The Dream and beVerse, Common Area and Iacon, Combaticons

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twins: *smirk*

beScream: *comming Swindle!*

Swindle: //Swindle here//

beScream: //...You weren't joking about being a business mech, were you?//

Swindle: //No, I wasn't...*smirk* ...why?//

beScream: //Let's just say your alternate's only an hour old. And she's already made magnetic patches of my dancers for mechs to wear. And she's made a profit.//

Swindle: *cracks up laughing*

beScream: //I'm trying to get her to contact you about starting to sell your fancy fuel, but she's too busy selling patches.//

Swindle: //Give her time...besides, with her patches, she doesn't have to share the profits..*smirk*//

beScream: //I can't even get her to stop selling long enough to REFUEL//

Swindle: //Oh, that's a bit much...//

beScream: //I gave her a direct order. She said yes, sir. But then my dancers went out to squeal over the patches, and the mechs in the line started wanting autographs....// *sounds flustered*

Swindle: //Perhaps she should figure out a way so she can refuel and sell at the same time...// *he probably would have if he'd had more customers in the same place...*

beScream: //I'm afraid if I go out there I'll scare the customers away and break all three little femme's sparks.// *woeful*

Zoe: *snickerfitdying into her pillow*

Swindle: //Scare the customers? Why?//

beScream: //Most of the run of the mill aren't used to being in the presence of the Air Commander.//

Swindle: //Ahhh, that's understandable.//

beScream: //...Are you any good at putting shells together?//

Swindle: //I've done it a couple of times...//

beScream: //How much would you charge to come talk to Swindle, and help me get her brothers into shells?//

Swindle: //...brothers?//

beScream: //I don't know what else to call them. Male sparks that came from Vector Sigma when she did.//

Swindle: //I'll see what I need to do before I give you an estimate//

beScream: //Very well.//

Swindle: //I'll be there shortly. Swindle out.//

beScream: //Starscream out.//

Zoe: *cackle*

Swindle: ...there's gonna be Combaticons in that reality, isn't there? *snerk*

Zoe: *snorfle* Columba says there's never been a real war. But... *snerkmore*

Swindle: *giggle* I'll be back when I can. *gives Zoe a snug*

Zoe: *snugsnog, snerk into pillow more*

Swindle: *snerk, then teleport to beScream's reality*

beScream: *standing at the window of his gorgeously decorated and airy home, his brows quirked with bemusement as he absently hugs a tiny, pale yellow femme*

Moonshadow: *sees Swindle and eeks*

beScream: Shhh, pet. He's supposed to be here.

Swindle: Starscream...*smiles and nods*

beScream: Look at them. My dancers are up on the table now.

Swindle: *looks over at the table*

table: *just outside the house. Is holding boxes of patches and two dancers showing off their lights. There's a line up of fliers waiting their turn to buy patches, and a clump of fliers who've already bought patches, and there is much cheering. There's also a golden and purple femmebot with saucy wings sitting and giving a business pitch*

beScream: ...I never thought three little femmes could catch so much attention.

Swindle: Oh, Swindles know how to get attention if they want it.

beScream: *rubs his face* As do my dancers. What are the mechs going to be like??

Swindle: If they're like what I think they're going to be like...

beScream: *slightly apprehensive look* And what's that like?

Swindle: *tries to describe the Combaticons he's come across*

beScream: *horrified* Blitzwing all over again.

Swindle: ...perhaps these will be different..

beScream: *prays it be so as Moonshadow snuggles*

Swindle: ...so, which first? Talking to Swindle, or working on those shells?

beScream: I... you decide. *because his processor's a bit fried*

huge cheer: *from outside*

Swindle: *scans the Swindle outside, to see how low she may be on energy*

wSwindle: *pretty low, seems she's turned the first alert off. Is busy throwing her hands up dramatically as the twins fly overhead and give a free show that's bringing in even more customers*

Swindle: *facepalm* Let me talk to Swindle first..

beScream: *nod frown*

Swindle: *exits the building*

Dawn and Dusk: Eeeee! Swindle! *fly down to snug*

wSwindle: What...?

Swindle: o.o *is snugged* ^.^

DnD: *telling him about what they're doing, finishing each others' sentences like the twins they are as they cling to him gleefully*

wSwindle: *looking at him like 0.o*

Swindle: *noddling as they talk, then grins over at wSwindle*

Customers: 0.o

wSwindle: Er... you look like me. Only... broken.

Swindle: I'm not broken. Just...different.

wSwindle: Your wings are missing. I can get you a new pair!

Swindle: *chuckles* I keep my wings inside.

wSwindle: ..Inside? *Swindly head tilt*

Swindle: Yes....and I think you need some fuel.

wSwindle: *blink at subject change* I can't leave now, and neither can the dancers. We have credit to bring in :D

Swindle: *takes out a box of cookies*

DnD: *excited talk, and then attempts to feed younger but taller sister*

wSwindle: o.0

Swindle: *laughs* Go on..free samples. ^^

wSwindle: *mmprh!*

Swindle: *snerks at that*

nearest customer: ...Can I buy a patch?

Swindle: *quickly glances over for patches, and a quick scan for prices*

Dusk: *sees what he's doing and tells what they're worth*

patches: *sitting in boxes, still many!*

patches: *show the pretty little sisters, one facing the camera, and the other facing her with an arm around her shoulders*

Swindle: Certainly *will sell patches while wSwindle refuels*

wSwindle: *WORRY. Thinks she sees profits running away* *tries to eat faster*

Swindle: *making sure the creds are safe*

bots: *happily buying and then paying extra as the mauve eyed sister, Dusk, signs her own and her sister's names on the patches*

Dawn: *feeda Swindle!*

Swindle: *grins...contemplating adding cookies to the sale pile*

bot: *just got hold of the cookie that Dusk set down. Sniff sniff sniff o.0*

Swindle: *notes that...does a quick side spiel about that*

bot: *wants to buy cookie!*

bot behind him: *wants one too, but only if it doesn't look like the dancers.*

bot: *shows him that it doesn't*

Swindle: *thinks cinnaSeekers may be out, but has plenty of deceptiscouts..*

bots: *happy to buy those!* *some of the ones after the first five guys want to know what happened to Swindle's wings*

Swindle: ..I keep them inside. *sells cookies*

wSwindle: *suddenly over by his side and giving him a very familiar reproving look, which is added to by a femmepout*

Swindle: *softly* Just opening the way for the cookies, Swindle...

wSwindle: *head tilt* What do you mean?

Swindle; *explains about the cookies, and the other fuels he sells...and how he sells them in other realities. Usually via other Swindles.*

wSwindle: *listening*

Swindle: The things usually sell themselves, really...

wSwindle: *as Dusk takes over the patch and cookie selling without her noticing* ...What's the cut?

Swindle: *tells the cut*

wSwindle: *ponders* *tries for a bigger one*

Swindle: *smirks at that*

beScream: *having a minor fit inside as he chases a spark and tries to get it back into the stasis pot*

wSwindle: *smirks back* What do you say?

Swindle: Welll, I usually have a fixed rate, but perhaps...*and had told her a larger then usual knowing she'd haggle. He'd get his normal cut anyway*

wSwindle: I need my profit too. *look, Swindle, this girl alt knows she's a girl. She's putting on the cute*

Swindle: Of course, of course...though there's nothing keeping you from selling at a higher rate...>.>

wSwindle: *considering expression* True. Alright, deal! *then acks at Dusk and shoos her back to signing*

Swindle: *chuckles, and shakes on it*

wSwindle: *happily resumes business*

DnD: *pretty grins for Swindle*

Swindle: *happy wSwindle has eaten* *chuckles at Dusk and Dawn*

beScream: *angry words for someone inside*

Swindle: !! I need to get back in there

DnD: *wide optics behind their sparkly visors and let him go*

Swindle: *gets back inside*

beScream: *glowering at a big Blitzwing on a comm screen as a spark hovers around his head* NO! No more femmes! I'll never give you another of my works! You killed them, Blitzwing!

Blitzwing: They were drones. Too stupid to do anything. You promised me someone who would be company, and you never gave it to me. I want a femme.

Swindle: *stops short*

beScream: They were Transformers! And you HIT them.

Blitzwing: *angry gesture* I hit things. I'm the slagging Planetary Protector. It's hardwired into my systems. Most people know to get out of my way!

Swindle: ....

beScream: NO. Don't call me again!

Blitzwing: You're breaking your promise!

beScream: *cuts the connection and turns off the screen*

spark: *sits on his head*

Swindle: ....That how he usually is?

beScream: *startles and looks at him* That's him being unusually restrained.

Swindle: *facepalm*

beScream: *tightly* No Cybertronian had ever been killed by another, except for a few drunken traffic accidents. But he killed THREE of my works.

Swindle: *frowns at that*

beScream: And DARES call them drones!

Swindle: I know Columba... She's not a drone... She didn't have any self preservation programming, though...

beScream: She didn't need it. Why would she need it?

Swindle: *gives beScream a look*

beScream: Only a malfunction fit for the scrap heap would hit something that delicate and beautiful.

Swindle: Well...

beScream: What? *angry look*

Swindle: ..nothing.

beScream: *rubs his face and mutters*

spark: *crackles*

Swindle: You still need help with those shells?

beScream: I do. *sighs and looks around, then calls softly when he can't remember where he left his own femme*

Moonshadow: *here she comes, instantly, and smiling*

Swindle: ...I can probably just wish them up.. Be quicker...

beScream: *pause* Wish them up?

Swindle: *makes little twinkles with his fingertips* If you want.

beScream: ...Alright. *once more hugging his Moonshadow as she snuggles and purrs soothingly*

Swindle: *closes his optics, and wishes the shells into existance, in forms best suited for both the sparks that will reside in them, and this reality..*

five shells: *standing strong and tall. Three with wings and one with rotors*

spark on beScream's head: *ZIIIP!*

Onslaught: *rubs optics and then looks at hands*

Swindle: *looks for the other sparks*

beScream: *sent a drone servant to go get the other three spark pots*

Onslaught: *looks himself over and snerks. Then cracks his knuckles*

beScream: .....

Swindle: This should be... interesting.

servant: *brings the other spark pots to Swindle*

beScream: *softly* Slaggit, he is Protector coded.

Swindle: *takes the spark bots* ..that's bad?

beScream: That's a maniac that hits things.

Onslaught: *too busy examining the room to hit anything atm*

Swindle: *wince* *putting the other sparks in their shells*

two of them: *smack each other upside the head and laugh as soon as they've gotten all settled*

Swindle: *facepalm*

beScream: *looking unhappy with that*

Onslaught: *leads his brothers outside the moment they're all functional*

Swindle: *follow*

wSwindle: *standing and watching her customers scatter as Blitzwing wades through them with a determined expression on his face*

DnD: *hiding behind her and going 0.0*

Swindle: *watches, tense*

Onslaught: *gently slaps sister in head and looks at her quizzically*

wSwindle: *nods toward the oncoming giant*

Onslaught: *cracks his knuckles and grins*

Swindle: *stays nearby*

Blitzwing: *bellows* Starscream! You broke your promise!

Onslaught: Yell louder, I don't think he heard you.

wSwindle: *elbow in brother's grill*

DnD: *will come hide behind Swindle now, kthnx*

Swindle: *will protect*

DnD: *look at him, and then scoot into the house as beScream sees who's coming and calls for them*

Onslaught: *steps in front of Blitzwing and smirks* Slag off.

Swindle: *watches*

Blitzwing: That slagger broke a promise to me. I want him to keep his word.

Onslaught: He wants you to go away. So get.

Swindle: *watches warily*

Blitzwing: No! I want a femme!

wSwindle: *shoots him in the back right about then....*

Blitzwing: 0_0

Swindle: *tense*

Blitzwing: *turns to look at his attacker, and then his jaw drops* You're a femme!

wSwindle: *shoots him in the mug for good measure*

Blitzwing: *laughing!*

Swindle: *faint growl*

Blitzwing: He made a good one! Hey, I wanna... *clunk*

Swindle: ... *SNERK*

Blitzwing: *barely awake* Pretty, and companionship.... want that one!

Onslaught and brothers: *amused and high fiving sister*

Swindle: I don't think so.

Blitzwing: Pretty. ... *passout*

Swindle: >.>

wSwindle: *getting her business back in gear, bossing brothers and telling them to pack up when she sees that the customers are probably pretty well gone for the day*

Swindle: *smirk*

beScream: *out now that he's gotten his Moonshadow and dancers stowed safely* *stares at what's going on*

Swindle: Need any help?

beScream: ...What happened?

Swindle: *tells*

beScream: *mouth fallen open* SWINDLE shot him???

Swindle: Yep

beScream: But but.... *very brain broken expression*

Swindle: You gonna be okay?

beScream: But femmes are meant for comfort and companionship.... How.....

wSwindle: *kicks a brother in the aft*

Swindle: You did ask for my code, right?

beScream: *faintly* Yes.

Swindle: *chuckles* I do have a strong sense of self preservation...and a bit of, well, if someone bothers me or anyone I care about...>.>

beScream: *brain break* *and then stares as the Combaticons decide to wake Blitzwing up and ask him about the nearest bar, before dragging him off with them to said bar*

Swindle: Well?

beScream: I... I ... I ... I ...

Primus: *feeling of satisfaction in the back of Swindle's mind. It's taken awhile, but that's finally done*

Swindle: *curious about this*

Primus: *Starscream is stubborn. But Blitzwing has his helpers now* *sadness about the two femmes who came home early*

Swindle: *nods*

beScream: I have to get them back!

Swindle: Back?

beScream: Here. Away from Blitzwing!

Swindle: *thinks about what he felt from Primus* I think that's meant to be...

beScream: What? What are you talking about?

Swindle: *tells what he felt*

beScream: *gives him a 'buh' look* Primus... speaks to you?

Swindle: Occasionally.

beScream: *sudden look of shock* But if this was meant to be....

Swindle: Probably why the other sparks came with Swindle. He is sad about the two that came home early

beScream: Strata and Nimbus. *numbly* My fault.

Swindle: *frowns lightly* He also said you're stubborn.

beScream: *stands there and looks wilted for a moment, and then turns and goes into his house*

Swindle: ... *sigh*

wSwindle: //Hey, Swindle. You want to come have a drink? Blitzwing's buying.//

Swindle: //Sure//

wSwindle: *gives coordinates*

Swindle: *goes there*

bar: *cheerful. Noisy. Lots of bots buying patches and cookies*

Blitzwing: *still unconscious, his face on the bar*

Swindle: *heads over there*

bartender: *trying to wrangle a cut of cookie sales out of wSwindle and failing utterly*

Swindle: *smirks at that*

Vortex: *burping contest with another brother*

Onslaught: *offers Swindle a can of high grade*

Swindle: *takes it with a thanks*

wSwindle: *kind enough to show cookie dunking, so that bartender can make a profit too! But then charges him for the tip*

Swindle: *snerk*

bartender: *flaily cuss* *knows if he throws them out everyone else will go too!*

Swindle: *smirk*

wSwindle: *racking in the credits!*

Swindle: *amused as all get out*

Vortex: *found a paint marker and is giving Blitzwing's cannons pink bands*

Swindle: *will not laugh...*

wSwindle: *gets other brothers to selling cookies and patches, and then looks at Swindle* I'll give you twenty credits for your best sales tips.

Swindle: o.O *doesn't know what his best sales tips are*

wSwindle: ...Twenty one?

Swindle: ..No creds. You seem to already have them.

wSwindle: ...I do?

Swindle: *explains what she's doing* ^^

wSwindle: *beeg grin* *and then tries to sell him a patch*

Swindle: *amused at that...and buys one* *then thinks about it...and buys one for each of the Castle Swindles too..he knows they'll want one once they see it*

wSwindle: *shocked by the sale but offering a signature from the dancers on each one for an additional fee*

Swindle: *laughs, and accepts*

wSwindle: Money up front, and then you can get them signed when you see Dusk and Dawn again. *grin*

Swindle: ....Deal. *if she is like him, she won't break it*

wSwindle: *happily hides the creds, then uses more of Blitzwing's to get her brothers more drinks*

Swindle: *amused*

wSwindle: *checks with the dancers. Gets told that Starscream found them a new home, but they're moving back in as fast as he moves them out*

Swindle: o.o

wSwindle: *tells them to charge him*

Swindle: *snerk*

*sound over wSwindle's com of a crash*

wSwindle: What was that?

Dusk: //Oh, we jumped on him.//

Swindle: o.o

Dawn: //He needs hugs!//

Swindle: *snerk*

wSwindle: *shakes head and buys more drinks*

Swindle: *sips on his*

bar: *full of happy party time*

Blitzwing: *snoring, a smile on his grim old face*

Swindle: *just taking it in*

sales: *finally dwindle*

Onslaugh, Vortex, and other two brothers: *groggily grousing at each other and exchanging half hearted smacks*

wSwindle: *sitting on Blitzwing's knee and cutting a deal with him*

Swindle: *watches*

wSwindle: *finally agrees to generous terms. Has no idea she just effectively worked out a marriage contract, but is pleased enough to be called Blitzwing's femme*

Blitzwing: *very very happy old soldier*

Swindle: *grins.. and is amused by yet another Blitzwing and Swindle pairing*

Blitzwing: *wants to go home and sleep off his damages now. Gets to his feet with his femme under one arm, calling to her brothers to grab their and her stuff and come on*

Swindle: *smirk*

wSwindle: *smirks back at him. Looks very pleased with herself*

Swindle: *makes sure she has his frequency for when she needs more cookies*

wSwindle: *gives him a thumbs up and a wink*

Swindle: *returns the motion, and heads for home*

Zoe: *snoozing on the couch, two bitties sitting happily on top of her and playing with dolls*

Swindle: *smiles at this*

Silver: *looks up and then squees and flies to him*

Farsight: Dad!

Swindle: Hey you two *snugs Silver, then goes and snugs Farsight*

Zoe: Hrrrmmmm. How'd it go?

Swindle: Well... that Reality's Blitzwing has a new femme...

Zoe: *blink* Isn't he the guy... -Who killed Columba?-

Swindle: -Yes... *and then explains just what happened*-

Zoe: *blink blink blink* -So it was Starscream's fault too. I knew that. He sent three girls to the guy....-

Swindle: *nods*

Zoe: If Blitzwing's hard wired to hit, how will he take Combaticon antics?

Swindle: I don't know.

Silver: *gives Daddy a picture of the Bltizwing with a Vortex in a headlock, grinning fiercely and lecturing the younger mech on how you're SUPPOSED to sneak up on an opponent*

Swindle: .... *facepalm*

Zoe: 0.o I think they're part of the companionship package.

Swindle: I think they are too

Zoe: *soft chuckle*

Swindle: *moves over to snug Zoe*

Zoe: *snuggle*

Primus: *lets slip that the two who came home early also went back*

Swindle: o.O

Silver: Ooooo -Strata and Nimbus... are Dusk and Dawn?-

Primus: *As they should have been*

Swindle: -Ohhh-

Zoe: *wibble*

Swindle: ... *SNUGGLE*

Primus: *hints about that reality's Cybertron needing more than one Protector soon, and being glad that things are finally in place*

Swindle: -Ohhh-

Silver: oooooo

Zoe: *blink blink*

Swindle: *snug on Zoe*

Zoe: *cuddles back and then looks at Farsight, who is hugging his kitty and watching Mama and Daddy and Sister have a conversation he can only hear part of*

Swindle: *blush*

Farsight: *grins and snuggles*

Zoe: *snuggle pile nap?*

Swindle: *snugglepilenap!*

((written by random_xtras and swindle_blitz))