leans against Tracks a bit*
Tracks: *had planned on nabbing Magnus too, but his brother looked to be well cared for. And with company he'd probably prefer over Tracks' own rambunctious family* Well, we'd better go get ready for supper. I hate to think what Raoul's gotten into already. *looks at Patrick and nods, then moves to lead Denver from the room*
Denver: *sticking close to Tracks, but even that's not enough to hide the fact that she's limping slightly*
Tracks: *worrying about this visibly as they turn into the hall and go out of sight*
Rachel: *sighs and droops* Alright, since James booted me out of the med ward for the rest of the day I'm going to the gym to sleep. I need a snuggle pile.
Patrick: *nods* Alright. Have a good sleep, Rachel... Justice, if you want to get back to visiting Soli, go ahead.
Justice: -Yes, sir.- *strong feeling of affection, which then fades*
Rachel: *slight smile as she pulls herself to her feet and offers Patrick the datapad*
Patrick: *nods to her as he takes the datapad back*
Rachel: You have a good sleep too, Chief. *meaningful look. She means tonight, Patrick. While it's still TONIGHT*
Patrick: *chuckles and nods*
Rachel: *slightly bigger grin, and then heads out and makes her way to the gym, where she gets a blanket and curls up on the high jump mattress. Is soon asleep*
((Co-written with random_xtras))