TPF. Tau and Autobot Base. Couples and an Attack

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Keepsake: *rolls over, sits up, blinks and sways with the swing of her hangover. And then looks down and belts Perceptor before falling off the berth*

Perceptor: *startled awake! Nearly falls off the berth as well*

Keepsake: You may be a lightweight, but you sure pack a punch.

Perceptor: *blink blink* Err.. Thank you?

Keepsake: *massive yawn that makes her jaw joints creak, and then stretches before frowning and looking upward. Rolls over and peers under the desk* Found your whichmadohicker you thought I borrowed.

Perceptor: *moving to get up to see just what Keepsake found.... aft, meet floor* Oh, dear....

Keepsake: *sniggerfit* You look like you went on a bender.

Perceptor: *quietly, as he tries to find something to assist in finding his footing* It would seem my equilibrium is compromised for the moment..... *pauses as he checks his fuel levels* Though I am not currently in need of fuel....

Keepsake: It's called a hangover, dork. *lovebombs, and then pauses and looks a bit puzzledly at her wrist, which isn't linked to his*

Perceptor: Yes, but I do not recall when we would have had time to refuel.... Unless Fixer tended to us while we were unconscious....

Keepsake: ...Are you feelin' what I'm feelin'?

Perceptor: *looks over from attempting to stay standing with the assistance of the berthside table* To a degree, yes....

Keepsake: *sends a rush of affection over the invisible link she can feel*

Perceptor: *and there's that shy little smile he only does for her... accompanied by his own lovebombing*

Keepsake: .>_o XD

Perceptor: *will make his way over to you now, Keepsake. Intends to fuss over you just a bit* *is slightly unsteady still*

Keepsake: *stretches again and shutters her optics* -My gas cap's ben unlocked.- *peek to see if he heard that*

Perceptor: *blushing just a bit now* -That confirms my hypothesis that we were tended to during our downtime....-

Keepsake: -Proly Fixer.- *squirms a bit and rolls onto her side to poke at his feet, her thoughts whimsical and silly*

Perceptor: *proceeds to gently fuss over Keepsake, as he normally does*

Keepsake: *sits up* Your nerd thing's still under the desk.

Perceptor: *not deterred from fussing* I will grab it later....

Keepsake: Okay. *reaches to give him a sharp jerk that will probably have his butt meeting the floor again*

Perceptor: *startled by that, aft does indeed meet the floor again*

Keepsake: Heh. *leans against him and blinks thoughtfully toward the screen that shows a view of the debris field*

Perceptor: *looks toward the screen as well, curious about whether there are new additions to it or not*

Keepsake: -Looks like a normal upshift. I see the miners out there.-

Perceptor: -Indeed.... And no pieces of any threats to the station....- *quietly content*

Keepsake: *then sits up* -That was Misty.-

Perceptor: *also sitting up a bit straighter* -Was it really?- *remembers the pink mech that had caught the young Bodycounter's optic*

Keepsake: -Yup.- *frowns* -Out workin' like usual.-

Perceptor: -Oh dear.... Does that mean that she was unsuccessful in locating the object of her affection?-

Keepsake: *frown deepens* -I still remember her bondin' him, even in the new time line.-

Perceptor: *slight frown* -Most curious....-

Keepsake: *soft snerk* -Never mind. Lookit that big asteroid back there.-

Perceptor: *looks* -Goodness me.... What is he doing?-

Keepsake: -It's a human courtship thing. He'll put their names or initials in that shape.-

Perceptor: *intrigued* -How curious.....-

Keepsake: -Oh oh, here comes Brawn.-

Perceptor: *watches Brawn's approach* *boggles when Scattershot sees Brawn and quickly distances himself from the minibot* -Oh my....-

Keepsake: *gets up and goes through the airlock to stick her head out the outer door* //Hey, Brawn!//

Brawn: *looks over from inspecting the carving Scattershot was doing* //What?//

Keepsake: //Lay off the pink thing. He's got bad mental subroutines attached to the colour yellow. ...And a Bodycounter for a bondmate.//

Brawn: *amused grin* //...Gotcha...// *going to get back to work*

Keepsake: *makes a cheerful rude gesture at Mistfire, and then shuts the door and comes back through the airlock* Dorks.

Perceptor: *concerned* What happened to Scattershot, to cause such a negative reaction to the color yellow, if I may ask?

Keepsake: *slight smirk* Bumblebee. And mud. And being stuck in the boonies by himself for a few days.

Perceptor: *has heard of the youngest member of Optimus Prima's crew* Oh... Oh, my....

Keepsake: Something about some dumbaft 'Con deciding to attack a whole stadium full of natives, and Optimus taking him out. Seems 'Shot was in the parking lot, and 'Bee was mean to him.

Perceptor: .... *small frown* In what way was Bumblebee 'mean' to Scattershot?

Keepsake: Like I said. *shrug* Mud. 'Shot's a pretty boy.

Perceptor: Hmm... And apparently quite high-strung....

Keepsake: *looks at the screen and sees a pink eeek dance in response to magnetic space dust* ...A little bit.

Perceptor: *small headshake*

Keepsake: *absently wanders over to the comm panel* Neh, back off. I gotta make a call.

Perceptor: *blink* Whom are you calling? *curious*

Keepsake: *surprised glance* -My CO?-

Perceptor: Ah.... *will move to check one of his experiments then*

Keepsake: *winces at the feelings she just picked up from him* -Percy... you thought I was gonna stay here...-

Perceptor: *quietly* -I had hoped....-

Keepsake: *soft wash of affection* -I can't. They need me over there. But I've got the teleporter.-

Perceptor: *quiet sigh* -True.....- *back for a quick snuggle*

Keepsake: *arms around him as she shares her feelings for him over their bond* -I'm always with ya anyway, dork.-

Perceptor: *nuzzle* -This is true....-

Keepsake: *gentle peck* -Now go look like we just got back from some trip or somethin', okay?-

Perceptor: -Alright...- *moves to bustle about and put his lab in slight disarray*

Keepsake: *grins and waits till he feels everything's ready, then turns to the screen and calls Earth*

WakeJumper: *answers after a slight delay* //Hey, Keepsake...// *and in the background, Ratchet can just barely be seen working on repairing Optimus, who is currently sitting on a crate*

Keepsake: *blinks* What's the bigbot got a face on her like that for?

WakeJumper: *expression goes a bit dark* //Megatron took a shot at 'Bee while he was driving Raf home....//

Keepsake: *hisses softly* That's the little one, right? Clipsie's favourite?

WakeJumper: *nods and cycles air for a few moments* //Raf had dark energon poisoning.... But he'll be alright.... Ratchet was able to figure out how to save him.... He's resting right now.... 'Bee won't put him down, and Denver about gave Beau a black eye when he tried to make her go sit on the couch....//

Keepsake: *looks at her chronometer* Whoaslag, they're all still at the base? It's past midnight.

WakeJumper: //It's too risky for them to go home right now. The weather's really bad.... So we're trying to find as much soft padding for the humans to sleep on as possible....//

Keepsake: Huh. *frowns* Who else is damaged?

WakeJumper: //Muhlisha, Torque, and Rockface. Muhlisha's in stasis, and in pieces.... Torque's cooling off after smashing his intakes closed and having to be forcibly sedated by Bulkhead.... And Rockface was touch-and-go for a bit....//

Keepsake: *scowls* How'd Bulky not get hurt?

WakeJumper: *chuckle* //Bulkhead was retrieving something big that the 'Cons were using to power the Nemesis. Witchy went with him.... They didn't even get to see any fighting till right near the end of the battle...//

Keepsake: ...The slaggin' engine?

WakeJumper: //Nope. A power source. We haven't had time to analyze it yet.... Been kinda busy with more important things.//

Keepsake: Yeah. *presses her lips together* I'll be right there. ...Where the slag's 'Clipsie? Workin' on the guys?

WakeJumper: *pauses to check on his mate* //... Scrap.// *books it down the hall* *faintly* //Circulate deeply, 'Clipsie!//

Keepsake: *shuts off the communicator screen and turns to look at her mate* Do you remember where I left my kit? Here or Earth?

Perceptor: *frowns and thinks* I do not recall that you had it in hand upon your most recent arrival....

Keepsake: Right. Earth. *grab, snog* See ya later.

Perceptor: *touches his forehead to hers* Take care....

Keepsake: *grins, then moves away from him and teleports to her room at the Earth base* Well slag, there it is.

Bumblebee: *peers through open door, blanket bundle of Raf and Denver in his arms* o.0

Eclipse: *can be heard rambling away just down the hall, with WakeJumper talking to her in soothing tones*

Denver: *manages a slight scowl for Keepsake before returning her attention to fussing over Raf*

Keepsake: *picks up her kit and heads out of the room, slipping past the yellow scout on the way* 'Scuse me, Bee. I gotta sister ta tend.

Bumblebee: Beewoooo... *watches her go*

Denver: *slight, absent shrug* *gently smooths Raf's hair*

WakeJumper: *holding Eclipse close and trying to get the spazzing femme to slow her intakes down*

Eclipse: *spazzing and rambling. Is in danger of overheating, even as she cycles air rapidly*

Keepsake: Sheesh, Wake, why don'tcha just tag her? *sedation gun!*

WakeJumper: Because you had the sedation gun. *eying said gun warily*

Keepsake: ...Where the slag's Ratchet's?

WakeJumper: That IS Ratchet's.

Keepsake: *looks at the gun* ...Okay, then where the frozen frag's mine?

Eclipse: *mumbling and clicking softly. Yes, she's out like a light*

WakeJumper: *careful shrug* No idea. Did you check your storage compartments?

Keepsake: *stink eye, and then goes to see Ratchet and Optimus*

Optimus: *impatient shoulder shrug as Ratchet moves to that part of her anatomy. Is still scowling darkly*

Ratchet: *quietly* Hold still, Optimus.

Optimus: *quiet grumble, but then blinks and turns her head to frown at the bot that just came in* ...Keepsake.

Ratchet: *glances over* *nods to Keepsake, then turns his attention to repairing Optimus*

Keepsake: Yeah, I'm back. Don't start the party yet. Want yer fraggin' zonk gun?

Ratchet: That would be appreciated. *doing his best to avoid poking sore spots too much*

Keepsake: *offers*

Optimus: *grimly* Was your mission successful, Keepsake?

Keepsake: *shrug* Only the nerd knows.

Ratchet: *will adjust the setting on the sedation gun to painkiller level and apply it before resuming repairs*

Optimus: *doesn't relax one inch*

Keepsake: ...You're not fragged at me, are ya?

Optimus: *shortly* No.

Ratchet: *sneaky hand will gently rub at a tense spot in Optimus' back*

Optimus: *very slight startled movement, and then a shudder as her chin drops to her chest*

June: *quietly, from where she's sitting limply on the older couch* She's still mad at Megatron.

Keepsake: Ohhh. ...Haven't seen her carry a mad like this before. So, Doc. Whaddya want me ta do?

Ratchet: If you would get a start on repairing Muhlisha... WakeJumper will be along to assist once he's gotten Eclipse situated... Torque should still be sedated, unless he's got a harder head than earlier anticipated....

Keepsake: Yeah, Bulky punched him in the head, huh? *turns toward the infirmary*

Ratchet: Yes... It was the quickest way... *working on Optimus... and rubbing her back in a comforting way*

Keepsake: *soft snerk* Considerin' he's usually tranq resistant?

Ratchet: .... That would have been helpful to know sooner.... *sigh*

Keepsake: *grins and scoots*


In the infirmary....


Keepsake: *tinkers with Torque's wiring till the connector in his processor is reconnected* Yo, wake up, afthat.

Torque: *optics flicker and he groans softly as he reboots*

Keepsake: *cheerfully pokes him in a dent, then opens his chest panel to have a look for heat damage*

Torque: *small flinch* *is sporting some heat damage, and it's a bit worse than the last time he overheated* *blink blink* When'd you get back, Keepie?

Keepsake: *as she brushes away charred insulation and then moves to open up his head* Just now. I went to call in and heard you fraggers were havin' fun without me.

Torque: ... It wasn't as fun as you'd think....

Keepsake: Sarcasm, Torky. You still don't get it. And you're an old guy. Sheesh.

Torque: .... Oh.... *optics move to look at a nearby table* 'Lisha's gonna be okay.... Is Rocky gonna be alright?

Keepsake: *turns head and gives the green mech a quick scan* Yeah. Where's his girl?

Torque: Dunno.... Maybe patrolling with Bulky and Witchy?

Keepsake: Okay. So long as she ain't fragged. We'd never slaggin' hear the end 'a that.

Torque: *soft snort* No... Rocky'd never let us hear the end of it....

Keepsake: *fiddling around in his head* ... *vituperation* I'm gonna haveta take this off.

Torque: ...Take what off?

Keepsake: Your freakin' head. *slight evil grin*

Torque: ....Put me in stasis first?

Keepsake: Can't. Dunno where my gun is.

Torque: ...Borrow Ratchet's?

Keepsake: I just slaggin' gave it back ta him, ya boltbrain.

Hot Rod: *soft sound, snuggles Panacea and watches Aunty*

Torque: You can't take my head off without a sedation gun! *wibble*

Hot Rod: *giggles* Not usin' it....

Keepsake: *frowns toward the sparklet* Huh?

Hot Rod: *big grin* Not usin' head...

Keepsake: *snort* Whatever. You seen my slaggin' tranq gun, kid? *back to fiddling with the contents of Torque's helm*

Hot Rod: Umm.... *innocent expression*

Keepsake: *gaze snaps up to little bot* ...You didn'.

Hot Rod: *INNOCENT*

Keepsake: Argh! What the frozen pit slag did I say about eatin' what we got for ya 'n not anybody's tools?????

Hot Rod: *abandon ship! Wait... Grab Pansy and THEN abandon ship!*

Keepsake: Come back here you little fragger! *after scooting bitties*

Optimus: *head up, looks over shoulder* What???

Ratchet: *looks up with a frown*

Hot Rod: X3 *gonna hide on Pansy's Mama!*

Keepsake: ARGH! *enriches everyone's vocabulary, and then turns and stomps back down the hall*

Optimus: ... *blinks and looks down* Hot Rod, are you laughing?

Hot Rod: X3 *giggling muchly where he's got his face against Pansy's Mama's leg*

Ratchet: ...What was that about?

Hot Rod: *hiding more, kthx*

Optimus: *reaches down with the hand that works to poke the little mech* Hot Rod? Ratchet asked you a question.

Hot Rod: *squeak* *sheepish expression is a go*

Ratchet: *will ping Keepsake's comm and ask her then*

Keepsake: *has removed the outer plating of Torque's head and is busy fixing intakes* *absently* //Little fragger ate my tranquer.//

Ratchet: .... *facepalm* *looks to Hot Rod* Tools aren't for eating.

Hot Rod: *hunkers down*

Optimus: *sighs and gently scoops both youngsters up onto her filthy lap* I think that's a trait of babies, Ratchet. And toddlers.

Ratchet: Yes, but from the sound of things, Keepsake needs a sedation gun....

Hot Rod: *small frown as he sees how filthy Optimus' lap is, then his expression's brightening* Bathtime?

Optimus: Hmmm? *blinks and is distracted from talking to her husband by her ward's question*

Hot Rod: *reaches to poke Optimus* Bathtime?

Optimus: Oh. Ah. Not yet. Ratchet's still repairing me.

Ratchet: //Keepsake, if you need a sedation gun, borrow mine, but bring it back when you're done.// *back to work on repairs*

Keepsake: *absently* //I'm good. But thanks anyhow.//

Hot Rod: *small frown* Hurt?

Optimus: *gently, her anger and tension forgotten in the necessity of reassuring the sparklet* Not badly. I'll be alright.

Hot Rod: *soft clicks and careful snuggles*

Optimus: *gently puts her hand on his back, then lifts her head and frowns as she hears an engine in the tunnel* Beau shouldn't have come back tonight.

June: *up and over to peer cautiously over the balcony railing*

Jack: *wakes and sits up warily*

Ratchet: *frowns and moves to see who could be coming in at this time of night*

Optimus: It is Beau. *starts to stand up, bitties held close*

Hot Rod: *scoldy clicks. If you're gettin' repaired, you gotta stay put or the medic'll chase you down and wrench you!*

Beau: *parks his car and gets out. Looks just a bit harried, but he's moving to get everything he bought out of the trunk and back seat. Has air mattresses, a good pump, sleeping bags, pillows, blankets, more food for Fuzzbutt, and even has everything necessary to make pancakes, plus some turkey Spam, and a camp stove to cook breakfast on* *is so tired and keyed up that he's forgotten that the base sports a working kitchen*

Ratchet: *stops short upon sighting the hated blue cans* *does NOT like Spam because it smells horrible, it's greasy, and the pig stuff is NOT fit for human consumption* Lt. Col MacKenzie....

Beau: It's not pork spam, Ratchet. *just wants to get everything set up so he can get some sleep*

Optimus: *looking over Ratchet's shoulder as a sleepy Jack stumbles down to help Beau get everything moved to the balcony* The weather's still dangerous, Beau. *frowns at him*

June: *also giving Beau a reproving look*

Beau: I've driven through worse, with a sleeping toddler in the back seat, Optimus....

Optimus: *frown, loom, worry*

June: *reaches up to touch Beau's shoulder* Come on. Jack saved a space for your bed.

Beau: *small nod, moves to unpack one of the air mattresses and the pump.... will probably pass out on it without even bothering with a pillow or blanket*

Optimus: *worried rumble, but has her good arm full of babies and can't poke him and see if he's alright*

June: *laughing softly as she gets a pillow under Beau's head and pulls his shoes off*

Ratchet: *scans Beau* ...He's asleep.

Beau: *and snoring*

June: *rolls him onto his side and gets him out of his jacket too, then covers him up and tucks a green plush teddy bear into his arms*

Jack: o.0 Mom...

June: Shhh. *chuckle*

Ratchet: *raised brow ridge, glances to Optimus, hoping for an explanation*

Optimus: *is watching the humans to try and work out understanding of their actions herself*

Beau: *soft mumble, pulls the teddy bear closer*

Jack: o.0 I didn't see that. *back to his own sleeping space with another of the mattresses*

June: *pleased grin*

Optimus: *offers bitties to Ratchet*

Ratchet: *will hold bitties*

Optimus: *reaches into the bag the teddy bear came out of and produces a soft red and pink pony with pale purple yarn hair and flower-printed hide. Turns and brings it to where Bumblebee is gently baby dancing Raf and Denver* Here, Bumblebee. This may comfort Raf.

Bumblebee: *looks at toy and nods* Beebeewoo! *stops dancing so that the Prima can tuck the toy in with his partner*

Raf: *sleepy sigh and snuggles the softy* Thanks, 'Bee. *looks even younger without his glasses on and with those dark circles under his eyes*

Bumblebee: *very soft 'wooooooo' in reply*

Denver: *gently smooths Raf's hair again, even though she's close to conking out*

Optimus: *quietly* There's enough bedding now, Denver.

Denver: *quietly* Dun' wanna leave Raf 'lone...

Bumblebee: *beeps and twitters*

Optimus: Bumblebee says that you can put a bed for the two of you on his berth.

Bumblebee: *nod nod*

Denver: *quiet, sleepy* 'Kay....

Optimus: *goes and gets a mattress and some blankets, as well as another plush. Brings these back and sets them in Bumblebee's arms, then watches as he turns and walks toward his quarters*

Hot Rod: *SCOLDY CLICKSTORM*

Ratchet: *looks* Optimus, sit back down.... *not that he's not amused*

Optimus: *turns and gives a surprised look to Hot Rod, then winces as Panacea baps the older sparklet in the face without waking*

Hot Rod: *startled squeak*

Ratchet: *sighs and checks Hot Rod for injury*

Hot Rod: *warily looking at Panacea, half expects to get walloped again*

Panacea: *snuggling and sleeping as she hugs her doll*

Hot Rod: O.o *click*

Optimus: ...I think she was saying that you were being too noisy.

Hot Rod: o.o

Optimus: *gently smooths his helm, then takes him and Panacea and holds them to her chest as she walks over to her seat*

Ratchet: *will get back to work on repairing Optimus' injuries*

Optimus: *silently pondering the day, and the violent weather outside. Chin soon tips forward onto her chest, and then she's listing*

Ratchet: *will make sure Optimus doesn't fall over* *scans her in the meantime*

Optimus: *healthy, though in need of defrag time. Damage of the day mostly taken care of except for that wrenched shoulder*

Ratchet: .... *will move to support Optimus, intends to get her laying down and resting so he can work on her shoulder*

Bulkhead: *comes wandering in, and then looks up* Need a hand? *quick glance at the balcony* ...Where's Raf and Denver?

Ratchet: Bumblebee has them.... Denver didn't want to leave Rafael's side....

Bulkhead: *very slight relaxing* Oh. Okay. So, you need that hand?

Ratchet: That would be appreciated.

Hot Rod: *clicks at Bulkhead*

Bulkhead: Heh. Hi, Roddy. *gently scoops Optimus up along with her little ones, then straightens* Infirmary?

Ratchet: Quarters. She needs to rest once I've gotten her shoulder repaired.

Bulkhead: Alright. *turns and carries his burden toward the quarters* Oh, Witchy stopped by that old abandoned gas station to talk to Arcee.

Ratchet: *following* WakeJumper and Keepsake are working on Torque and Muhlisha... Rockface will be alright once he's rested...

Bulkhead: *gruffly* Good. Arcee might be too, then. *into Optimus, Ratchet, and the little bots' room*

Ratchet: *will make sure Hot Rod and Panacea are tucked into their blankets in the crate*

Hot Rod: *snuggles Pansy and clickstorms softly at Bulkhead*

Panacea: *boot, crackle, snuggle Roddy and hide face on dolly*

Hot Rod: *snuggle*

Ratchet: *soft, amused chuckle*

Bulkhead: Ack! Ratchet...

Optimus: *blink blink. Let's go of Bulkhead's neck. Does not wake up well sometimes yet*

Ratchet: *soothingly* Easy, Optimus. *moves to approach slowly, hands up where Optimus can see them. Isn't a threat. Definitely not a threat*

Optimus: *inhales shakily, then rubs her face with the hand that works* Sorry, Bulkhead.

Bulkhead: It's okay. *frowns at her with concern, then frowns at Ratchet before heading out of the room*

Ratchet: *will work on Optimus' shoulder after giving her hand a gentle squeeze*

Optimus: *slight smile, and then lifts her head to look toward the little bed* *look on her face is similar to what June wears when she checks on Jack*

Hot Rod: *sleepy little smile, then he's snuggling close to Panacea and shuttering his optics*

Optimus: *slight smile returns as she lays her head back. Looks at Ratchet* *quietly* If Raf hadn't been with Bumblebee that wouldn't have happened to him.

Ratchet: *quietly* I don't want to think of what could have happened if Rafael hadn't been with Bumblebee...

Optimus: Megatron probably wouldn't have noticed him.

Ratchet: Or he would have decided to finish what he had started....

Optimus: You heard him. He never noticed Raf, and was surprised to learn that he'd damaged him. *sighs and moves her head impatiently*

Ratchet: *soft sigh, back to work*

Optimus: But feeling guilty about that's useless. *very quiet chuckle* And would probably cause every one of our human friends to give me a piece of their minds.

Ratchet: *quietly* And how....

Optimus: I hate to think of what it'd be like without them. *winces as he moves a torn wire, then blinks and lifts her head as she hears laughter coming from the direction of the control room* What the...?

Ratchet: *working on repairing the torn wire, small frown as he hears the laughter* I'm not sure.....

Optimus: *optics widen* That's Arcee.

Ratchet: .... Stay put. *will go and investigate*

Witchblade: *laughing as she tries to keep a giddy Arcee from going over to poke Jack*

Arcee: *would probably be doing floor time if not for Witchblade*

Bulkhead: o.0 *as he watches the femmebots*

Ratchet: .... Do I dare ask?

Witchblade: *turns her head and grins at him. Optics are a bit too bright* Hey, Doc. I mixed up some medicine for 'Cee, 'n she's feelin' better.

Ratchet: .... Medicine?

Arcee: *snickerfit*

Bulkhead: *facepalm* There was sludge in the bottom of that tank at the filling station, wasn't there?

Witchblade: *lovely and impish grin* Bootleg cures all.

Ratchet: *facepalm*

Bulkhead: ...There any left over?

June: *scoldy looking frown from her couch*

Ratchet: *pinches the bridge of his nose*

Witchblade: Just help me get her ta Keepie, Bulky.

Bulkhead: *goes over and reaches down to pick Arcee up* *glum* Yeah yeah. Somebody's gotta stay alert anyhow.

Arcee: Whoah.... Where'd the ground go?

Ratchet: *will head back to Optimus, sooo not amused.... okay, that's a lie. He's NEVER seen Arcee overcharged....* *headshake and a chuckle*

Bulkhead: Dunno. It's pretty far down there. *turns toward the hall* But that happens when ya go on a magic carpet ride.

June: *facepalms behind them*

Ratchet: *can't hide his amusement*

Arcee: *soooo not fit for duty.... or much of anything, really* .... Heh.... Magic carpet... *snickerfit*

Witchblade: *scoots ahead and vanishes into the infirmary. Bumps into WakeJumper and then fiddles with Rockface's fuel port*

WakeJumper: *looks over from where he's working on reconnecting Muhlisha's legs* .... What are you doing, Witchblade?

Witchblade: *giggle* Givin' Rocky a little medicine. *dumps her flask into his tank, then quickly closes the fuel intake and steps back*

WakeJumper: ... *scans Rockface* ... *facepalms as the mech jerks awake*

Rockface: *making the monitors YELL* *cringe*

Keepsake: *goes over and swats him* Settle down, frag for processor. It's just Witchy's bootleg.

Rockface: *more cringe at the swat* That stuff burns, Keepie...

Keepsake: Good fer what ails ya. *frowns at Bulkhead* What're you lookin' at, dipstick?

Arcee: *more snickerfit*

Bulkhead: The beds're all full.

Keepsake: Are not. Stick her over by Rocky. *back to work pulling burned insulation out of Torque*

Rockface: *small frown* 'Cee's hurt?

Bulkhead: *gently plunks the blue femme down next to the green mech. Then acks and goes after Witchblade for jabbing him between armour plates*

Arcee: *startled squeak, but then she's blinking a bit and grinning as she realizes where she is.... and then Rockface is getting snuggled*

Rockface: *trying to check Arcee for injury, though he's starting to feel a bit fuzzy-headed*

Witchblade: *as she runs around the room to keep out of Bulkhead's grasp* KISS HIM! EEEEEEEhahahaha!

Arcee: *heeey, that sounds like a good idea....* *grab, SNOG*

Rockface: *startled flail, though he's soon settling down as Arcee makes his head spin*

WakeJumper: *facepalm*

Keepsake: Hand me the light spanner, slaghead. *reaches without looking up*

WakeJumper: *hands the spanner over*

Keepsake: *doesn't blink as the room suddenly strobes with a flash of light* How loud can Optimus yell?

WakeJumper: ... I'm not sure... Hopefully not as loud as Ratchet.

Keepsake: How loud does he yell?

Ratchet: *from outside, following a crunch* BULKHEAD, I NEEDED THAT!

WakeJumper: ...There's your answer. *back to work on Muhlisha*

((Written with random_xtras))