Nexus. By the sign. Opposite or similar?
Nightwish: *impassive as she sits on a couch and wipes off a very messy small bot who appears to be asleep* I'm starting to harbor the suspicion that you magnetically attract filth. *finishes the wiping and holds the little black and red thing up to make sure he's clean* How is it possible for such a little Mudflap to have that much carrying capacity for cookies?
Cureall: *notices the other femme as she balances her own little one on a hip. She walks over with a smile.* They seem to have a gift for it, don't they? It just gives this one an excuse to fuss over her little one though.
Nightwish: *settles Mudflap across her lap and looks at the smaller femme* Are you talking about the mess, or the number of cookies they eat?
Cureall: *soft giggle* The mess mostly. *She holds out her hand* This one is Cureall. She is pleased to meet you.
Nightwish: *looks at the hand, still expressionless, then turns her ruby optics to Cureall's face* Hand shake?
Cureall: *nods and repositions Starsong on her hip.* Yes.
Nightwish: *knows the desired protocol now, and her large hand closes very carefully around that of the little white femme* My designation is Nightwish, and this is Mudflap. We belong to Sideswipe.
Cureall: *gently shakes the bigger femme's hand, smiling brightly* My little one is Starsong... belong to Sideswipe? *honest confusion.*
Nightwish: *nods* I'm his mate. Mudflap is his sparklet.
Mudflap: *burp without waking*
Cureall: *giggles at Mudflap's belch* He seems to take after his father. *She goes to sit next to the larger femme, bringing out a towel to wipe down her own squirming baby.* This one...she is mine and my mate Kigan's. *she peers at the resting sparkling* I would never have imagined Sideswipe having a sparklet.
Nightwish: *looks down at Cureall's daughter, noting the translucent gemstone quality of the little one's shell as she carefully tries to 'small talk' as Sideswipe has coached her* Yes, he does. Though he'll have to be larger before he really sounds like him. *drops her own handful of wet-wipes into the nearby trash container* Sideswipe has four kids. One is mine, as well. But only two are sparklets.
Cureall: *optics widen in surprise* Oh my. That's hard to imagine. They must all be a handful.
Nightwish: *pauses in silence for a moment as she works over Cureall's statement, then shakes her head slightly* No. They're too large for even my hands, and too small to fill the hands of the shipbots.
Cureall: *blinks, then bursts out into laughter* No! No, I meant they must be difficult to keep out of trouble.
Nightwish: *pats Mudflap as he wriggles at the laughing* Oh. Yes. According to most sources they and their older cousin are. Though my son is more careful than the others.
Cureall: *purrs softly* He takes after you then? You seem like the careful sort.
Nightwish: *a bit of gravity shows itself through her emotionlessness* Yes. We both have to be careful. *Then she looks at the little pastel pink and green Starsong* What is her protoform made from? My sensor readings are unable to trace a positive match to anything I've experienced.
Cureall: *looks down, kissing her sparklet's head* This one is not sure. Her father created her shell. She is strong though, and happy, so I do not think about it.
Nightwish: *quick thinking* Ah. Your mate is an engineer? *Showtime assures her that femmebots love to talk about their mates nearly as much as their sparklets and/or younglings, so she thinks this is a suitable topic to bring up*
Cureall: *smiles proudly* Among other things. He is an amazing mech. This one is still not sure what she did to deserve him.
Nightwish: *has heard both humans and bots say things like that last before... including her own mate. She's had the sentiment being expressed explained to her, but she still finds the statement puzzling* You chose him yourself?
Cureall: *thinks a moment* In the end, yes, maybe she did. It just seemed so natural, when we came together, for us to be mates.
Nightwish: Natural? What do you mean? *pats Mudflap as he squeaks and giggles in his stasis*
Cureall: *smiles as her own sparklet squeaks and tries to chatter back* ...Meant to be? Like a rule of science, it seemed right to be with him.
Nightwish: *tells Starsong gravely* He's in stasis. *optics go back to Cureall as she considers and tries to match words with experiences or observations* Do you think you were built to be a pair?
Cureall: *hums softly, considering it.* He was made by another, but our sparks seem to go together.
Starsong: *clicks softly and curls up to her Mama.*
Nightwish: I think I understand that.
Mudflap: *toot*
Nightwish: Excuse him.
Cureall: He is noisy. *giggles along with her sparklet*
Nightwish: *looks down at her mate's son* Yes, he is. But he's even noisier when he's awake.
Cureall: Ah? I can imagine so, as a child of Sideswipe. He and his brother are a rambunctious pair, no matter the universe.
Nightwish: *brushes cookie dust off the little black and red head, and then picks up the box, which actually still contains a couple of Blitzwing shaped Decepticon Scout cookies* Does your sparklet eat cookies?
Cureall:*looks at Starsong for a moment, the little one looking excited.* This one knows she enjoys energon goodies. She sees no harm in letting her try.
Nightwish: *holds the box out to the little one* They're the plain kind. Calcien, energon, carbon, and some minerals.
Starsong: *squeaks and reaches out to take a cookie, and then nibbles it happily, leaning back against Cureall with a coo.*
Cureall: *laughs softly.* She has my sweet tooth.
Nightwish: *slight shrug as she watches the tiny femme eat* Well, there are a lot of sweet things to get. Cookies, cakes, candies and stuff. We buy the pasgetti too. *frowns inwardly as she reminds herself why she and Mudflap are here*
Cureall: That sounds delicious. Amy sometimes brings home food for me and the kids to eat along with the boys.
Nightwish: Swindle sells it. The dead one. *sets the box with the last cookie where Cureall
can get it if she wants it, and then widens her sensor sweep of the surrounding nexus* Are Amy and the kids and the boys part of your team?
Cureall: *looks around in guilt before taking the cookie and sharing it with Starsong* They are this one's family.
Nightwish: Oh. *thinks up another question!* Why are you in the Nexus? Are you shopping?
Cureall: Just enjoying the people with Starsong mostly. What brings you out here Nightwish?
Nightwish: I'm looking for someone.
Cureall: *tilts her head* Who? Maybe this one can help you?
Nightwish: He's an Autobot named Optimus Prime. *slight frown as she remembers his vanishing*
Cureall: *blinks in surprise* This one has not seen any of them recently. Have you tried asking at the sign?
Nightwish: No. My orders were to sit and watch in case he made it here.
Cureall: *frowns and nods* This one understands. At least you have Mudflap to keep you company.
Nightwish: What do you mean, to keep me company?
Cureall: *tilts her head* Don't you get lonely?
Nightwish: I don't feel dejected when I'm alone. I'm usually alone.
Cureall: You don't miss having someone to be with?
Nightwish: *emotionlessly* No. But my mate does. And the others.
Cureall: You are strange. This one is almost crippled without others to be with. She envies those who can be alone.
Nightwish: *nods agreement to Cureall's 'you are strange'* I'm a freak. And I never had anyone to be with for very long. *slight shrug*
Cureall: *frowns and suddenly hugs Nightwish, and Starsong joins her.* Not a freak! You are just odd. Others can be alone like you as well. You are just not the norm.
Nightwish: *blinks at the hug* I am a freak. My spark can never go out. *looking at the two little femmes as she uses one hand to make sure that Mudflap is safe on her leg. After a few moments her other hand pat pats Cureall awkwardly*
Cureall: *looks up* How do you mean that?
Nightwish: *decides that sharing this information will pose no risk* Just as I said it. In the lab they did the same thing to all of us. But only I survived it. And then the team I was assigned to was cut down with cosmic rust. I survived. And I've tried putting it out. It doesn't work.
Cureall: *looks horrified* Why would you want to do such a thing?! You shouldn't ever try to do that.
Nightwish: *shrug* I was supposed to be with my team. And later I got bored. *no longer remembers the crushing sadness she felt at being rejected when she was younger*
Mudflap: *wriggles and clicks and hiccups, then calms down as Nightwish puts him to her shoulder and pats his back*
Cureall: *isn't sure what to say.* This one is sorry. Please don't ever try it again.
Nightwish: *slight frown* That would kill Sideswipe. It's my job to take care of him. *clearly has no real understanding of family or love, but is giving them her best shot*
Cureall: *nods* He must love you dearly, as you do him.
Nightwish: I love him? *slight frown* Decepticons don't love. *she says as she holds that sparklet so carefully*
Cureall: *picks Starsong back up* Really? So you say. *She smiles at the other's action, before rising* This one thinks it is time for her and Starsong to head home... *she points toward the castle* We live there, please visit sometime.
Nightwish: *running the smaller femme's words through her processor and trying to glean meaning from them. Also pulls up the response that Showtime told her was best for this sort of situation* It was a pleasure meeting you. Have a good afternoon.
Mudflap: *backfire*
Nightwish: *looks at him to make sure he's alright, though she follows Cureall with her sensors as the smaller femme walks toward the tall building in the distance*
((Co-written with violet_cure Originally posted September 18, 2009))
Cureall: *notices the other femme as she balances her own little one on a hip. She walks over with a smile.* They seem to have a gift for it, don't they? It just gives this one an excuse to fuss over her little one though.
Nightwish: *settles Mudflap across her lap and looks at the smaller femme* Are you talking about the mess, or the number of cookies they eat?
Cureall: *soft giggle* The mess mostly. *She holds out her hand* This one is Cureall. She is pleased to meet you.
Nightwish: *looks at the hand, still expressionless, then turns her ruby optics to Cureall's face* Hand shake?
Cureall: *nods and repositions Starsong on her hip.* Yes.
Nightwish: *knows the desired protocol now, and her large hand closes very carefully around that of the little white femme* My designation is Nightwish, and this is Mudflap. We belong to Sideswipe.
Cureall: *gently shakes the bigger femme's hand, smiling brightly* My little one is Starsong... belong to Sideswipe? *honest confusion.*
Nightwish: *nods* I'm his mate. Mudflap is his sparklet.
Mudflap: *burp without waking*
Cureall: *giggles at Mudflap's belch* He seems to take after his father. *She goes to sit next to the larger femme, bringing out a towel to wipe down her own squirming baby.* This one...she is mine and my mate Kigan's. *she peers at the resting sparkling* I would never have imagined Sideswipe having a sparklet.
Nightwish: *looks down at Cureall's daughter, noting the translucent gemstone quality of the little one's shell as she carefully tries to 'small talk' as Sideswipe has coached her* Yes, he does. Though he'll have to be larger before he really sounds like him. *drops her own handful of wet-wipes into the nearby trash container* Sideswipe has four kids. One is mine, as well. But only two are sparklets.
Cureall: *optics widen in surprise* Oh my. That's hard to imagine. They must all be a handful.
Nightwish: *pauses in silence for a moment as she works over Cureall's statement, then shakes her head slightly* No. They're too large for even my hands, and too small to fill the hands of the shipbots.
Cureall: *blinks, then bursts out into laughter* No! No, I meant they must be difficult to keep out of trouble.
Nightwish: *pats Mudflap as he wriggles at the laughing* Oh. Yes. According to most sources they and their older cousin are. Though my son is more careful than the others.
Cureall: *purrs softly* He takes after you then? You seem like the careful sort.
Nightwish: *a bit of gravity shows itself through her emotionlessness* Yes. We both have to be careful. *Then she looks at the little pastel pink and green Starsong* What is her protoform made from? My sensor readings are unable to trace a positive match to anything I've experienced.
Cureall: *looks down, kissing her sparklet's head* This one is not sure. Her father created her shell. She is strong though, and happy, so I do not think about it.
Nightwish: *quick thinking* Ah. Your mate is an engineer? *Showtime assures her that femmebots love to talk about their mates nearly as much as their sparklets and/or younglings, so she thinks this is a suitable topic to bring up*
Cureall: *smiles proudly* Among other things. He is an amazing mech. This one is still not sure what she did to deserve him.
Nightwish: *has heard both humans and bots say things like that last before... including her own mate. She's had the sentiment being expressed explained to her, but she still finds the statement puzzling* You chose him yourself?
Cureall: *thinks a moment* In the end, yes, maybe she did. It just seemed so natural, when we came together, for us to be mates.
Nightwish: Natural? What do you mean? *pats Mudflap as he squeaks and giggles in his stasis*
Cureall: *smiles as her own sparklet squeaks and tries to chatter back* ...Meant to be? Like a rule of science, it seemed right to be with him.
Nightwish: *tells Starsong gravely* He's in stasis. *optics go back to Cureall as she considers and tries to match words with experiences or observations* Do you think you were built to be a pair?
Cureall: *hums softly, considering it.* He was made by another, but our sparks seem to go together.
Starsong: *clicks softly and curls up to her Mama.*
Nightwish: I think I understand that.
Mudflap: *toot*
Nightwish: Excuse him.
Cureall: He is noisy. *giggles along with her sparklet*
Nightwish: *looks down at her mate's son* Yes, he is. But he's even noisier when he's awake.
Cureall: Ah? I can imagine so, as a child of Sideswipe. He and his brother are a rambunctious pair, no matter the universe.
Nightwish: *brushes cookie dust off the little black and red head, and then picks up the box, which actually still contains a couple of Blitzwing shaped Decepticon Scout cookies* Does your sparklet eat cookies?
Cureall:*looks at Starsong for a moment, the little one looking excited.* This one knows she enjoys energon goodies. She sees no harm in letting her try.
Nightwish: *holds the box out to the little one* They're the plain kind. Calcien, energon, carbon, and some minerals.
Starsong: *squeaks and reaches out to take a cookie, and then nibbles it happily, leaning back against Cureall with a coo.*
Cureall: *laughs softly.* She has my sweet tooth.
Nightwish: *slight shrug as she watches the tiny femme eat* Well, there are a lot of sweet things to get. Cookies, cakes, candies and stuff. We buy the pasgetti too. *frowns inwardly as she reminds herself why she and Mudflap are here*
Cureall: That sounds delicious. Amy sometimes brings home food for me and the kids to eat along with the boys.
Nightwish: Swindle sells it. The dead one. *sets the box with the last cookie where Cureall
can get it if she wants it, and then widens her sensor sweep of the surrounding nexus* Are Amy and the kids and the boys part of your team?
Cureall: *looks around in guilt before taking the cookie and sharing it with Starsong* They are this one's family.
Nightwish: Oh. *thinks up another question!* Why are you in the Nexus? Are you shopping?
Cureall: Just enjoying the people with Starsong mostly. What brings you out here Nightwish?
Nightwish: I'm looking for someone.
Cureall: *tilts her head* Who? Maybe this one can help you?
Nightwish: He's an Autobot named Optimus Prime. *slight frown as she remembers his vanishing*
Cureall: *blinks in surprise* This one has not seen any of them recently. Have you tried asking at the sign?
Nightwish: No. My orders were to sit and watch in case he made it here.
Cureall: *frowns and nods* This one understands. At least you have Mudflap to keep you company.
Nightwish: What do you mean, to keep me company?
Cureall: *tilts her head* Don't you get lonely?
Nightwish: I don't feel dejected when I'm alone. I'm usually alone.
Cureall: You don't miss having someone to be with?
Nightwish: *emotionlessly* No. But my mate does. And the others.
Cureall: You are strange. This one is almost crippled without others to be with. She envies those who can be alone.
Nightwish: *nods agreement to Cureall's 'you are strange'* I'm a freak. And I never had anyone to be with for very long. *slight shrug*
Cureall: *frowns and suddenly hugs Nightwish, and Starsong joins her.* Not a freak! You are just odd. Others can be alone like you as well. You are just not the norm.
Nightwish: *blinks at the hug* I am a freak. My spark can never go out. *looking at the two little femmes as she uses one hand to make sure that Mudflap is safe on her leg. After a few moments her other hand pat pats Cureall awkwardly*
Cureall: *looks up* How do you mean that?
Nightwish: *decides that sharing this information will pose no risk* Just as I said it. In the lab they did the same thing to all of us. But only I survived it. And then the team I was assigned to was cut down with cosmic rust. I survived. And I've tried putting it out. It doesn't work.
Cureall: *looks horrified* Why would you want to do such a thing?! You shouldn't ever try to do that.
Nightwish: *shrug* I was supposed to be with my team. And later I got bored. *no longer remembers the crushing sadness she felt at being rejected when she was younger*
Mudflap: *wriggles and clicks and hiccups, then calms down as Nightwish puts him to her shoulder and pats his back*
Cureall: *isn't sure what to say.* This one is sorry. Please don't ever try it again.
Nightwish: *slight frown* That would kill Sideswipe. It's my job to take care of him. *clearly has no real understanding of family or love, but is giving them her best shot*
Cureall: *nods* He must love you dearly, as you do him.
Nightwish: I love him? *slight frown* Decepticons don't love. *she says as she holds that sparklet so carefully*
Cureall: *picks Starsong back up* Really? So you say. *She smiles at the other's action, before rising* This one thinks it is time for her and Starsong to head home... *she points toward the castle* We live there, please visit sometime.
Nightwish: *running the smaller femme's words through her processor and trying to glean meaning from them. Also pulls up the response that Showtime told her was best for this sort of situation* It was a pleasure meeting you. Have a good afternoon.
Mudflap: *backfire*
Nightwish: *looks at him to make sure he's alright, though she follows Cureall with her sensors as the smaller femme walks toward the tall building in the distance*
((Co-written with violet_cure Originally posted September 18, 2009))