Recon's Verse. Jackson Auto Parts Warehouse. Thanksgiving Antics
Jazz: *in one of Hayden's dad's warehouses with Recon. Dancing with the femme and singing her a mushy song about beautiful eyes as he hams it up a little*
Recon: *suggested the warehouse in the first place. Dancing along and flickering all her optics to the beat*
Jazz: *spins the femme and dips her, then pretends he's going to kiss her. Though he will do it if she doesn't object...* :D
Recon: *smiling and perfectly willing to play along. Twines her hooks around Jazz's seams carefully. Doesn't expect an actual kiss, since their relationship up to this point hasn't been romantic*
Jazz: *DOES kiss her! But it's a sweet and happy snog more keyed to cause giggles than romantic thoughts, and it's accompanied by a comical growling sound*
Recon: *UTTERLY surprised at first, then hears the growling and starts to giggle, trailing her claws into his ticklish rear seams*
Jazz: *chuckles and squirms a little* Aww, baby, whattya gotta be like that for? *more growly kiss!*
Recon: *tries for a comeback, but can't move her mouth for all his snogging*
Hayden: *peeks in carefully, half expecting a burglar. It takes a second for the scene to process, then his jaw drops*
Mr. Jackson: *from outside* Hayden? I called security. Who's in there?
Jazz: *and then turns the kiss into a raspberry!*
Hayden: o.o
Recon: *shoves him off, laughing cut short when she sees Hayden in her side optics*
Mr. Jackson: *shaking his son* Hayden, talk to me... *sounding concerned, carrying a large heavy tool, and dearly wanting to get a look inside*
Recon: *Cybertronian curse*
Jazz: :o *issa car!*
Recon: *transforms in a flash*
Mr. Jackson: *gives up on talking to his son and shoves him aside* Alright, whoever you are- *sees the cars* ... Hello? *looks around, still worried*
Jazz: *car car car* //I thought you said this place'd be safe, Recon!//
Recon: *worry worry* //I sought so too! It's Sanksgiving, nobody is vorking...!//
Mr. Jackson: *creeps in carefully, checking behind boxes* ...Hayden, isn't that your car?
Hayden: *tip-toeing behind his dad* Um...
Jazz: *makes a holo-cat scamper past over there and scoot out the door!* //Man, Op's gonna be slagged off about this...//
Recon: //.....He might not haf to know...//
Mr. Jackson: *whips around at the cat. False alarm! He's breathing heavy* That makes no sense... what about the music?
Hayden: *brain running a million miles an hour, but just now getting off the "crapcrapcrapcrap" train of thought* Maybe his sound system's broken? *looking in Jazz's window*
Jazz: //Whaaaat? Nothin' wrong with my sound system.// *thinking hard and coming up blank* *whisper* Hey, man. Cars ain't 'he'.
Recon: *trying to figure out Hayden's plan*
Mr. Jackson: *is used to his son giving cars genders, so doesn't give it a second thought*
Hayden: *whispers* Shut up and be broke! We heard your music from across the lot! *tries to open the driver's side door*
Jazz: *grumbles, and then cuts loose with both music and car alarm!*
Hayden: *while getting in, recoils from the music blast and hits his head on the silver Pontiac's roof* Daah!
Mr. Jackson: *covering his ears and wincing* Turn it off!
Hayden: I'm trying! *rubbing head, gets in and mimes messing with dials and wires*
Jazz: *having fun again, makes like changing stations, and even shares part of a local police chase that's going on!*
Recon: *rolls mental optics*
Hayden: Good, just a bit more...
Mr. Jackson: *looking at Recon again* How did your car get here?
Hayden: *grumbles and tries to think of an excuse but thankfully his dad is distracted by security arriving outside*
Mr. Jackson: *gladly leaves the cacophony to talk to security*
Jazz: *sudden dead silence* *and then a tiny chuckle that's just full of amusement*
Hayden: .....? *oh great, here it comes... Yells out to Dad* Hey, I think I got-
Jazz: *CAR ALARM!*
Hayden: *curse* You guys owe me BIG TIME.
Rent-a-cop: *peeks in*
Hayden: !! *goes back to miming*
Jazz: *fancy car alarm with voice!* Step AWAY from the car! The AUTHORITIES HAVE been notified! *noise noise noise!*
Rent-a-cop: *goes back outside*
Hayden: *decides to mime-fiddle with things under the hood instead* Ok, I think that's enough now... *grumble grumble*
Jazz: *alarm goes out with a pitiful sounding sputter* Watch what yer grabbin' under there, man. I'm ticklish.
Hayden: ...... *wiggles the radiator cap mercilessly before slamming the hood and walking outside. BIG sigh of frustration and relief*
Rent-a-cops: *walk in and start taking down info on the cars*
Mr. Jackson: *meets son in the door* These cars were obviously stolen from somewhere. Don't worry, they'll figure it out. *puts hand on son's shoulder*
Jazz: ... //My aft is slag.//
Recon: *can't argue with that* //Don't vorry, ve'll give sem se slip later.//
Mr. Jackson: Get your car, you can follow me home.
Hayden: ...... *sad puppy eyes*
Mr. Jackson: And when we get home we're going to have a talk about how you take care of it. Having an expensive car is a big responsibility...
tall black guy in a suit and dreds: *comes walking over looking a bit miffed* Hayden, man. What's goin' on? You said this'd be a safe place to park the new car till I could give it to my wife.
Hayden: *GLARING DAGGERS AT THE CARS-wait who's this guy?* Huh? ....Jazz...-man? *wheels click, and he goes for the bro handshake* Jazzman!
Cops and Dad: ?
Hayden: I'm so sorry dude. Dad, meet Keith the Jazzman.
guy: *slightly amused expression, but does the bro handshake and then offers his hand to Hayden's dad* Pleased to meet you.
Jazz: *inside going ?????!* //...I dunno who that is, but it ain't me, Recon.//
Recon: //!! Sen who is it?// *does a full sensor scan on the guy and the surrounding area, including tapping into satellite footage* *no, she's not overprotective at all...*
Mr. Jackson: *shakes the hand, slightly impressed* Nice to meet you. This car is for your wife?
Hayden: *totally spinning the story* Sorry I didn't tell you, Dad, but I didn't think it would be a problem. It's just for a couple days.
guy: *reads perfectly human* *pulls out a photo of a gorgeous redhead in well fitting clothes and shows it to Mr. Jackson* It's going to be our fifth wedding anniversary on Monday, but Karen's got the brains like Sherlock Holmes. This' the only way I could think of to keep her from finding out what I got her.
Jazz: //I said I dunno! And I cain't find 'im, either.//
Hayden: I met him at work and knew we always had an empty warehouse or two. I'll never do it again, I promise!
Mr. Jackson: *sigh full of paternal love* Why didn't you just tell me, Hayden?
Recon: *grumbling over the comm, waiting for the area satellite photos to come back*
photos: *come back and show nothing out of the ordinary*
guy: *grinning and apologizing* I can pay rent for the space, if you want. Just to make up for the trouble.
Mr. Jackson: No, no, that won't be necessary. Just go get it checked out before you give it to your wife. There's something wrong with the alarm.
Hayden: *silent snerk*
Rent-a-cop: Well, I guess we'll be going. Happy Thanksgiving! *they climb into their patrol vehicle and drive off*
guy: Happy Thanksgiving! *turns back to Mr. Jackson and grins* Karen'll take care of that. She doesn't just like her cars to look at.
Jazz: *shudder*
Mr. Jackson: You take care then. Come on, Hayden. *walks back to the parking lot*
Recon: *worry worry* *texts Hayden*
Hayden: See you at the front. *reads text: Not Jazz* ......
guy: Wait. Would it be alright if I borrow Hayden for a little while? I'll bring him home when we're done.
Jazz: //Wait! What if it's that 'Con that sold Hayden that costume?//
Hayden: *glancing between "Keith" and Jazz*
Mr. Jackson: *turns around* I'm sorry, he promised to help his mother with Thanksgiving cooking. We're already late as it is.
Recon: //Requiem?// *worry fades slightly* //He's been paid. Vhy vould he be here?//
guy: Aw. Alright. We can try to meet some other time. *smacks Hayden lightly on the back* See you. Have fun.
Hayden: *ever so nervous laughter* Yeah, see you later. *climbs into Recon*
Mr. Jackson: *continues toward the parking lot*
guy: *watches them go and then slumps slightly against the door post* *low and rather dejected murmur* Well that didn't work.
Jazz: //Hmmm. He don't act like Requiem.//
Hayden: What the heck's going on? *starting the Porsche, but can't help seeing the dejected guy* Who's he?
Recon: *opens the cab up to the comm so Jazz can hear them and vice versa* I don't know, but he von't be getting his hands on Jazz.
guy: I ain't after Jazz. *frowns at Recon* I was supposed to show Hayden some Imperial junk Requiem thought he might want.
Recon and Hayden: o.o
Jazz: How'd you know what Conny was sayin'? I was talkin' on one'a my channels. 'N who are you anyway?
guy: *slight grin* I was born knowin' your channels, man. I'm Dreadnought, youngest in the Destron army of the Nexus. And your alt was my mech code donator.
Jazz: *startled horn toot*
Dreadnought: *laughs*
Recon: *still o.o*
Hayden: *cackles at Jazz's horn, considering this a fair trade for the image earlier*
Jazz: *brb, rebooting*
Dreadnought: *that grin might be on a human face, but it's pure Jazz*
Recon: //Jazz?//
Hayden: *gets out and leans on the door* Well thanks for that, but I don't need anything right now. I gotta be getting home.
Jazz: //....// *squeak*
Dreadnought: It's a workin' droid. *shifts his attention from Jazz to Hayden, his eyes dancing in a way that is also all Jazz*
Recon: *sending comforting feelings over their friend-bond* ...! *suddenly thinks of a question, but decides she'd rather not know*
Hayden: Eeeeh.... *must...resist...but he's ecstatic at the idea*
Dreadnought: Requiem said to show it to you before Scorponok got to it. *rolls his shoulders and then frowns just a bit at Recon and Jazz before something massive suddenly shows up on their sensors as it sits out on the edge of town. Yup, that's where he's sitting. He's got some range on this holoform he's using, doesn't he?*
Recon: !! Hide sat thing! Se humans vill see it!
Hayden: *ponders the existence of Scorponoks more than a giant scorpion when his phone rings* Oh... it's Dad.
Dreadnought: No they won't. I'm cloaked against everything but certain Autobot sensors. *removes himself from those sensors again nonetheless* I think I know a place I can keep the droid.
Hayden: *texts his father* No, it's not a good time right now. There's Thanksgiving and then Maria'll want to go shopping... Let Scorponok have a go at it.
Dreadnought: Dipstick, I said I might have a place to hide it so you can look at it later.
Hayden: *smirks* And I'm saying "later" will be too late for his business schedule.
Recon: *comm pokes Jazz, you still ok?*
Dreadnought: Whatever. *glances around, and then walks into the warehouse before vanishing*
Jazz: *soft snerk and a head shake* ...My alt's kid? Primus help the reality with a kid made'a Jazz in it.
Recon: *gives another pat over the bond and comms Bee to come pick him up*
Hayden: Well... that was fun. *sarcastic* You guys still owe me. *hops in and drives off*
((Written by ssjmihoshi and random_xtras))
Recon: *suggested the warehouse in the first place. Dancing along and flickering all her optics to the beat*
Jazz: *spins the femme and dips her, then pretends he's going to kiss her. Though he will do it if she doesn't object...* :D
Recon: *smiling and perfectly willing to play along. Twines her hooks around Jazz's seams carefully. Doesn't expect an actual kiss, since their relationship up to this point hasn't been romantic*
Jazz: *DOES kiss her! But it's a sweet and happy snog more keyed to cause giggles than romantic thoughts, and it's accompanied by a comical growling sound*
Recon: *UTTERLY surprised at first, then hears the growling and starts to giggle, trailing her claws into his ticklish rear seams*
Jazz: *chuckles and squirms a little* Aww, baby, whattya gotta be like that for? *more growly kiss!*
Recon: *tries for a comeback, but can't move her mouth for all his snogging*
Hayden: *peeks in carefully, half expecting a burglar. It takes a second for the scene to process, then his jaw drops*
Mr. Jackson: *from outside* Hayden? I called security. Who's in there?
Jazz: *and then turns the kiss into a raspberry!*
Hayden: o.o
Recon: *shoves him off, laughing cut short when she sees Hayden in her side optics*
Mr. Jackson: *shaking his son* Hayden, talk to me... *sounding concerned, carrying a large heavy tool, and dearly wanting to get a look inside*
Recon: *Cybertronian curse*
Jazz: :o *issa car!*
Recon: *transforms in a flash*
Mr. Jackson: *gives up on talking to his son and shoves him aside* Alright, whoever you are- *sees the cars* ... Hello? *looks around, still worried*
Jazz: *car car car* //I thought you said this place'd be safe, Recon!//
Recon: *worry worry* //I sought so too! It's Sanksgiving, nobody is vorking...!//
Mr. Jackson: *creeps in carefully, checking behind boxes* ...Hayden, isn't that your car?
Hayden: *tip-toeing behind his dad* Um...
Jazz: *makes a holo-cat scamper past over there and scoot out the door!* //Man, Op's gonna be slagged off about this...//
Recon: //.....He might not haf to know...//
Mr. Jackson: *whips around at the cat. False alarm! He's breathing heavy* That makes no sense... what about the music?
Hayden: *brain running a million miles an hour, but just now getting off the "crapcrapcrapcrap" train of thought* Maybe his sound system's broken? *looking in Jazz's window*
Jazz: //Whaaaat? Nothin' wrong with my sound system.// *thinking hard and coming up blank* *whisper* Hey, man. Cars ain't 'he'.
Recon: *trying to figure out Hayden's plan*
Mr. Jackson: *is used to his son giving cars genders, so doesn't give it a second thought*
Hayden: *whispers* Shut up and be broke! We heard your music from across the lot! *tries to open the driver's side door*
Jazz: *grumbles, and then cuts loose with both music and car alarm!*
Hayden: *while getting in, recoils from the music blast and hits his head on the silver Pontiac's roof* Daah!
Mr. Jackson: *covering his ears and wincing* Turn it off!
Hayden: I'm trying! *rubbing head, gets in and mimes messing with dials and wires*
Jazz: *having fun again, makes like changing stations, and even shares part of a local police chase that's going on!*
Recon: *rolls mental optics*
Hayden: Good, just a bit more...
Mr. Jackson: *looking at Recon again* How did your car get here?
Hayden: *grumbles and tries to think of an excuse but thankfully his dad is distracted by security arriving outside*
Mr. Jackson: *gladly leaves the cacophony to talk to security*
Jazz: *sudden dead silence* *and then a tiny chuckle that's just full of amusement*
Hayden: .....? *oh great, here it comes... Yells out to Dad* Hey, I think I got-
Jazz: *CAR ALARM!*
Hayden: *curse* You guys owe me BIG TIME.
Rent-a-cop: *peeks in*
Hayden: !! *goes back to miming*
Jazz: *fancy car alarm with voice!* Step AWAY from the car! The AUTHORITIES HAVE been notified! *noise noise noise!*
Rent-a-cop: *goes back outside*
Hayden: *decides to mime-fiddle with things under the hood instead* Ok, I think that's enough now... *grumble grumble*
Jazz: *alarm goes out with a pitiful sounding sputter* Watch what yer grabbin' under there, man. I'm ticklish.
Hayden: ...... *wiggles the radiator cap mercilessly before slamming the hood and walking outside. BIG sigh of frustration and relief*
Rent-a-cops: *walk in and start taking down info on the cars*
Mr. Jackson: *meets son in the door* These cars were obviously stolen from somewhere. Don't worry, they'll figure it out. *puts hand on son's shoulder*
Jazz: ... //My aft is slag.//
Recon: *can't argue with that* //Don't vorry, ve'll give sem se slip later.//
Mr. Jackson: Get your car, you can follow me home.
Hayden: ...... *sad puppy eyes*
Mr. Jackson: And when we get home we're going to have a talk about how you take care of it. Having an expensive car is a big responsibility...
tall black guy in a suit and dreds: *comes walking over looking a bit miffed* Hayden, man. What's goin' on? You said this'd be a safe place to park the new car till I could give it to my wife.
Hayden: *GLARING DAGGERS AT THE CARS-wait who's this guy?* Huh? ....Jazz...-man? *wheels click, and he goes for the bro handshake* Jazzman!
Cops and Dad: ?
Hayden: I'm so sorry dude. Dad, meet Keith the Jazzman.
guy: *slightly amused expression, but does the bro handshake and then offers his hand to Hayden's dad* Pleased to meet you.
Jazz: *inside going ?????!* //...I dunno who that is, but it ain't me, Recon.//
Recon: //!! Sen who is it?// *does a full sensor scan on the guy and the surrounding area, including tapping into satellite footage* *no, she's not overprotective at all...*
Mr. Jackson: *shakes the hand, slightly impressed* Nice to meet you. This car is for your wife?
Hayden: *totally spinning the story* Sorry I didn't tell you, Dad, but I didn't think it would be a problem. It's just for a couple days.
guy: *reads perfectly human* *pulls out a photo of a gorgeous redhead in well fitting clothes and shows it to Mr. Jackson* It's going to be our fifth wedding anniversary on Monday, but Karen's got the brains like Sherlock Holmes. This' the only way I could think of to keep her from finding out what I got her.
Jazz: //I said I dunno! And I cain't find 'im, either.//
Hayden: I met him at work and knew we always had an empty warehouse or two. I'll never do it again, I promise!
Mr. Jackson: *sigh full of paternal love* Why didn't you just tell me, Hayden?
Recon: *grumbling over the comm, waiting for the area satellite photos to come back*
photos: *come back and show nothing out of the ordinary*
guy: *grinning and apologizing* I can pay rent for the space, if you want. Just to make up for the trouble.
Mr. Jackson: No, no, that won't be necessary. Just go get it checked out before you give it to your wife. There's something wrong with the alarm.
Hayden: *silent snerk*
Rent-a-cop: Well, I guess we'll be going. Happy Thanksgiving! *they climb into their patrol vehicle and drive off*
guy: Happy Thanksgiving! *turns back to Mr. Jackson and grins* Karen'll take care of that. She doesn't just like her cars to look at.
Jazz: *shudder*
Mr. Jackson: You take care then. Come on, Hayden. *walks back to the parking lot*
Recon: *worry worry* *texts Hayden*
Hayden: See you at the front. *reads text: Not Jazz* ......
guy: Wait. Would it be alright if I borrow Hayden for a little while? I'll bring him home when we're done.
Jazz: //Wait! What if it's that 'Con that sold Hayden that costume?//
Hayden: *glancing between "Keith" and Jazz*
Mr. Jackson: *turns around* I'm sorry, he promised to help his mother with Thanksgiving cooking. We're already late as it is.
Recon: //Requiem?// *worry fades slightly* //He's been paid. Vhy vould he be here?//
guy: Aw. Alright. We can try to meet some other time. *smacks Hayden lightly on the back* See you. Have fun.
Hayden: *ever so nervous laughter* Yeah, see you later. *climbs into Recon*
Mr. Jackson: *continues toward the parking lot*
guy: *watches them go and then slumps slightly against the door post* *low and rather dejected murmur* Well that didn't work.
Jazz: //Hmmm. He don't act like Requiem.//
Hayden: What the heck's going on? *starting the Porsche, but can't help seeing the dejected guy* Who's he?
Recon: *opens the cab up to the comm so Jazz can hear them and vice versa* I don't know, but he von't be getting his hands on Jazz.
guy: I ain't after Jazz. *frowns at Recon* I was supposed to show Hayden some Imperial junk Requiem thought he might want.
Recon and Hayden: o.o
Jazz: How'd you know what Conny was sayin'? I was talkin' on one'a my channels. 'N who are you anyway?
guy: *slight grin* I was born knowin' your channels, man. I'm Dreadnought, youngest in the Destron army of the Nexus. And your alt was my mech code donator.
Jazz: *startled horn toot*
Dreadnought: *laughs*
Recon: *still o.o*
Hayden: *cackles at Jazz's horn, considering this a fair trade for the image earlier*
Jazz: *brb, rebooting*
Dreadnought: *that grin might be on a human face, but it's pure Jazz*
Recon: //Jazz?//
Hayden: *gets out and leans on the door* Well thanks for that, but I don't need anything right now. I gotta be getting home.
Jazz: //....// *squeak*
Dreadnought: It's a workin' droid. *shifts his attention from Jazz to Hayden, his eyes dancing in a way that is also all Jazz*
Recon: *sending comforting feelings over their friend-bond* ...! *suddenly thinks of a question, but decides she'd rather not know*
Hayden: Eeeeh.... *must...resist...but he's ecstatic at the idea*
Dreadnought: Requiem said to show it to you before Scorponok got to it. *rolls his shoulders and then frowns just a bit at Recon and Jazz before something massive suddenly shows up on their sensors as it sits out on the edge of town. Yup, that's where he's sitting. He's got some range on this holoform he's using, doesn't he?*
Recon: !! Hide sat thing! Se humans vill see it!
Hayden: *ponders the existence of Scorponoks more than a giant scorpion when his phone rings* Oh... it's Dad.
Dreadnought: No they won't. I'm cloaked against everything but certain Autobot sensors. *removes himself from those sensors again nonetheless* I think I know a place I can keep the droid.
Hayden: *texts his father* No, it's not a good time right now. There's Thanksgiving and then Maria'll want to go shopping... Let Scorponok have a go at it.
Dreadnought: Dipstick, I said I might have a place to hide it so you can look at it later.
Hayden: *smirks* And I'm saying "later" will be too late for his business schedule.
Recon: *comm pokes Jazz, you still ok?*
Dreadnought: Whatever. *glances around, and then walks into the warehouse before vanishing*
Jazz: *soft snerk and a head shake* ...My alt's kid? Primus help the reality with a kid made'a Jazz in it.
Recon: *gives another pat over the bond and comms Bee to come pick him up*
Hayden: Well... that was fun. *sarcastic* You guys still owe me. *hops in and drives off*
((Written by ssjmihoshi and random_xtras))