scc'Verse. The /Ark/. Christmas Present
Jazz: *has put a goofy red hat on her mate* Okay! Everybody that thinks they were good enough this year come ta Santa 'n get a present!
Trailbreaker: .>_<;;
Conny: *Can't... help but be amused by that.*
Sideswipe: I've been good! *so hopeful!*
Sunstreaker: *snort* Hitting on every single guy on the base isn't good.
Sideswipe: *wibble*
Optimus: *paying little attention to the twins. Her optics are focused on Contrail as she looks to see how the little flier is reacting to the cheer that has pervaded the mess hall. Though it's been several months since Contrail received news of Quickdart's death, the Prima is in no way assured that the small femme is dealing with the loss. However, Contrail having made friends with Bumblebee and Perceptor helps to ease her concern to a very small extent*
Conny: *She's cheered up somewhat... but there's still a strain to her smile, one that hasn't shaken completely in all the time since she'd gotten the news about Quickdart. She did her best to hide it, though, not wanting to upset the others, especially on a day like today.*
Perceptor: *wanders over to Contrail, his body language and mannerisms hesitant. Pauses as he gets near her, but then winces and goes forward again as the sparklet on his head kicks him impatiently*
Conny: *The little femme looked over at his approach, offering him a faint smile.* Hey there.
Panacea: *before Perceptor can respond she suddenly grins one of her wicked little grins and holds out a piece of plant material with white berries*
Perceptor: *startles at sight of that* Ah, Panacea, I do not think that that is an advisable activity. Perhaps we...
Panacea: *kicks him in the head and waves her weed*
Conny: *Her optics widen at the little scene, expression confused.* Perceptor... what's she doing?
Perceptor: *face plates heat with mortification as he quietly recites the history and uses of mistletoe* *even more quietly* She is trying to coerce me into kissing you, Miss. Please forgive... ouch!
Panacea: D< *kick kick!*
Conny: *Stares at him, face heating into a healthy blush as she listens.* P... Pancy... that's not very nice...
Panacea: *bitty growl* You need love. Percy needs love. *kicks Percy!*
Perceptor: .... *wibbles and tries to turn away, his face heating further* No, Panacea. This is not acceptable behaviour.
Conny: *The little femme shivers slightly at that, not sure if she should be upset about what Panacea is doing, or more hurt that Perceptor seems uninterested in her in that way.* Pancy... s-stop kicking Perceptor.
Panacea: Kiss! *massive pouting scowl*
Perceptor: You are being most cruel to Miss Contrail! *distress clear on his face*
Conny: *Ducks her head, trying to calm herself again.* It's... it's okay, Perceptor. S-she's just trying to help.
Perceptor: *looks at her with optics that are white with dismay* *softly* Help? By treating you in this way?
Conny: She's... just a sparklet. She doesn't mean anything by it...
Perceptor: *hand twitches, and his blushing grows worse. Then he's yelping softly as one of the other bots accidentally bumps into him as they tussle with a friend. The next thing he knows he's standing and holding Contrail protectively close as he looks for the source of the bump*
Panacea: *big grin*
Conny: *Lets out a startled yelp as she's suddenly in his arms, wings flickering in uncertainty.* Oh!
Perceptor: *soft gasp, and his arms tighten despite himself* F... for... forgive me!
Conny: It's... alright. *She offers him a small smile, the expression wry.* It was an accident...
Perceptor: *shaky intake* I... I should let go of you. *so much blush*
Conny: *Little tilt of her head, blushing just as badly.* I suppose so...
Perceptor: *shuts optics off, and then peeks. ...And hugs her a little more*
Conny: *She doesn't seem to be protesting in the least, wanting so very badly to be held like this, if the slight tremor of her wings is any hint.*
Perceptor: *gently lets go with one arm so that he can touch her face, unaware of Panacea abandoning ship and running away between the legs of the bigger bots* Miss Contrail, I... *BLUSH*
Conny: ...Yes, Perceptor? *She's blushing just as badly, a shy little smile on her face.*
Perceptor: I... Must I let go?
Conny: ...Please don't.
Perceptor: *intakes deeply and then puts the other arm around her again so that he can cuddle her very gently and tenderly* I... feared intruding on your mourning.
Conny: *ducks her head in against his shoulder, letting her own arms slide around under Perceptor's.* I... I think I need this. More than... more than I was letting myself believe...
Perceptor: *quietly and sadly* But this is not totally disinterested, Miss Contrail. I fear... I fear I've fallen in love with you.
Conny: *The femme looks almost startled at this, meeting Perceptor's gaze uncertainly* With... with me?
Perceptor: *looks her right in the optic despite the heat of his face. Terse and decisive nod*
Conny: ...W... why? I... I'm nothing special...
Perceptor: *gently, as he shyly drops his gaze again* You are beautiful, and gentle. Not to mention patient, sweet, and kind.
Conny: *Unable to think of anything to say to that, she hides her face against his shoulder again, frame shivering.*
Perceptor: *soft distress* I've frightened you.
Conny: N... no... I just... *She tightens her grip around him slightly, as if afraid he might change his mind and pull away.* You surprised me is all...
Perceptor: *tiny little shiver of joy that she's not afraid* Ah. *cuddles again, absently starting to hum to her softly* Please forgive me.
Conny: *Nestles in as close as she can manage, giving a quiet little nod at Perceptor's request.*
Perceptor: *softly* Do you wish to go and sit somewhere more quiet? This party will continue unabated for the remainder of the cycle bar untoward events.
Conny: O... okay. That sounds... It sounds nice.
Perceptor: *shocks himself white-opticked by gently setting his forehead to hers for a moment before he turns toward the door*
Conny: *She offers him a small smile at this, and will head out with him, though she's not intending to move out from under his arm anytime soon.*
Perceptor: *peeks at her shyly as they walk. Quietly* I believe I know the ideal location.
Conny: Okay... lead the way then... *Glances over at him, sheepishly looking away and blushing again when she catches his gaze.*
Perceptor: *blushes and stammers as they move down the corridor toward the security room* I... I know there are more attractive... more attractive mechs...
Conny: I... I don't know... *Shy little grin* I think... I think you're cute.
Perceptor: *stares with utter flabbergast* ...You do?
Conny: *Nods at this, expression warming* I do.
Perceptor: Well. I... er... *massive blush* Oh.
Conny: *Can't help but let out a soft laugh at that reaction.*
Perceptor: *blushes even more strongly, unaware that he he's only accenting his adorable factor*
Conny: See? This is what I'm talking about...
Perceptor: I... I... Oh. *swallows and guides her into the security room, still blushing much*
Cliffjumper: *looks around dolefully* Hey, guys. How's the party?
Conny: *amused* Hi Cliffjumper.
Perceptor: *has gotten himself in hand* You may go and determine the state of the party yourself. We shall take over your duties.
Cliffjumper: You will? *blinks, and then notices how the two are standing and looks gobsmacked* Uh. Thanks! See ya! *gone!*
Conny: *Laughs softly, watching Cliffjumper disappear down the hall.* Hmm. Doubt anyone else will be down this way until everything's done...
Perceptor: *deep intake* I know for a fact that no one else will enter this room till sometime tomorrow afternoon, unless they are called to do so. *looks thoughtfully at the chair, and then checks for another one*
Conny: *Just smiles at that.* Well, you picked a good spot then. *Pausing, she looks around, spotting a second chair nearby and goes to bring it a bit closer so they can sit together more easily.*
Perceptor: *brightens at sight of the second chair, and then gently offers her assistance in seating herself* *quietly, without bragging* Indeed, that is why I chose this room.
Conny: *Settles down on the chair, seeming a bit more relaxed than she'd been before this whole thing had started.* Mhm.
Perceptor: *seats himself next to her, and then pauses, uncertain of how to proceed*
Conny: *Shifts slightly in her seat to lean against his shoulder, with a small shy smile*
Perceptor: *expression relaxes as his arm goes out to encircle her and his cheek rests on her head* *quietly* Are you comfortable, Miss Contrail?
Conny: *Lets out a soft sigh, optics dimming slightly.* I am, yeah...
Perceptor: Ah, good... *reaches with his other hand to alter the view on one of the screens to show the world outside the front door of the base... and the big soft flakes coming down out there*
Conny: *She perks up slightly at the sight, just watching the slow drift of snowflakes, and the small eddies stirred up by the occasional gusts of wind.* It's so pretty out there...
Perceptor: *nod and a slight smile* Indeed. It is at times like this that I come close to understanding Hound's infatuation with the aesthetics of this world. Cuddles her gently as he watches as well*
Conny: *Just nuzzles in against his side, relaxing further.* Even if it is rather cold out there right now. It's nice to look at though...
Perceptor: *softly, as his free hand reaches over to touch hers* Yes...
Conny: *Smiles at this, her fingers brushing lightly against his*
Perceptor: *will gently hold her hand even as he cuddles with his arm around her. Is content to sit so and watch the snow all through the night*
((Co-written with javelinfemme))
Trailbreaker: .>_<;;
Conny: *Can't... help but be amused by that.*
Sideswipe: I've been good! *so hopeful!*
Sunstreaker: *snort* Hitting on every single guy on the base isn't good.
Sideswipe: *wibble*
Optimus: *paying little attention to the twins. Her optics are focused on Contrail as she looks to see how the little flier is reacting to the cheer that has pervaded the mess hall. Though it's been several months since Contrail received news of Quickdart's death, the Prima is in no way assured that the small femme is dealing with the loss. However, Contrail having made friends with Bumblebee and Perceptor helps to ease her concern to a very small extent*
Conny: *She's cheered up somewhat... but there's still a strain to her smile, one that hasn't shaken completely in all the time since she'd gotten the news about Quickdart. She did her best to hide it, though, not wanting to upset the others, especially on a day like today.*
Perceptor: *wanders over to Contrail, his body language and mannerisms hesitant. Pauses as he gets near her, but then winces and goes forward again as the sparklet on his head kicks him impatiently*
Conny: *The little femme looked over at his approach, offering him a faint smile.* Hey there.
Panacea: *before Perceptor can respond she suddenly grins one of her wicked little grins and holds out a piece of plant material with white berries*
Perceptor: *startles at sight of that* Ah, Panacea, I do not think that that is an advisable activity. Perhaps we...
Panacea: *kicks him in the head and waves her weed*
Conny: *Her optics widen at the little scene, expression confused.* Perceptor... what's she doing?
Perceptor: *face plates heat with mortification as he quietly recites the history and uses of mistletoe* *even more quietly* She is trying to coerce me into kissing you, Miss. Please forgive... ouch!
Panacea: D< *kick kick!*
Conny: *Stares at him, face heating into a healthy blush as she listens.* P... Pancy... that's not very nice...
Panacea: *bitty growl* You need love. Percy needs love. *kicks Percy!*
Perceptor: .... *wibbles and tries to turn away, his face heating further* No, Panacea. This is not acceptable behaviour.
Conny: *The little femme shivers slightly at that, not sure if she should be upset about what Panacea is doing, or more hurt that Perceptor seems uninterested in her in that way.* Pancy... s-stop kicking Perceptor.
Panacea: Kiss! *massive pouting scowl*
Perceptor: You are being most cruel to Miss Contrail! *distress clear on his face*
Conny: *Ducks her head, trying to calm herself again.* It's... it's okay, Perceptor. S-she's just trying to help.
Perceptor: *looks at her with optics that are white with dismay* *softly* Help? By treating you in this way?
Conny: She's... just a sparklet. She doesn't mean anything by it...
Perceptor: *hand twitches, and his blushing grows worse. Then he's yelping softly as one of the other bots accidentally bumps into him as they tussle with a friend. The next thing he knows he's standing and holding Contrail protectively close as he looks for the source of the bump*
Panacea: *big grin*
Conny: *Lets out a startled yelp as she's suddenly in his arms, wings flickering in uncertainty.* Oh!
Perceptor: *soft gasp, and his arms tighten despite himself* F... for... forgive me!
Conny: It's... alright. *She offers him a small smile, the expression wry.* It was an accident...
Perceptor: *shaky intake* I... I should let go of you. *so much blush*
Conny: *Little tilt of her head, blushing just as badly.* I suppose so...
Perceptor: *shuts optics off, and then peeks. ...And hugs her a little more*
Conny: *She doesn't seem to be protesting in the least, wanting so very badly to be held like this, if the slight tremor of her wings is any hint.*
Perceptor: *gently lets go with one arm so that he can touch her face, unaware of Panacea abandoning ship and running away between the legs of the bigger bots* Miss Contrail, I... *BLUSH*
Conny: ...Yes, Perceptor? *She's blushing just as badly, a shy little smile on her face.*
Perceptor: I... Must I let go?
Conny: ...Please don't.
Perceptor: *intakes deeply and then puts the other arm around her again so that he can cuddle her very gently and tenderly* I... feared intruding on your mourning.
Conny: *ducks her head in against his shoulder, letting her own arms slide around under Perceptor's.* I... I think I need this. More than... more than I was letting myself believe...
Perceptor: *quietly and sadly* But this is not totally disinterested, Miss Contrail. I fear... I fear I've fallen in love with you.
Conny: *The femme looks almost startled at this, meeting Perceptor's gaze uncertainly* With... with me?
Perceptor: *looks her right in the optic despite the heat of his face. Terse and decisive nod*
Conny: ...W... why? I... I'm nothing special...
Perceptor: *gently, as he shyly drops his gaze again* You are beautiful, and gentle. Not to mention patient, sweet, and kind.
Conny: *Unable to think of anything to say to that, she hides her face against his shoulder again, frame shivering.*
Perceptor: *soft distress* I've frightened you.
Conny: N... no... I just... *She tightens her grip around him slightly, as if afraid he might change his mind and pull away.* You surprised me is all...
Perceptor: *tiny little shiver of joy that she's not afraid* Ah. *cuddles again, absently starting to hum to her softly* Please forgive me.
Conny: *Nestles in as close as she can manage, giving a quiet little nod at Perceptor's request.*
Perceptor: *softly* Do you wish to go and sit somewhere more quiet? This party will continue unabated for the remainder of the cycle bar untoward events.
Conny: O... okay. That sounds... It sounds nice.
Perceptor: *shocks himself white-opticked by gently setting his forehead to hers for a moment before he turns toward the door*
Conny: *She offers him a small smile at this, and will head out with him, though she's not intending to move out from under his arm anytime soon.*
Perceptor: *peeks at her shyly as they walk. Quietly* I believe I know the ideal location.
Conny: Okay... lead the way then... *Glances over at him, sheepishly looking away and blushing again when she catches his gaze.*
Perceptor: *blushes and stammers as they move down the corridor toward the security room* I... I know there are more attractive... more attractive mechs...
Conny: I... I don't know... *Shy little grin* I think... I think you're cute.
Perceptor: *stares with utter flabbergast* ...You do?
Conny: *Nods at this, expression warming* I do.
Perceptor: Well. I... er... *massive blush* Oh.
Conny: *Can't help but let out a soft laugh at that reaction.*
Perceptor: *blushes even more strongly, unaware that he he's only accenting his adorable factor*
Conny: See? This is what I'm talking about...
Perceptor: I... I... Oh. *swallows and guides her into the security room, still blushing much*
Cliffjumper: *looks around dolefully* Hey, guys. How's the party?
Conny: *amused* Hi Cliffjumper.
Perceptor: *has gotten himself in hand* You may go and determine the state of the party yourself. We shall take over your duties.
Cliffjumper: You will? *blinks, and then notices how the two are standing and looks gobsmacked* Uh. Thanks! See ya! *gone!*
Conny: *Laughs softly, watching Cliffjumper disappear down the hall.* Hmm. Doubt anyone else will be down this way until everything's done...
Perceptor: *deep intake* I know for a fact that no one else will enter this room till sometime tomorrow afternoon, unless they are called to do so. *looks thoughtfully at the chair, and then checks for another one*
Conny: *Just smiles at that.* Well, you picked a good spot then. *Pausing, she looks around, spotting a second chair nearby and goes to bring it a bit closer so they can sit together more easily.*
Perceptor: *brightens at sight of the second chair, and then gently offers her assistance in seating herself* *quietly, without bragging* Indeed, that is why I chose this room.
Conny: *Settles down on the chair, seeming a bit more relaxed than she'd been before this whole thing had started.* Mhm.
Perceptor: *seats himself next to her, and then pauses, uncertain of how to proceed*
Conny: *Shifts slightly in her seat to lean against his shoulder, with a small shy smile*
Perceptor: *expression relaxes as his arm goes out to encircle her and his cheek rests on her head* *quietly* Are you comfortable, Miss Contrail?
Conny: *Lets out a soft sigh, optics dimming slightly.* I am, yeah...
Perceptor: Ah, good... *reaches with his other hand to alter the view on one of the screens to show the world outside the front door of the base... and the big soft flakes coming down out there*
Conny: *She perks up slightly at the sight, just watching the slow drift of snowflakes, and the small eddies stirred up by the occasional gusts of wind.* It's so pretty out there...
Perceptor: *nod and a slight smile* Indeed. It is at times like this that I come close to understanding Hound's infatuation with the aesthetics of this world. Cuddles her gently as he watches as well*
Conny: *Just nuzzles in against his side, relaxing further.* Even if it is rather cold out there right now. It's nice to look at though...
Perceptor: *softly, as his free hand reaches over to touch hers* Yes...
Conny: *Smiles at this, her fingers brushing lightly against his*
Perceptor: *will gently hold her hand even as he cuddles with his arm around her. Is content to sit so and watch the snow all through the night*
((Co-written with javelinfemme))