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grv. Fort Lamont. Breakfast Time
This takes place the morning after this log
Fort Lamont: *quiet, as it usually is around four in the morning. Everyone not on night guard is asleep, or resting quietly*
Blackout: *sets her snoozing son on her drunken husband, then gets up and walks over to the house. To the woman who just stepped out onto the porch* Hattie, why is the new baby crying?
Hattie: *bleary frown for you, Blackout. It's her morning to make breakfast, but she's been up off and on through the night, helping Dixie with the baby when Matt's been too exhausted to help*
Blackout: *frowns* You should be asleep.
Hattie: *tiredly* Ah gotta fix breakfast, Blackout...
Blackout: *scowls* You can't do it. Give me a recipe.
Hattie: *soft sigh, will give Blackout the recipe for beaten biscuits*
Blackout: *frowns* I think you made a mistake. What do I do with the dough after it's mixed?
Hattie: Th' dough needs t' be pounded f'r 'n 'our wit' a 'ammer... *holding onto the railing now*
Blackout: *reaches onto the porch to grab the woman and lay her carefully on the pillow-filled wicker love seat* You need to sleep.
Hattie: *soft sigh as she's made to lay down* *quietly* Th' biscuits'll go good wit' 'am...
Blackout: *was researching even as she lay her friend down* I know what goes with the biscuits. Sleep now. *puts cushions over Hattie to camouflage and insulate her*
Hattie: *will get comfortable*
Blackout: *rises to her feet and walks over to Optimus and Elita's house, where she knocks on the door*
Elita: *very groggy once she manages to get to the door*
Blackout: *frowns down at the smaller woman* Are you functional enough to help me with something?
Elita: I will be, once I get some fuel.
Blackout: Good. I need assistance in making human breakfast. *up onto her feet and moving toward the bot barrack*
Elita: *sees Hattie on the love seat on the porch, will retrieve a spare blanket, one that Silverbolt brought home at one point. Moves to cover the elderly woman with said blanket*
Hattie: *absent, sleepy mumble*
Blackout: *stops and looks back and down*
Hattie: *close to being fully asleep*
Elita: *soft chuckle* *quietly* Good night, Hattie. *will move to follow Blackout*
Drift: *coming back from her morning walk. Pauses and gives Blackout and Elita a puzzled look*
Blackout: Is she the right temperature now?
Elita: She is. And the blanket is a comfort to her, so she'll rest easily.
Blackout: *nods, and then looks at Drift* You. I need assistants for making breakfast. Go get Bluestreak.
Drift: Alright. *will go to find the gunner*
Blackout: *hears another voice* Catherine and Showtime, I need assistants for making breakfast. Come with me.
Showtime: *moving to lead Mama out to see Aunty Blackout*
Elita: *blinking a bit as she realizes just what Blackout's role at the fort really is... She's the Base Mother*
Blackout: *reaches into the storage shed and helps herself to the big bowls that so recently held rice dressing* *sets down three of them, then walks and gets one of the huge flour sacks* Someone with small hands bring me pork grease, and milk.
Catherine: How much milk, and how much grease?
Blackout: Three and a half gallons of the milk. And one of the trays of the grease. *starts measuring flour into the bowls. Also adds the needed salt*
Catherine: ... Alright. I'll get the milk first. *goes to get one of the big five gallon containers of milk*
Bluestreak: *heard long before he's seen, is chatting with Drift about what Blackout could be making*
Drift: *occasionally making acknowledgment sounds. Has learned that you don't need to listen to ALL of the words coming out of Bluestreak's mouth to understand what the gunner's talking about*
Catherine: *back with the milk, will go get the pork grease*
Blackout: *gives a bowl to Elita, and bowls to Drift and Bluestreak as they arrive* Sterilize your hands and then mix eight tablespoons of milk into this flour so that it forms a stiff dough.
Elita, Drift, and Bluestreak: *will do as instructed*
Showtime: *clicking and scooting around. Is supervising, Aunty!*
Blackout: *back to the storage shed to get the massive oak block on which cooked pork and beef are cut. Sets this down and forms one hand into a jackhammer-like device and then into a dough roller* When the dough is ready put it on this block and repeat the process twice. Catherine, go get a ham and slice it.
Catherine: Alright. How big of one? Or should I use my best judgement?
Blackout: *tells her the desired amount. It's going to need those two big ones from that massive sow that Blackout brought in a few months ago*
Catherine: *nods and goes to retrieve the hams. Knows quite well the story of the big sow who got so big that she was able to walk right through a barn wall. The farmer who had owned the massive pig told Blackout that she could have the hams if she killed the sow. General consensus on the base is that the hams are really high quality*
Blackout: *startled sound of displeasure and snatches the carving knife from Showtime as she sees the hatchling come out of the house with it* You are too young to manipulate that implement.
Showtime: *much frown and clickstorm!*
Blackout: *with finality* No. Go get two jars of red jam.
Showtime: *grumps a bit, but goes to get the requested items. She was helping, Aunty!*
Blackout: *sticks the knife lightly into the side of the butcher block*
Drift: Blackout, is this the correct consistency for the dough?
Blackout: *scans the dough* Punch it more.
Drift: *small nod, back to work*
Blackout: *without turning* Scanner, don't put your finger in the grease.
Scanner: *clickstorm*
Blackout: *accepts Elita's first batch of dough and flattens it on the block* Fingers out of the milk.
Scanner: *more clickstorm!*
Blackout: No sugar in your tank.
Scanner: *chirps*
Showtime: *fussing from the store room. Aunty, there's too many red jams!*
Blackout: *frowns and goes to hunker down and look through the storeroom wall* Get the first ones you can reach.
Showtime: *more fussing. There's still too many, and she doesn't know what tastes good together!*
Blackout: *slight huff* First two nearest the door on the bottom shelf.
Showtime: *much clickstorm as she goes to grab the two Aunty indicated*
Catherine: *to Scanner* No, go sit by the barn. *back to cutting the rind off the hams*
Scanner: *cheeky chirps, but moves to comply*
Blackout: *takes the jam pots as Showtime comes out of the storeroom* Good. Now go keep Scanner out of trouble.
Showtime: *much clickstorm, goes to snuggle on Sissy*
Blackout: *removes the paraffin wax from both pots, then puts the pots on the work table and walks over to give one cake of wax to each young bot* Make sure to clean the fruit off.
Scanner: *much excited chirping and clicking!*
Showtime: Eeeee! *gleeflail*
Catherine: *chuckles* Blackout, you just made their morning.
Blackout: *snorts and stops to look into the barn loft* Jinju, what are you doing under there?
Jinju: *sing sing sing from where she's happily tucked under the floor of her mama's tent*
Senaiji: *groggy as he starts to get going for the day*
Jinju: *hears him and sings louder*
Blackout: *snorts and comes back to hunker by the butcher block while she waits for the rest of the dough*
Drift: *bringing her container of dough over*
hour later
Blackout: *scowls as she looks up from rolling the dough flat and folding it* Catherine, are you damaged?
Catherine: *sounds a bit spooked* No, but I need to take a break.
Blackout: *rumblings of angry concern* Alright.
Catherine: *going to get a towel so she can dry off her hands and the knife handle*
Senaiji: *wide awake now, can be heard singing softly as he tends to Jinju and the baby bird she'd been cuddling*
Blackout: *studies the dough after it gives an especially loud pop. Pleased rumble at the texture* *going to make large circles now and bake them in her hands*
Drift: *moves to take over slicing the ham. Knows Catherine had a close call with the knife because it was getting very slick on its handle*
Bluestreak: *now that he's done making dough, he's gone to take care of Bully*
Blackout: *nods to Elita and watches the rose and gold woman walk back toward the house next to Dixie's. Quick check on Dixie without moving*
Dixie: *sleeping peacefully, with the baby sleeping soundly in his bassinet next to the bed*
Matt: *quiet fussing over on the porch, has just found Hattie asleep on the love seat*
Blackout: *frowns and gets up to walk over there* Matt?
Matt: W-Wh't's Ma d-doin' out 'eah?
Blackout: Sleeping. *glances toward where a bug-looking critter a little under three foot long just came putzing out of the bot barrack and paused to blink cheerful lights at the morning*
Matt: *must fuss over mama*
Hattie: *trying to get Matt to stop fussing*
Blackout: *frowns toward Matt a couple times, and finally reaches over and picks him up* You're keeping her from sleeping.
Matt: *surprised sound as he's picked up*
Blackout: *gives him silicon oven mitts* Take these.
Matt: *much confusion as he reaches for the mitts*
Blackout: *offers him four huge wheels of perfectly baked biscuit* Take these and split them without breaking them.
Matt: *nods and moves to put the oven mitts on before reaching for the first wheel*
Blackout: *frown* Can you only carry one at a time? *sets him on the ground*
Matt: Ah d-don' w-wanna r-risk d-droppin' th' rest....
Blackout: Alright. *lowers her hand so he can take one* I have six already baked.
Jake: *pops out of the front door. Sees what his dad's doing, and bolts back inside to get an apron on and grab another pair of oven mitts. Then he's coming out and holding up his hands, ready to bring another wheel over to the food prep area*
Matt: *small grin for Jake, will reach for one of the wheels so he can help with breakfast prep*
Blackout: *carefully gives one wheel to each human* I'll bring the others after I've made sure you didn't ruin Hattie's nest.
Jake: *slight grin for his dad as he brings the wheel over*
Matt: *nods to Blackout, will get to work on splitting the wheel he's got*
Blackout: *fixes Hattie's blanket and cushions, then scoops up the twinkling bug creature and tucks it in with her*
Hattie: *sleepy little sound*
critter: *snuggle, twinkle lights*
Blackout: The baby will help you stay warm.
Hattie: *sleepy nod, snuggles the baby*
Blackout: *nods, then turns and settles down to bake more biscuit rounds and split a few* Matthew, do you know how much jam to put on?
Drift: *dangles a scrap of meat in front of Jake's face*
Matt: A th'n layah... 'Nough f'r flavor, but not 'nough t' make a mess...
Jake: *grins at Drift, will reach for the meat scrap*
Drift: *gives goodie, and then shows the boy the now empty ham bone*
Jake: Nahce.
Drift: This will make a lot of soup. *gets the other bone and compares them*
Blackout: *grumbles as she realizes that she forgot something* Catherine, are you able to do another task?
Catherine: *coming back, is considerably calmer now* What do you need done?
Blackout: The right tools for spreading jam. *sets down the other baked wheels, making a neat stack*
Catherine: I'll go get 'em. *putting action to word*
Blackout: Thank you. *starts the next batch to baking*
Matt: *startled laugh as he catches sight of one of the jam pots*
Jake: *questioning look from where he's taking his wheel apart*
Matt: R-Red p-pepper jelleh.
Blackout: *frown* Is something wrong?
Matt: N-Nope. 'S j-jes f-funneh t-th't t-th' p-pepper jelleh's g-gonna b-be used... 'S m-ma f-favorite.
Blackout: Oh. *loses interest* Good. Drift, go get cheese.
Drift: *amused* What kind?
Blackout: *blank scowl* Orange.
Drift: *contains her snerk and looks at Matt* What kind of cheese goes with that red stuff?
Matt: C-Cheddar's g-good.
Drift: *hopefully* Is that the orange stuff?
Matt: *nods* Y-Yup.
Drift: *happy grin for Blackout and away she goes*
Jake: *growls softly as he crunches his rind. Sounds like one of the dinosaurs from the movie he just saw as they growled and crunched their prey*
Matt: *snerks, focuses on splitting the biscuit wheels*
Drift: *back with cheeeeeeeese! And somebody sliced it already!* *sets it on the bottom of the cauldron that she grabbed for a little extra space*
Blackout: Good. As soon as the toppings are on the pizzas, bring them to the mess so there's more room to top the others.
Matt: *shares a surprised glance with Jake, and then both Lamont men are grinning at the realization that Blackout's making breakfast pizzas*
Senaiji: *singing quietly as he heads down to ground level*
Drift: *back with the big tray that takes two men to carry* We can put the pizzas on this?
Tobias: *comes wandering over from the direction of the treehouse, his nose wrinkled curiously and his body language saying that he's ready to bolt*
Blackout: *nods to the quiet man* Give it to him.
Drift: *clicks quietly and gives the tray*
Tobias: *studies it and then looks up* o.0?
Senaiji: *sees that, and comes over to offer assistance*
Tobias: *perks at sight of his wife's boss and tips the tray so that Senaiji can get the handles on one end* *quietly* What are we doing?
Blackout: *to Catherine* What can that guy eat again? Do I need to make something else?
Catherine: The pepper jam's prolly not a good idea, but the biscuits and ham should be safe enough for him to eat.
Jake: T-th' othah j-jam's s-strawberreh...
Catherine: *small frown* Might wanna keep Toby away from that, too... *slight headtilt as she thinks* The ham'd be good with butter...
Blackout: *knows something!* Tobias likes honey. *watches Tobias and Senaiji carry away the two completed pizzas, and then produces a biscuit half the size of a single serving pizza* Put ham and honey butter on this.
Catherine: *grin* Toby's gonna love that.
Blackout: Put it on while the pizza base is still warm. *didn't cool this little biscuit at all*
Drift: *goes to get a plate*
Catherine: *scoots to grab the crock of honey butter, will soon have the biscuit slathered with honey butter and topped with ham*
Drift: *back with plate*
Tobias and Senaiji: *back for another load of pizza*
Catherine: *puts the pizza for Tobias on the plate*
Matt and Jake: *loading up the pizza tray*
Tobias: *shyly shaking his head as Drift offers him cheese. Isn't fond of cheddar. Perks when she shows him a bit of ham fat instead and opens his mouth like a baby bird*
Drift: *gently pokes the treat into the mouth, clicking softly* *then offers the cheese to Senaji*
Senaiji: *chuckles and obligingly noms before moving to gently guide Tobias to the mess with the tray load of pizza*
Matt and Jake: *busy making more giant biscuits into pizzas*
half hour later
Mason: *pulling into the driveway. He's been driving all night from DC to come get Tobias, and he's quite tired. He'll get his car parked and fumble with the seatbelt a bit before getting out*
Perceptor: *looks toward the car and then waves excitedly from where he's standing in the doorway of the bot barrack waiting for a WakeJumper who'd decided that she was sleeping in the hatchling barrack the night before*
Mason: *tired squint, will wave to Perceptor, chuckling softly as WakeJumper pounces on the tiny mech*
Perceptor: *meeps and hugs his biggest daughter, then calls to Mason as the man opens the car door* The baby has made his appearance!
Mason: *chuckles* How's Dixie?
Perceptor: Weary but well! Matthew Junior is healthy as well despite backing out the door!
Mason: *more chuckle* Took after Crisseh, huh?
Perceptor: *cocks his head quizzically as he walks over with two baby girls scrapping happily at his heels* I'm not certain I catch your meaning, Mason.
Mason: Chrisseh was turned 'round when she was born.
Perceptor: Ahhh. And did she also weigh ten pounds?
Mason: *headshake* No, she 'n Jesseh were small.
Perceptor: Well, that's a relief. *smiles and offers a hand to shake* You've arrived just in time to partake of the viands that Blackout prepared for our human members.
Mason: *blink blink* What'd Blackout make?
Perceptor: Err. *quick check with Drift, who has told him that she helped with the food prep* *brightens upon receiving a reply* Beaten biscuit.
Mason: *tired grin* Been awhile since I've had decent beaten biscuits.
Perceptor: Oh. Then you had better hurry! WakeJumper, will you give Uncle Mason a hand out of his Barracuda?
WakeJumper: *clickerfit! Will reach for Uncle Mason's hand so she can help him out of the car*
Mason: Aww, thanks, sweetie. *fond smile for the hatchling as he's helped out of the car*
WakeJumper: *happy chatter, much gentle hugs for Uncle Mason, then she's moving to belt Silverbolt-Sissy and scarper for the hospital!*
Silverbolt: Awk! *squeal* Gonna Papa-Mama! *waves and runs the other way*
Perceptor: *chuckling softly* I only hope she doesn't jump on Optimus' head again.
Mason: *wince* That can't feel too good when it happens...
Perceptor: Oh, she's much too small to harm him in any way. But he was terribly startled and barely managed to conceal his reaction from her.
Mason: *more wince*
mess hall door: *lets out GOOD SMELLS*
Mason: *attention going to the mess hall*
Perceptor: *doing his best to keep from gagging at the smell from the mess* Well, I had better let you go. Ratchet is wondering if I got lost.
Mason: *chuckles* I'll see you later, then.
Perceptor: Indeed. *bright, shy smile, and off he goes*
Mason: *heads for the mess hall*
Tobias: *sitting on the table by the door beside Kae Yau. Is happily eating a big half biscuit soaked in honeybutter and covered with ham*
Kae Yau: *has the pepper jam pot and a spoon...*
Mason: *snort* Kae Yau, does Blackout know you made off with that?
Kae Yau: *looks up and snorts* I's arter cleanin' up.
Mason: Did you even bother with a biscuit?
Kae Yau: *more snort as she licks the spoon* Brewis' only good wit' fish 'n scrunchions.
Mason: ... *confused expression is a go*
Kae Yau: *just snorts once more and crams a big spoonful of jam in her mouth*
Tobias: *shy smile for his adopted father as he has another bite of his half biscuit*
Mason: *soft chuckle, moves to get in line to get breakfast*
line: *moves fast, and soon he's face to face with two massive pizzas which are being freshly cut*
Annabelle: *looks up with a grin* Good morning, sir. Strawberry or pepper?
Mason: *confused* I was told there was beaten biscuits...
Annabelle: *chuckles* Uh huh. Mr. MacKenzie... the other one... says they're the biggest ones he's ever seen. *lifts a pizza slice to show the cross section of the crust*
Mason: *blink. BLINK* Huh.
Annabelle: *more grin* Strawberry or chili?
Mason: Strawberry.
Annabelle: *slips the slice she's holding onto a plate and passes it over* There you go. I think Mr. MacKenzie's over by the back wall.
Mason: Alright. Thank you, hon. *will move to find Jethro*
Jethro: *is busy making faces at what Terrance and Tikvah are eating*
Denver: *eating her father's breakfast while he's distracted*
Mason: Jethro, your daughter's gonna eat all your breakfast.
Jethro: *squawks and makes a grab!*
Denver: *bolts, taking the noms with her*
Tikvah: *cracker and goose schmaltz out the nose as she laughs*
Terrance: *startled whoop*
Jethro: *right over the table as he goes after his eldest daughter* Denver Annette MacKenzie, y'u...! *and gone*
Comet: *skreeky comment from where she's sitting and eating axle grease out of a bowl from the bot mess
Bluestreak: *startled sound as Denver and Jethro run past. Blinks. Knows the right response! 'Yakety Sax' starts playing!*
over on the house porch
Sarah: *gently shaking Hattie's shoulder* Miss Hattie, wake up and have breakfast.
Hattie: *very groggy as she works on waking up*
Sarah: *shakes again* Strawberry jam and Pigzilla ham?
Hattie: *sleepily* 'M 'wake... *barely*
Sarah: And cheddar cheese. *smooth Hattie's curls*
Hattie: *yawns a bit and rubs at her eyes with one hand. Can feel a bitty snuggling against her*
Sarah: *looks up as a big shadow falls over her* Oh, good morning, Optimus.
Optimus: Good morning, Sarah and Hattie. I just need to bring Rosie back to her father before he thinks she's lost. *big hand gently slips past Sarah and hesitates above the bump under Hattie's blanket* May I take her?
Hattie: *sleepy nod, will move to sit up so Optimus can have easier access to the little one*
Sarah: *watching as she steps out of the way*
Optimus: *carefully moves the blanket aside and then gently lifts the little alien baby*
Rosie: *lights blinking with distress and protest as she kicks her stubby little legs and wriggles*
Sarah: *sucks in her breath as she sees that strange, dark-coloured being, who resembles a giant insect*
Hattie: *startled whoop* *wasn't expecting the baby to look like that! And now she's tangled in her blankets and landing on her back on the porch*
Sarah: *can't help it, has to put the plate down and double up laughing*
Hattie: *WORDS of not-cuss as she gets straightened out* *comments on the 'Yakety Sax', too!*
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Fort Lamont: *quiet, as it usually is around four in the morning. Everyone not on night guard is asleep, or resting quietly*
Blackout: *sets her snoozing son on her drunken husband, then gets up and walks over to the house. To the woman who just stepped out onto the porch* Hattie, why is the new baby crying?
Hattie: *bleary frown for you, Blackout. It's her morning to make breakfast, but she's been up off and on through the night, helping Dixie with the baby when Matt's been too exhausted to help*
Blackout: *frowns* You should be asleep.
Hattie: *tiredly* Ah gotta fix breakfast, Blackout...
Blackout: *scowls* You can't do it. Give me a recipe.
Hattie: *soft sigh, will give Blackout the recipe for beaten biscuits*
Blackout: *frowns* I think you made a mistake. What do I do with the dough after it's mixed?
Hattie: Th' dough needs t' be pounded f'r 'n 'our wit' a 'ammer... *holding onto the railing now*
Blackout: *reaches onto the porch to grab the woman and lay her carefully on the pillow-filled wicker love seat* You need to sleep.
Hattie: *soft sigh as she's made to lay down* *quietly* Th' biscuits'll go good wit' 'am...
Blackout: *was researching even as she lay her friend down* I know what goes with the biscuits. Sleep now. *puts cushions over Hattie to camouflage and insulate her*
Hattie: *will get comfortable*
Blackout: *rises to her feet and walks over to Optimus and Elita's house, where she knocks on the door*
Elita: *very groggy once she manages to get to the door*
Blackout: *frowns down at the smaller woman* Are you functional enough to help me with something?
Elita: I will be, once I get some fuel.
Blackout: Good. I need assistance in making human breakfast. *up onto her feet and moving toward the bot barrack*
Elita: *sees Hattie on the love seat on the porch, will retrieve a spare blanket, one that Silverbolt brought home at one point. Moves to cover the elderly woman with said blanket*
Hattie: *absent, sleepy mumble*
Blackout: *stops and looks back and down*
Hattie: *close to being fully asleep*
Elita: *soft chuckle* *quietly* Good night, Hattie. *will move to follow Blackout*
Drift: *coming back from her morning walk. Pauses and gives Blackout and Elita a puzzled look*
Blackout: Is she the right temperature now?
Elita: She is. And the blanket is a comfort to her, so she'll rest easily.
Blackout: *nods, and then looks at Drift* You. I need assistants for making breakfast. Go get Bluestreak.
Drift: Alright. *will go to find the gunner*
Blackout: *hears another voice* Catherine and Showtime, I need assistants for making breakfast. Come with me.
Showtime: *moving to lead Mama out to see Aunty Blackout*
Elita: *blinking a bit as she realizes just what Blackout's role at the fort really is... She's the Base Mother*
Blackout: *reaches into the storage shed and helps herself to the big bowls that so recently held rice dressing* *sets down three of them, then walks and gets one of the huge flour sacks* Someone with small hands bring me pork grease, and milk.
Catherine: How much milk, and how much grease?
Blackout: Three and a half gallons of the milk. And one of the trays of the grease. *starts measuring flour into the bowls. Also adds the needed salt*
Catherine: ... Alright. I'll get the milk first. *goes to get one of the big five gallon containers of milk*
Bluestreak: *heard long before he's seen, is chatting with Drift about what Blackout could be making*
Drift: *occasionally making acknowledgment sounds. Has learned that you don't need to listen to ALL of the words coming out of Bluestreak's mouth to understand what the gunner's talking about*
Catherine: *back with the milk, will go get the pork grease*
Blackout: *gives a bowl to Elita, and bowls to Drift and Bluestreak as they arrive* Sterilize your hands and then mix eight tablespoons of milk into this flour so that it forms a stiff dough.
Elita, Drift, and Bluestreak: *will do as instructed*
Showtime: *clicking and scooting around. Is supervising, Aunty!*
Blackout: *back to the storage shed to get the massive oak block on which cooked pork and beef are cut. Sets this down and forms one hand into a jackhammer-like device and then into a dough roller* When the dough is ready put it on this block and repeat the process twice. Catherine, go get a ham and slice it.
Catherine: Alright. How big of one? Or should I use my best judgement?
Blackout: *tells her the desired amount. It's going to need those two big ones from that massive sow that Blackout brought in a few months ago*
Catherine: *nods and goes to retrieve the hams. Knows quite well the story of the big sow who got so big that she was able to walk right through a barn wall. The farmer who had owned the massive pig told Blackout that she could have the hams if she killed the sow. General consensus on the base is that the hams are really high quality*
Blackout: *startled sound of displeasure and snatches the carving knife from Showtime as she sees the hatchling come out of the house with it* You are too young to manipulate that implement.
Showtime: *much frown and clickstorm!*
Blackout: *with finality* No. Go get two jars of red jam.
Showtime: *grumps a bit, but goes to get the requested items. She was helping, Aunty!*
Blackout: *sticks the knife lightly into the side of the butcher block*
Drift: Blackout, is this the correct consistency for the dough?
Blackout: *scans the dough* Punch it more.
Drift: *small nod, back to work*
Blackout: *without turning* Scanner, don't put your finger in the grease.
Scanner: *clickstorm*
Blackout: *accepts Elita's first batch of dough and flattens it on the block* Fingers out of the milk.
Scanner: *more clickstorm!*
Blackout: No sugar in your tank.
Scanner: *chirps*
Showtime: *fussing from the store room. Aunty, there's too many red jams!*
Blackout: *frowns and goes to hunker down and look through the storeroom wall* Get the first ones you can reach.
Showtime: *more fussing. There's still too many, and she doesn't know what tastes good together!*
Blackout: *slight huff* First two nearest the door on the bottom shelf.
Showtime: *much clickstorm as she goes to grab the two Aunty indicated*
Catherine: *to Scanner* No, go sit by the barn. *back to cutting the rind off the hams*
Scanner: *cheeky chirps, but moves to comply*
Blackout: *takes the jam pots as Showtime comes out of the storeroom* Good. Now go keep Scanner out of trouble.
Showtime: *much clickstorm, goes to snuggle on Sissy*
Blackout: *removes the paraffin wax from both pots, then puts the pots on the work table and walks over to give one cake of wax to each young bot* Make sure to clean the fruit off.
Scanner: *much excited chirping and clicking!*
Showtime: Eeeee! *gleeflail*
Catherine: *chuckles* Blackout, you just made their morning.
Blackout: *snorts and stops to look into the barn loft* Jinju, what are you doing under there?
Jinju: *sing sing sing from where she's happily tucked under the floor of her mama's tent*
Senaiji: *groggy as he starts to get going for the day*
Jinju: *hears him and sings louder*
Blackout: *snorts and comes back to hunker by the butcher block while she waits for the rest of the dough*
Drift: *bringing her container of dough over*
Blackout: *scowls as she looks up from rolling the dough flat and folding it* Catherine, are you damaged?
Catherine: *sounds a bit spooked* No, but I need to take a break.
Blackout: *rumblings of angry concern* Alright.
Catherine: *going to get a towel so she can dry off her hands and the knife handle*
Senaiji: *wide awake now, can be heard singing softly as he tends to Jinju and the baby bird she'd been cuddling*
Blackout: *studies the dough after it gives an especially loud pop. Pleased rumble at the texture* *going to make large circles now and bake them in her hands*
Drift: *moves to take over slicing the ham. Knows Catherine had a close call with the knife because it was getting very slick on its handle*
Bluestreak: *now that he's done making dough, he's gone to take care of Bully*
Blackout: *nods to Elita and watches the rose and gold woman walk back toward the house next to Dixie's. Quick check on Dixie without moving*
Dixie: *sleeping peacefully, with the baby sleeping soundly in his bassinet next to the bed*
Matt: *quiet fussing over on the porch, has just found Hattie asleep on the love seat*
Blackout: *frowns and gets up to walk over there* Matt?
Matt: W-Wh't's Ma d-doin' out 'eah?
Blackout: Sleeping. *glances toward where a bug-looking critter a little under three foot long just came putzing out of the bot barrack and paused to blink cheerful lights at the morning*
Matt: *must fuss over mama*
Hattie: *trying to get Matt to stop fussing*
Blackout: *frowns toward Matt a couple times, and finally reaches over and picks him up* You're keeping her from sleeping.
Matt: *surprised sound as he's picked up*
Blackout: *gives him silicon oven mitts* Take these.
Matt: *much confusion as he reaches for the mitts*
Blackout: *offers him four huge wheels of perfectly baked biscuit* Take these and split them without breaking them.
Matt: *nods and moves to put the oven mitts on before reaching for the first wheel*
Blackout: *frown* Can you only carry one at a time? *sets him on the ground*
Matt: Ah d-don' w-wanna r-risk d-droppin' th' rest....
Blackout: Alright. *lowers her hand so he can take one* I have six already baked.
Jake: *pops out of the front door. Sees what his dad's doing, and bolts back inside to get an apron on and grab another pair of oven mitts. Then he's coming out and holding up his hands, ready to bring another wheel over to the food prep area*
Matt: *small grin for Jake, will reach for one of the wheels so he can help with breakfast prep*
Blackout: *carefully gives one wheel to each human* I'll bring the others after I've made sure you didn't ruin Hattie's nest.
Jake: *slight grin for his dad as he brings the wheel over*
Matt: *nods to Blackout, will get to work on splitting the wheel he's got*
Blackout: *fixes Hattie's blanket and cushions, then scoops up the twinkling bug creature and tucks it in with her*
Hattie: *sleepy little sound*
critter: *snuggle, twinkle lights*
Blackout: The baby will help you stay warm.
Hattie: *sleepy nod, snuggles the baby*
Blackout: *nods, then turns and settles down to bake more biscuit rounds and split a few* Matthew, do you know how much jam to put on?
Drift: *dangles a scrap of meat in front of Jake's face*
Matt: A th'n layah... 'Nough f'r flavor, but not 'nough t' make a mess...
Jake: *grins at Drift, will reach for the meat scrap*
Drift: *gives goodie, and then shows the boy the now empty ham bone*
Jake: Nahce.
Drift: This will make a lot of soup. *gets the other bone and compares them*
Blackout: *grumbles as she realizes that she forgot something* Catherine, are you able to do another task?
Catherine: *coming back, is considerably calmer now* What do you need done?
Blackout: The right tools for spreading jam. *sets down the other baked wheels, making a neat stack*
Catherine: I'll go get 'em. *putting action to word*
Blackout: Thank you. *starts the next batch to baking*
Matt: *startled laugh as he catches sight of one of the jam pots*
Jake: *questioning look from where he's taking his wheel apart*
Matt: R-Red p-pepper jelleh.
Blackout: *frown* Is something wrong?
Matt: N-Nope. 'S j-jes f-funneh t-th't t-th' p-pepper jelleh's g-gonna b-be used... 'S m-ma f-favorite.
Blackout: Oh. *loses interest* Good. Drift, go get cheese.
Drift: *amused* What kind?
Blackout: *blank scowl* Orange.
Drift: *contains her snerk and looks at Matt* What kind of cheese goes with that red stuff?
Matt: C-Cheddar's g-good.
Drift: *hopefully* Is that the orange stuff?
Matt: *nods* Y-Yup.
Drift: *happy grin for Blackout and away she goes*
Jake: *growls softly as he crunches his rind. Sounds like one of the dinosaurs from the movie he just saw as they growled and crunched their prey*
Matt: *snerks, focuses on splitting the biscuit wheels*
Drift: *back with cheeeeeeeese! And somebody sliced it already!* *sets it on the bottom of the cauldron that she grabbed for a little extra space*
Blackout: Good. As soon as the toppings are on the pizzas, bring them to the mess so there's more room to top the others.
Matt: *shares a surprised glance with Jake, and then both Lamont men are grinning at the realization that Blackout's making breakfast pizzas*
Senaiji: *singing quietly as he heads down to ground level*
Drift: *back with the big tray that takes two men to carry* We can put the pizzas on this?
Tobias: *comes wandering over from the direction of the treehouse, his nose wrinkled curiously and his body language saying that he's ready to bolt*
Blackout: *nods to the quiet man* Give it to him.
Drift: *clicks quietly and gives the tray*
Tobias: *studies it and then looks up* o.0?
Senaiji: *sees that, and comes over to offer assistance*
Tobias: *perks at sight of his wife's boss and tips the tray so that Senaiji can get the handles on one end* *quietly* What are we doing?
Blackout: *to Catherine* What can that guy eat again? Do I need to make something else?
Catherine: The pepper jam's prolly not a good idea, but the biscuits and ham should be safe enough for him to eat.
Jake: T-th' othah j-jam's s-strawberreh...
Catherine: *small frown* Might wanna keep Toby away from that, too... *slight headtilt as she thinks* The ham'd be good with butter...
Blackout: *knows something!* Tobias likes honey. *watches Tobias and Senaiji carry away the two completed pizzas, and then produces a biscuit half the size of a single serving pizza* Put ham and honey butter on this.
Catherine: *grin* Toby's gonna love that.
Blackout: Put it on while the pizza base is still warm. *didn't cool this little biscuit at all*
Drift: *goes to get a plate*
Catherine: *scoots to grab the crock of honey butter, will soon have the biscuit slathered with honey butter and topped with ham*
Drift: *back with plate*
Tobias and Senaiji: *back for another load of pizza*
Catherine: *puts the pizza for Tobias on the plate*
Matt and Jake: *loading up the pizza tray*
Tobias: *shyly shaking his head as Drift offers him cheese. Isn't fond of cheddar. Perks when she shows him a bit of ham fat instead and opens his mouth like a baby bird*
Drift: *gently pokes the treat into the mouth, clicking softly* *then offers the cheese to Senaji*
Senaiji: *chuckles and obligingly noms before moving to gently guide Tobias to the mess with the tray load of pizza*
Matt and Jake: *busy making more giant biscuits into pizzas*
Mason: *pulling into the driveway. He's been driving all night from DC to come get Tobias, and he's quite tired. He'll get his car parked and fumble with the seatbelt a bit before getting out*
Perceptor: *looks toward the car and then waves excitedly from where he's standing in the doorway of the bot barrack waiting for a WakeJumper who'd decided that she was sleeping in the hatchling barrack the night before*
Mason: *tired squint, will wave to Perceptor, chuckling softly as WakeJumper pounces on the tiny mech*
Perceptor: *meeps and hugs his biggest daughter, then calls to Mason as the man opens the car door* The baby has made his appearance!
Mason: *chuckles* How's Dixie?
Perceptor: Weary but well! Matthew Junior is healthy as well despite backing out the door!
Mason: *more chuckle* Took after Crisseh, huh?
Perceptor: *cocks his head quizzically as he walks over with two baby girls scrapping happily at his heels* I'm not certain I catch your meaning, Mason.
Mason: Chrisseh was turned 'round when she was born.
Perceptor: Ahhh. And did she also weigh ten pounds?
Mason: *headshake* No, she 'n Jesseh were small.
Perceptor: Well, that's a relief. *smiles and offers a hand to shake* You've arrived just in time to partake of the viands that Blackout prepared for our human members.
Mason: *blink blink* What'd Blackout make?
Perceptor: Err. *quick check with Drift, who has told him that she helped with the food prep* *brightens upon receiving a reply* Beaten biscuit.
Mason: *tired grin* Been awhile since I've had decent beaten biscuits.
Perceptor: Oh. Then you had better hurry! WakeJumper, will you give Uncle Mason a hand out of his Barracuda?
WakeJumper: *clickerfit! Will reach for Uncle Mason's hand so she can help him out of the car*
Mason: Aww, thanks, sweetie. *fond smile for the hatchling as he's helped out of the car*
WakeJumper: *happy chatter, much gentle hugs for Uncle Mason, then she's moving to belt Silverbolt-Sissy and scarper for the hospital!*
Silverbolt: Awk! *squeal* Gonna Papa-Mama! *waves and runs the other way*
Perceptor: *chuckling softly* I only hope she doesn't jump on Optimus' head again.
Mason: *wince* That can't feel too good when it happens...
Perceptor: Oh, she's much too small to harm him in any way. But he was terribly startled and barely managed to conceal his reaction from her.
Mason: *more wince*
mess hall door: *lets out GOOD SMELLS*
Mason: *attention going to the mess hall*
Perceptor: *doing his best to keep from gagging at the smell from the mess* Well, I had better let you go. Ratchet is wondering if I got lost.
Mason: *chuckles* I'll see you later, then.
Perceptor: Indeed. *bright, shy smile, and off he goes*
Mason: *heads for the mess hall*
Tobias: *sitting on the table by the door beside Kae Yau. Is happily eating a big half biscuit soaked in honeybutter and covered with ham*
Kae Yau: *has the pepper jam pot and a spoon...*
Mason: *snort* Kae Yau, does Blackout know you made off with that?
Kae Yau: *looks up and snorts* I's arter cleanin' up.
Mason: Did you even bother with a biscuit?
Kae Yau: *more snort as she licks the spoon* Brewis' only good wit' fish 'n scrunchions.
Mason: ... *confused expression is a go*
Kae Yau: *just snorts once more and crams a big spoonful of jam in her mouth*
Tobias: *shy smile for his adopted father as he has another bite of his half biscuit*
Mason: *soft chuckle, moves to get in line to get breakfast*
line: *moves fast, and soon he's face to face with two massive pizzas which are being freshly cut*
Annabelle: *looks up with a grin* Good morning, sir. Strawberry or pepper?
Mason: *confused* I was told there was beaten biscuits...
Annabelle: *chuckles* Uh huh. Mr. MacKenzie... the other one... says they're the biggest ones he's ever seen. *lifts a pizza slice to show the cross section of the crust*
Mason: *blink. BLINK* Huh.
Annabelle: *more grin* Strawberry or chili?
Mason: Strawberry.
Annabelle: *slips the slice she's holding onto a plate and passes it over* There you go. I think Mr. MacKenzie's over by the back wall.
Mason: Alright. Thank you, hon. *will move to find Jethro*
Jethro: *is busy making faces at what Terrance and Tikvah are eating*
Denver: *eating her father's breakfast while he's distracted*
Mason: Jethro, your daughter's gonna eat all your breakfast.
Jethro: *squawks and makes a grab!*
Denver: *bolts, taking the noms with her*
Tikvah: *cracker and goose schmaltz out the nose as she laughs*
Terrance: *startled whoop*
Jethro: *right over the table as he goes after his eldest daughter* Denver Annette MacKenzie, y'u...! *and gone*
Comet: *skreeky comment from where she's sitting and eating axle grease out of a bowl from the bot mess
Bluestreak: *startled sound as Denver and Jethro run past. Blinks. Knows the right response! 'Yakety Sax' starts playing!*
Sarah: *gently shaking Hattie's shoulder* Miss Hattie, wake up and have breakfast.
Hattie: *very groggy as she works on waking up*
Sarah: *shakes again* Strawberry jam and Pigzilla ham?
Hattie: *sleepily* 'M 'wake... *barely*
Sarah: And cheddar cheese. *smooth Hattie's curls*
Hattie: *yawns a bit and rubs at her eyes with one hand. Can feel a bitty snuggling against her*
Sarah: *looks up as a big shadow falls over her* Oh, good morning, Optimus.
Optimus: Good morning, Sarah and Hattie. I just need to bring Rosie back to her father before he thinks she's lost. *big hand gently slips past Sarah and hesitates above the bump under Hattie's blanket* May I take her?
Hattie: *sleepy nod, will move to sit up so Optimus can have easier access to the little one*
Sarah: *watching as she steps out of the way*
Optimus: *carefully moves the blanket aside and then gently lifts the little alien baby*
Rosie: *lights blinking with distress and protest as she kicks her stubby little legs and wriggles*
Sarah: *sucks in her breath as she sees that strange, dark-coloured being, who resembles a giant insect*
Hattie: *startled whoop* *wasn't expecting the baby to look like that! And now she's tangled in her blankets and landing on her back on the porch*
Sarah: *can't help it, has to put the plate down and double up laughing*
Hattie: *WORDS of not-cuss as she gets straightened out* *comments on the 'Yakety Sax', too!*
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