kv, Autobot City, Happenings

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Fixer: *grumbling to herself as she moves around the medbay. Has a tan and navy sparklet and a little yellow chibi clinging to her back. Suspects that she's also got a glitch mouse or two somewhere in her systems*

Torque: *very quiet clicks to Bumble as he clings to Mentor's back*

Ratchet: *trying to talk Flareup into going and getting some rest*

Flareup: *ignoring Ratchet, kthx*

Fixer: *turns and watches Flareup ignore her mate for a few moments*

Jazz: *pings Fixer's comm* //'Ey, Fixer?// *Sounds worried about something*

Fixer: //What the slag do you want now, Jazimus?//

Jazz: //Itty-bitty won't let nobody touch 'er... Not even Megs...//

Fixer: *frown* //Are you talking about Kriti?//

Jazz: //She doesn't even wanna cuddle Dolly...// *patches a video feed through, showing the youngling huddled in a corner of the executive rec room and shivering*

Fixer: *twitches and then goes over, picks Flarup up, and drops her outside the med bay like a bad cat* Ratchet, Kriti's huddled in the corner and refusing to let anyone touch her.

Ratchet: *paying no mind to Flareup's protesting as he frowns. And then a lightbulb seems to go off* She may be over-stimulated... It's happened before... *Will still grab his field kit in case that's not what has the youngster acting so out of character*

Fixer: You can help her?

Ratchet: If it is that she's over-stimulated, I know exactly what will help her... If it's something else, then I'll find a way.

Fixer: Do you need me along? *shifts a shoulder as Bumblebee's little fingers dig into it*

Ratchet: Not this time, I don't think... *Will gently kiss his wordmate's cheek* I'll call if I need help.

Fixer: *pushes him away* Cut that out and go do something useful.

Ratchet: *Chuckles* Yes, dear. *goes* *Will be back about ten minutes later, though he'll glance over his shoulder from time to time as he moves down the hall*

Fixer: *quizzical look from where she's checking on Hot Rod*

Ratchet: She's over-stimulated... Prime's keeping an optic on her....

Fixer: *presses her lip plates together* How long is that going to go on?

Ratchet: Until her memories finish integrating... I don't know how long that will take.... *Doesn't like admitting that*

Fixer: *mouth goes to a thinner line* Where are her guardians?

Ratchet: They said it was a science symposium...

Fixer: *gives him a 'did you just say that' look* A Jazz went to a science symposium.

Ratchet: No, that Jazz went to a convention... Her guardians are the Perceptor and Kia of that reality...

Fixer: I understand that that Jazz and his mate take care of her too.

Ratchet: *nod* Kriti calls him PapaJazz...

Fixer: Then he's her guardian too.

Ratchet: *Nods and switches to comms* *Quietly* //There's Decepticon-related trouble in that reality...//

Fixer: //Thought so.// *growls softly, then winces as Bumblebee squeals loudly with delight at the sound*

Hot Rod: *gasps and twitches, then moans softly*

Ratchet: *goes over to Hot Rod* Easy... You'll be alright... *Scans the injured mech*

Hot Rod: *soft bursts of static, and then sinks back into stasis*

Fixer: *watching with silent concern, her hand back to pat her son's bottom*

Torque: *Soft click, snuggaMentor*

Fixer: How is he? *now gently squeezing a small foot*

Ratchet: *Quietly* He's back in stasis.... He did try to communicate....

Fixer: So that wasn't just neural misfire.

Ratchet: I don't think it was...

Fixer: *nods and looks down at the damaged mech, her optics showing her concern* That's the first time he's been awake, too.

Ratchet: *nods* *Quietly* There's still hope...

Fixer: There's always hope for something, even after we go out. *grumbles as she distinctly feels little feet run across her spark compartment*

Ratchet: *nods, will give her a puzzled look*

Fixer: *scowwwl, and then squirm* ACKKKKK! Torque....

Torque: *innocent click*

Ratchet: *Scans wordmate*

glitchmice: *playing tag!*

Ratchet: *Soft snerk* Torque, have you been sharing your glitchmice with Fixer?

Torque: *Did no such thing...*

Fixer: *wince wince* *grits teeth* Get them out of there.

Bumblebee: *looks for her mousie, and pitches a fit when she doesn't see him or his friend*

Fixer: Grrrrrr...

Torque: *Clickclickclickclick!*

Ratchet: *Will help Fixer over to a table so he can get the glitchmice out safely*

Fixer: *gets the bitties, one still screaming, off her back and lays down, grimacing with discomfort from happy mice and angry chibi*

Ratchet: *will try and get the glitchmice out with offers of noms first. If that doesn't work, then he'll ask Fixer to open her chestplating*

little whiskers: *appear at the junction of Fixer's chest and neck. Wiggle twitch*

Ratchet: *clicks to the mice, will try and coax them into their cage*

two little glitchmice: *come out and sit up and beg*

Ratchet: No more using my mate's shell as a playground... *Will give noms after gently moving the mice to their cage*

cobalt mouse: *picks nom in mouth and then looks for Torque. Supposed to eat in Torque's hand...*

Torque: *Scoot scoot scoot, click*

cobalt mouse: *skit skit zooom! Sitting in Torque's hand nomming the nom*

green mouse: *nomming the treat, will clean whiskers and look for Bumble now*

Bumblebee: *still yelling. She might miscalibrate her voice box at this rate*

green mouse: *scrambling for Bumble's shoulder*

Bumblebee: *yelling falters, and then tiny fingers are reaching for mousie* *there you are, mousie! I lost you!*

green mouse: *Will sit and wash whiskers in Bumble's hand before kissy-ing the nice hand*

Bumblebee: *leans little mouth down to eat that last forgotten bit of nom off Fixer. Falls asleep faceplanted over her mousie*

Fixer: *watching this* 0_o

green mouse: *curls up and sleeps*

Ratchet: *Soft chuckle*

Torque: *click, click, beep?*

Fixer: *looks at her son* ...Does she do that often?

Torque: *Headtilt, click click*

Ratchet: *Will scan Bumble, just to be on the safe side*

Bumblebee: *bit run down. Could use more energy, but she's sleeping normally like she usually does after pitching a temper tantrum*

Ratchet: She's a bit low on energy... But that's all... *Will gently lift the chibi and her mouse*

Bumblebee: *bitty flaily, but doesn't lose mousie*

Ratchet: *Gentle clicks, will tuck her into a nice nest of blankets on one of the tables*

Bumblebee: *curls up with mousie and clicks softly in her sleep. Loves you, mousie*

Torque: *Will scoot and join Bumblebee on the table for snuggles and naptime!*

Bumblebee: *smells her baby doll that he's holding and snuggles him too*

Fixer: *brow plate quirked as she watches the little ones*

Ratchet: *has an image to send to dvJazz sometime soon* *Will also share the image with Fixer, since he thinks it's cute*

Fixer: *quiet chuckle as she slowly sits up* I can see them. *opens her chestplate and looks inside to visually check for glitchmouse tracks, and to make sure those two were all that was in her shell. She knows very well that there's at least one in Torque's shell beside that cobalt one*

Ratchet: *Will double-check that the glitchmice didn't damage anything*

Fixer: *flinch flinch, soft grumbling. Yes, Ratchet, your lady is ticklish*

Ratchet: *Soothing clicks, is being gentle and careful*

Fixer: So am I as shoddily upkept as the rumors have medics being?

Ratchet: *Teasingly* If you were, I'd be in trouble.

Fixer: *lifts her head and looks at her workings* Why? Were you tinkering while I was out of it?

Ratchet: *Meets her optics, his own twinkling with a bit of mischief* You'd never let me hear the end of it if I let you run around in shoddy condition.

Fixer: *snerks and closes her chestplate on his fingers*

Ratchet: *wince, will try to carefully get his hand back*

Fixer: *lets him, then sits up as he nurses it, grabs him by the audios, and applies painkiller medication*

Ratchet: *quickly forgets that his hand hurts*

Ironhide: *Coming to the med ward to see if Fixer or Ratchet can have a look at Chromia, just to make sure she and the newsparks are alright* *pauses* Er... *Will scoot back down the hallway and wait for a better time then!*

Fixer: *snorts and continues medicating mate*

Ratchet: *Pleasantly dizzy, and has to hold onto Fixer to keep from spinning up to the ceiling*

Fixer: *finally stops and settles back on her table, a hand going out to gently touch Torque's thin little back*

Torque: *Soft, sleepy sound, snuggles Bumblebee*

Ratchet: *holding onto the edge of the table, soft chuckle as he watches the youngsters sleep*

Fixer: *gruffly* Sit down before you fall down. I think we've managed to get a little downtime.

Ratchet: Yes, dear... *Will park his skidplate on the nearest unoccupied table for now*

Fixer: *sighs and succumbs to sleeping baby magic, though she's ready to pop awake at the first sign of alarm*

Ratchet: *Will move to snuggle his mate, content to just listen to the sounds of a quiet med ward*


Elsewhere in the city...


Viisaus: *politely inquiring as to the purpose of the senator's visit*

Deadend: *elbows on the elderly mech's back as he looks dowwwwn at the human*

Motormaster: *peeeeeeeking at the human from behind Viisaus' leg*

Deadend: *looks at brother* *cheerfully* //If I fell down he would go squish.//

Motormaster: //Ewww... Then you'd need a bath!//

Deadend: //I LIKE baffs!//

Motormaster: //... Ewwww... Baths. Pleh.// *Peeks at Wildrider, who is making faces at the human from behind Viisaus' leg*

Deadend: *looks down and clicks* 'Rider, come up here!

Wildrider: *Scrambles up Viisaus' back, will soon be playing vulture*

Senator: *is a bit uneasy being at eye-level with a Stunticon, and with being at ideal bugsquish level*

Deadend: *lets go and freefalls down, intending to land on Motormaster just for fun*

Senator: *Getting the heck out of the way, kthx!*

Motormaster: *Startled squeal, then he's moving to wallop Deadend*

Wildrider: *Laughs at the tussle*

Viisaus: *Apologizing to the Senator and offering the poor man a safer spot to stand*

Deadend: *is walloped and bounces off the corridor wall* Eeeee ^_^

Motormaster: *Going to wallop Deadend for awhile*

Deadend: *goes to tussle back, but then stops and looks around* Hey, where'd the human go?

Viisaus: He is in my hand, Deadend. It would not bode well if he were injured.

Wildrider: *Raaaazzzz*

Motormaster: *Tackleglomp Deadend*

Deadend: Ohmph! *laughs and raps the sides of Motormaster's head with his hands*

Viisaus: *To the Senator, who looks utterly flabbergasted* This is quite normal, or so I've been told...

Senator: ...And they were supposedly the most dangerous....

Deadend: *looks over from where he's playing a trampoline* Huh?

Viisaus: *Soft chuckle* *To Deadend* Apparently, the last human visitor told stories about the things you and the rest of the young ones get up to....

Deadend: *squints one optic* But we're good.

Viisaus: Yes, but it would be a good idea to remember that humans are not as sturdy as you are.

Deadend: I know that. They squish.

Viisaus: *as the politician goes a bit pale* Indeed, which is why we have to be careful when we're around them.

Deadend: Does that mean we shouldn't play when they're here? *bit of a frown* What does Sparlug say, Motormouf?

Motormaster: *as he wallops Deadend again for the heck of it* We're not s'posed t' play with 'em the way we play with each other... gotta be gentle 'n stuff...

Deadend: So it's okay to play when they're... *pauses as a faint boom comes from outside, then squeals with delight*

Wildrider: *Worried clicks*

Motormaster: 0_0 *Will go see if Daddy's okay!*

Viisaus: *soft sigh, lets Bumblebee know that Motormaster slipped away from him*

Deadend: *sitting up and blinking after his brother* He ran away, Vissy.

Viisaus: I believe he went to make sure Sparkplug is not hurt...

Deadend: Ohhh. He's scared for his daddy.

Wildrider: *clickstorm*

Senator: ... Who is his 'daddy'?

Wildrider: *Quietly* Daddy is daddy. *small nod*

Deadend: Motormouf 'n 'Rider's daddy is Sparlug. My daddy is Smoshie.

Viisaus: *Translates for the Senator, who looks somewhat less confused as he does so* Motormaster and Wildrider's mentor is Mr. Witwicky. Deadend's mentor is Smokescreen.

Motormouth: //'Jack turned black!// *Giggling* //Daddy's okay, 'Rider! Was hidin' behind the wall thingy!//

Wildrider: *clicks quietly*

Deadend: 'Jack is black! Eeeeeeee! *runs away to see*

Viisaus: *Chuckles as Wildrider scrambles down to chase after Deadend*

Senator: *small headshake* I don't get why you let them call Mr. Witwicky 'Daddy'....

Thundercracker: *pauses just as he was about to beg Viisaus to pick him up and frowns at the human* He IS their daddy.

Viisaus: Indeed... *Will carefully crouch so Thundercracker can climb onto his back*

Senator: *gives the elderly mech a thoroughly confused look*

Thundercracker: *frowns deeply at the human, then turns and scales mount Viisaus* He's really rude, isn't he, Vissy?

Viisaus: *As the Senator protests* He is just not used to Cybertronians, Thundercracker... *Will slowly stand up, assisted by his cane* Have you seen where our Prime went?

Thundercracer: He's helpin' bitty, cause she's sick. *deep frown of concern* Meggy's really worried. So's Screamer.

Viisaus: *Concerned* Oh dear... Are they taking care of her in one of the quarters then?

Thundercracker: Nope, she's floatin' in the pool in the splashy place. *grimaces at thought of baths* That's why I came out here.

Viisaus: Ah... *knows quite well the young Seeker's opinion of baths, though he's not sure why Kriti would be floating in the big tub* Will she be alright?

Thundercracker: *leans over to give him a look* I'm a sparklet, not a medic.

Viisaus: *Chuckles* Well, did Ratchet say she would be alright?

Thundercracker: *shrugs as he perches precariously on the elderly mech's shoulder* Dunno.

Viisaus: *Gentle clicks, will move for the washracks then, since the Senator needs to meet with the current Prime*

Thundercracker: *weeble weeble FALL!fly!*

Senator: O.o;;

Viisaus: *Chuckle* Thundercracker dislikes baths....

Thundercracker: *flying off to find his bigs now*

Wheeljack: *can be heard through the open main entrance, cheerfully proclaiming himself Black Jack Shellac*

Viisaus: *Looks to see what the inventor's gotten up to this time*

Wheeljack: *is black! And then he's ducking and putting up his arms as someone dumps a blue barrel's worth of plush carnival cows on his head*

Viisaus: *Chuckles and continues on to the washracks, will gently tap on the doorway frame*

Starscream: *peeks out and startles slightly when he sees Viisaus* *quietly, his shrill voice nearly a whisper* Kriti's not feeling well right now. She needs as little stimulation as possible.

Viisaus: *Softly* Thundercracker said she wasn't feeling very well.... *Attention going to Jazz as the black and white mech shifts position*

Starscream: She's having feedback difficulty. *looks down and notices the human. Fearful step back*

Megatron: *comes over, burly youngling with broad shoulders and a frown* *quietly* What is it, Starscream?

Jazz: *Gentle clicks* *Quietly* 'E won't hurt ya, Screamer... *attention mostly on Kriti, is very worried about the blue youngling*

Senator: *looking very uneasy now*

Viisaus: *Quietly* This gentleman is here to speak with Jazz.

Megatron: *uneasy look down at the strange human* Jazz is really busy right now. *hand up to the dark blue sparklet looking over his shoulder*

Soundwave: *peeeeking at the human in Viisaus' hand, is being good and not making a sound*

Starscream: *softly but with shaky firmness* He's having a family emergency.

Senator: *Watching as Jazz gets up to check the temperature of the cleaning solution*

Jazz: *Satisfied that the solution is at a comfortable temperature for the occupant of the tub, moves to sit back down*

Viisaus: *small nod* *Quietly* Then I shall bring the Senator to Prowl...

Starscream: *tiny smile* Prowl will take care of things.

Viisaus: *Nods, before his attention goes to the tub when Kriti makes a soft sound*

Kriti: *Dreaming, and moving about as she sleeps*

Jazz: *on his feet now, and over to quietly play some music*

Kriti: *Quiets down after a few minutes of sleep-fussing*

Megatron: *worry worry* *quietly, his confident and protective stance replaced with that of a child who is nearly worried blind* Is she okay?

Jazz: *Softly* Yeah... Was prolly just a bad dream... *resisting the urge to smooth the blue youngling's helm, though he clearly wants to reassure her that way*

Senator: *quite surprised to see machines acting in such a human manner*

Megatron: *hand over his mouth, but not before his wibble shows, and then he startles slightly as Starscream hugs him comfortingly*

Soundwave: *Snuggles Bubby*

Viisaus: *Will take the Senator out of the washracks, and from there, to Prowl*

Prowl: *quiet talk to Eclipse as he helps her put a finger back on*

Eclipse: *Quiet and sheepish explanation about how she lost that finger*

Prowl: *quietly as he works* I know, Eclipse. We've all done it.

Eclipse: *glances down the hall, surprised sound*

Prowl: *turns his head and then straightens slightly* Viisaus?

Viisaus: Jazz is unable to meet with the Senator...

Prowl: *frowns* Duct tape?

Viisaus: *Headshake* He is caring for his niece.

Eclipse: *Small nod* *Quietly* Kriti's sick...

Prowl: *soft inhalation* *glances at the Senator* Do you mind waiting till I've finished helping Eclipse with her finger, sir?

Senator: I don't mind... *Still mulling what he witnessed in the washracks over in his head, trying to make sense of it*

Viisaus: *Will carefully and gently set the Senator where the human won't get hurt, but will still be able to talk to Prowl*

Eclipse: *Doing her best to stay still*

Prowl: *softly as he turns back to Eclipse* ...And now you give it a little twist like THIS. *did it as he spoke*

Eclipse: Owwww! *Whine*

Viisaus: *Sympathetic clicks, will go see if he can get some energon goodies for the younger bots*

Prowl: *arms around Eclipse and gently rubbing her back* The pain should fade quickly.

Eclipse: *Clicks quietly as she carefully shakes her hand a bit*

Prowl: No. Put it under your other arm. Shaking it will disrupt the fluid flow and keep the tubes from self repairing as fast as they should.

Eclipse: *Fusses a bit, but does so*

Senator: *A bit surprised at the orange and black femme's behavior*

Prowl: *soothing clicks and kisses the little femme on the head* Shhh, it'll be alright.

Eclipse: *clicks quietly* Still hurts though... *Small pout*

Prowl: *takes a strawbaby out of subspace and offers it*

Eclipse: *Surprised, thanks Prowl as she reaches for the strawbaby*

Prowl: *grave smile as he gives the treat to the little femme, and then he's turning those calm, quizzical optics toward the Senator*

Senator: *Will quietly explain the reason for his visit, which is a diplomatic one*

Prowl: So what can I do to help you, sir?

Senator: The House of Representatives and the Senate are wanting to have Cybertronians represented as well...

Prowl: *surprised* They are?

Senator: Because of the assistance your people have given since First Contact back in the 1980s, and the fact that logically, there are Cybertronians that are also American citizens...

Eclipse: *Microwings up, earlights bright*

Prowl: There... are?

Eclipse: *Quietly* According to Dad and Papa, I am....

Prowl: *looks down at her and then nods his understanding* You were born here.

Senator: *A bit surprised, but continues on* She'd be considered a legal citizen once she's an adult... And her parents would be considered naturalized citizens, because they've been here at least fourteen years...

Prowl: *small smile that holds pride* She is an adult, Senator.

Senator: ... *Brows up*

Eclipse: *Nod* I've finished growing, and I've started learning my profession....

Prowl: We don't have a very long childhood.

*Lambo falls past the window*

Prowl: Normally.

Eclipse: ... *Facepalm with her unijured head*

Senator: ... So idiocy really is universal...

Prowl: *blinks at him* It's a sentient institution.

Eclipse: *Ducking her head a bit, is asking Red Alert if he has a visual of the other Lambo or not*

Senator: ... You'll get no arguement about that from me.

Prowl: *also checking with Red Alert on the same question*

Red Alert: *Informs his student that Sunstreaker is currently on the roof, laughing at Sideswipe*

Prowl: *deep sigh* I should go and deal with that.

Eclipse: I'll go... Sunstreaker doesn't run from me.

Prowl: *hesitates and frowns slightly*

Eclipse: *Gives her mentor a slight Look* Jazz is taking care of Kriti... and Orion was tossing cow and pig plushies around.

Prowl: ... He was what?

Eclipse: *Shares the video footage of the former Prime hanging out of the windows of the Prime's office so he can dump a blue barrel of carnival cow plushies on Wheeljack, while Wheelie and WakeJumper lob pig plushies at the inventor*

Prowl: *face in hands* Oh, dear Primus.

Eclipse: *Innocently* Was he that much of a dork when he was Optimus?

Prowl: No. *pats her on the shoulder and lets her go* Bring Brawn along.

Eclipse: 'Kay! *Will go find the strong minibot and sweet-talk the mech into helping*

Prowl: *turns back to the Senator with an apology*

Senator: If only the Senate were so interesting.

Prowl: *quiet 'heh'*

Senator: *Will explain about what would be required for a Cybertronian Representative and Senator, and the rights allowed to everyone who chooses to become a naturalized American citizen*

Prowl: *calls Viisaus*

Viisaus: I am right here, Prowl... *Was just coming back to give Eclipse an energon goodie, will offer it to Prowl instead*

Prowl: *absently takes the goodie and tells Viisaus the Senator's proposal*

Viisaus: *Soft chuckle* I see....

Prowl: It's too bad you just got here, Viisaus. With Hot Rod in the medbay I can't think of anyone else with the needed skills.

Viisaus: Perhaps in time, I will be able to assist... It would be interesting to compare American Senate practices to Cybertronian practices, at least...

Prowl: *nods* *turns back to the Senator* In the meantime, I can't think of any of us who are naturalized who would qualify. *groans and looks up as a clang comes from overhead*

Senator: *Small nod, attention going to the ceiling* ...Should we be worried?

Prowl: It's just Brawn.

second Lambo: *past the window*

Viisaus: *Soft chuckle* If not for the fact that I have seen Sunstreaker and Sideswipe bounce, I would be worried...

Prowl: *shaking his head* I think they both fell on their heads, so they're fine.

Senator: ... Are you sure?

Viisaus: The twins are more durable than they appear, despite Sunstreaker's tendency to complain about dents....

Prowl: They're some of our few actual military models.

Senator: ... Ah... Alright....

Prowl: Which doesn't mean they're dangerous. *slight smile as he turns to look toward a soft sound next to him* Starscream. *arms out and then hugs the slender Seeklet*

Silverbolt II: *issa nicker in Mama's arms*

Viisaus: *To Starscream* Is Kriti feeling better then?

Starscream: *quietly* She's sleeping. *looks to the Senator* Please don't be afraid of me. It makes me sad.

Senator: *Small nod* *Still isn't quite sure about Starscream, but he'll be polite*

Starscream: *small wibble, and turns toward the human more fully. In the process he exposes the fact that his pet foal has wings*

Senator: *both brows up* Is that a baby pegasus? *Curious*

Starscream: *softly* Pegasus was a famous winged horse. *gentle fingers down Silverbolt II's fuzzy little mane.*

Senator: ... *confused now*

Starscream: *holds the curious foal within the man's reach* So she's not a pegasus. She's a winged foal.

Silverbolt II: *stretches out her neck and gently noses the Senator's chest, making a friendly little sound as she does so*

Senator: *Will gently pet Silverbolt II's nose*

Starscream: *softly* She's six months old. Do you see the pretty design on her feathers?

Senator: *nods* Is she going to keep the design on her feathers as she gets older?

Starscream: *proud smile for the little (to him) pet* I think so. Birds with patterns like that often keep them.

Senator: *Small nod* It's clear that you take very good care of her...

Starscream: *slightly surprised look* She might get sick if I don't. *arms tighten just a little around his pet, who whickers and nuzzles him with that same well-trained gentleness that she'd shown to the human*

Prowl: *watching this with quiet pride*

Senator: That's good... If only there were more kids who are as responsible as you are...

Starscream: *seriously* Too many grown ups teach their kids about 'rights', when it's responsibility that is the important thing.

Prowl: *inhales softly, surprised to hear those words from his son*

Senator: *nods, expression going serious*

Starscream: *still serious, his voice going quiet* Emphasizing 'human rights' was the biggest mistake the human leaders made. It didn't work on Cybertron to focus on individual rights, and I don't think it will work here. If everyone thought of their responsibilities, then no one would get hurt, or need things they can't get.

Prowl: *looks at Viisaus, his unspoken question in his optics. Are you hearing this?*

Viisaus: *Small nod, approval in his optics*

Prowl: *turns back to the Senator*

Senator: *Quietly* It's a shame you're not an adult yet... We need people who understand and practice exactly what you're talking about.

Starscream: *blinks a bit. Then, apologetically* I've only had my first growth spurt.

Senator: *Will reach to gently pat the youngster's hand* When you're an adult, if you are interested, I will gladly support you in the Senate or House of Representatives.

Starscream: *optics widen* But, sir...

Senator: If you're interested. If you're not, then that's alright as well.

Starscream: But... I'm Starscream. *sadness in that thin dark face as he says it*

Senator: If anyone has a problem with that, then they need to learn not to judge a book by its cover.

Starscream: *wibbles, and then turns back to Prowl and hides his face against the older mech*

Prowl: *quietly* Thank you, sir.

Senator: *About to say something more, when his phone goes off. The device gets a slight Look, before the man is sighing*

Prowl: Sir?

Senator: One of my aides...

Prowl: Is something wrong?

Senator: Not anything the more senior aides can't handle... *Turns his phone's ringer down* If it's truly something that needs my attention, one of them will get in contact with me.

Prowl: Alright. *slight smile*

Eclipse: *Sending Prowl an image of Jazz, Megatron, Soundwave, and Kriti*

Prowl: *optics go slightly out of focus for a moment, and then his slight smile returns* *quietly* Good. Kriti's alright.

Starscream: *sigh. Is falling asleep leaning on his dad*

Senator: *small nod* *Quieter* That's good...

Viisaus: *Soft chuckle*

Prowl: *sigh, and then makes a soft sound of surprise as he looks at his son* Starscream? *quiet chuckle* Hey...

Senator: *Quietly* I should probably get ready to head back to the office...

Prowl: *looks back to him, supporting the sleeping youngling* Alright, sir. Thank you for coming. I'm sorry our Prime couldn't speak with you.

Senator: There will be time for that another day...

Prowl: *nods, and then looks at Viisaus*

Viisaus: *Will offer to bring the Senator to his ride, nodding to Prowl before he and the Senator leave*

Prowl: *watches them go down the hall, and then brings Starscream and Silverbolt II to Starscream's room so the Seeklet can nap*

((co-written with random_xtras))