Triwaysverse. Autobot Base. All is not Lost
plant: *a bit quiet for the moment, with 'Bots out on patrol or on monitor duty. It's been a couple days since the incident involving the virus that Showtime picked up, and for the most part, things have started to settle into a new routine...*
Showtime: *either escaped or was released from the medilab, is looking for Optimus, since she wants to show him something*
Optimus: *removing pirated disks from the entertainment center* :\
Chandelle: *Glances over her shoulder from where she's sitting by the surveillance feeds, noticing what Optimus is doing.* What's that?
Showtime: *soft, happy sound as she finds Optimus, will proceed to try and tug him towards the monitors now, kthx*
Optimus: Illegally copied videos. *frowns at the cases* And I'm not even sure they're from this reality... *then acks and straightens as his girlfriend gets hold of his hand and tugs on him* What? *sets cases aside and tries to pick Showtime up, making quiet and soothing sounds as he does*
Chandelle: *Quirks an optic ridge at that, about to say something in response before Showtime distracts the Prime. With a faint smile, she turns her attention back to the feed, not wanting to be rude and eavesdrop.*
Showtime: *doesn't want picked up... Wants to lead Optimus over to the monitors, is being pretty insistant!*
Optimus: But... Showtime, you need to lay down. If Ratchet wakes up and finds you out here... *failure to convince is go?*
Chandelle: Looks like she's got somethin she wants y'to see. Maybe after you do, she'll be more likely to go back to restin'?
Showtime: *nod nod. Will change one of the monitor screens to the cable package's classical channel, and grin*
Jazz: *pings Optimus' comm* //Hey, Optimus, did Docbot suggest playin' the type'a music Show useta like?//
Optimus: *bemusedly trying to figure out how he managed to get all the way across the room while trying to convince Showtime to go the other direction* *pokes self in ear* //...What's that, Jazz?//
Jazz: //...So it wasn't you that started playin' it?//
Optimus: *frown* //Aren't you on patrol?// *blink blinks as he finally actually hears what Showtime's looking so happy about, and then he's gasping and yanking her off her feet to hug her and stare at her face* You remember?
Chandelle: *Smiles brightly at this, hoping that Optimus is right*
Showtime: *squeaks as she's hugged, but her grin doesn't go away* *quietly* Vivaldi's "Spring"... *which is what is currently playing*
Jazz: //... So if it ain't you, 'n it ain't me...// *sounds so surprised and pleased*
Optimus: //It's Showtime! Jazz, she remembers! She REMEMBERS!// Yes. Yeah, you're right. *chin trembles*
Chandelle: That's great! *Might be wibbling a bit there*
Ratchet: *Sleepyvoice* //What's all the racket about?//
Showtime: X3 *hiding against Optimus now. No missing patient here!*
Jazz: //We need cookies!// *laughing over comms*
Optimus: *cuddling Showtime close, his cheek resting on her helmet* //Ratchet, Showtime remembers her music!//
Ratchet: //Yeah? Well if that don't beat all!// *You're off the hook for now, missy.*
Showtime: *content. Has music, and snuggles are happening... 'Course, now she's starting to get sleepy...* *soft sigh*
Optimus: *settles in the nearest empty chair, utterly unembarrassed now as he settles his girlfriend on his lap and murmurs to her softly while he gently touches her helmet* I didn't dare hope...
Ratchet: //How's she doin?// *Creaking his way out to the main room*
Showtime: *nuzzle, shutters her optics and listens to Optimus' systems working. Looks utterly content, and just a bit smug*
Optimus: //She's going back to sleep, I think.// *clears static from his vocalizer*
Ratchet: *From the doorway* I can see that. *Wry grin*
Showtime: *more quailchick impression. Good luck getting her away from Optimus, Ratchet!*
Optimus: Shhh, shhh. It's alright. Ratchet won't hurt you, Showtime. *gently smooths his fingers over her helmet as he wraps his other arm around her reassuringly* Shhh. *pause* //Jazz, what do you know about pirated entertainment disks?//
Ratchet: *Crouches near Optimus and Showtime, showing her the scanner in his hand* Just wanna get a scan, make sure you're okay. Don't even hafta let go of Prime.
Showtime: *relaxes. Is comfy here, and since she doesn't have to let go of Optimus, she's going to stay put*
Optimus: //Jazz?// *and then he's blinking and grinning* She understood you perfectly, Ratchet.
Jazz: //...Er... I might.....//
Ratchet: *Amused chuckle, starting that scan* That she did. She's a smart one, your femme.
Showtime: *pushed herself a little farther than she probably should have for now, but will be alright with rest* *quietly* Mine...
Optimus: *no flinching, scowling, or protest in answer to Ratchet's words. Instead is distracted from getting to the bottom of the pirated disks as he smiles at the femme in his arms* Yeah, you're right, Showtime.
Ratchet: *Finally finishes, tucking the scanner away with a grin* She's lookin' good. Just needs rest.
Showtime: *very slight, sleepy peek at Optimus* *even quieter* You're mine.
Chandelle: *Hears Showtime's comments and grins over her shoulder at the two, but doesn't say anything.*
Optimus: *softly agrees with the blue femme again, and then moves to get up* //Jazz, I need you back at the plant. I'm going to make sure Showtime gets some rest and I need you to be in charge.//
Ratchet: *Straightens again, tilting back to try and get his back struts to pop* Lemme know if anything changes.
Jazz: //Gotcha, O.P. Headin' back now...//
Showtime: *very slight huff that gets interrupted by a yawn* *clicks softly*
Optimus: *on his feet now and heading for the hallway as the music continues to play behind them* *softly* Let's get you to bed now.
Ratchet: *Trundles back towards the medbay*
Chandelle: *Considers going and finding her mate and showing him how much she cares. By picking a fight with him, of course*
Showtime: *sleepy clicks, snuggling motion* *absently, isn't very awake right now* Cookies later...
Jazz: *just arrived back home, will turn the music down, but not off*
Optimus: *softly* Sure. We can have cookies later. *lays on the medilab table with a sigh and holds Showtime close*
Ratchet: *Dims the medilab lights and heads to his own quarters*
Chandelle: *Sends Blitzwing an idle ping over comms and gets snarked at*
Showtime: *snuggles close and conks out, a small smile firmly on her face*
plant: *settles down to soft music haunted silence*
((written with abot_chandelle and random_xtras))