OV and the Nexus, Dinobot Island and the Black Dog, Snow Day!

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WakeJumper: *peeeeeking out the door, wide optics*

Tarantulus: *just totally stepped in a hole and vanished into a snowbank*

Grimlock: ...Not my fault.

WakeJumper: *Surprised squeak, scoots to find Blackarachnia or Myrrh*

Swoop: *looks up from gently pecking at her ragdoll baby* You Jumper run fast. Where you go?

WakeJumper: *mix of excited/scared clicks and English* Tarantulus! *Clickclickclickpopsqueal!* *Flaaaaail*

Blackarachnia: *looks in from the hallway* WakeJumper? What did Grimlock do this time?

WakeJumper: *headshake, clickstorm, will move to tug Blackarachnia towards the door so she can see that Tarantulus vanished in the strange-looking white stuff*

Blackarachnia: *follows the little guy, her expression quizzical. And then she's laughing as she catches sight of her mate climbing out of that Dinobot turbofoxhole*

Tarantulus: ^_^;;

WakeJumper: *clickstorm, hesitantly scoots close to the edge of the white stuff that's everywhere just past the door*

Grimlock: *muttering to himself as he works his way into the monster drift that's built itself up about ten yards from the door* Me Grimlock find it!

Tarantulus: ...We were looking for Slag, Grimlock. *frowns*

Slag: *snort in the drift*

Tarantulus: ... *facepalm*

Blackarachnia: *more laughter*

WakeJumper: *looks to her, confusion clear on his face*

Blackarachnia: *scoops the little guy up and walks over to the massive pile of snow* And what do you think you're doing in there, Slag?

Slag: *pushes Grimlock out and snorts again. Almost looks happy*

WakeJumper: *CLINGS* 0_0

Blackarachnia: What's wrong, champ? *smiles at the youngling in her arms*

WakeJumper: *hesitant clicks. The white stuff is something he's never been this close to before...*

Blackarachnia: Oh yeah. You've never seen snow up close before.

Tarantulus: Being snowed into the base kind of kept that from happening. *walks over and gently offers WakeJumper a handful of the stuff*

WakeJumper: 0_0 *hesitantly reaches for the white stuff* *Clickstorm when he realizes the stuff's cold!*

Grimlock: *big muzzle over there* Is funny to eat.

Tarantulus: What? Yuck. .>_<.

Blackarachnia: *chuckling*

WakeJumper: *headtilt* Yuck?

Tarantulus: It's just frozen water and a lot of Detroit smog.

Grimlock: Yum. Me Grimlock love smog!

WakeJumper: ... *small taste* ... *pulls a face*

Blackarachnia: About all it's good for is melting for baths. *suddenly arches her back and growls, and then aims a kick at a suddenly laughing Tarantulus* Stick snow under my armor, will you!

WakeJumper: *Clickstorm!* :D

Blackarachnia: *gently sets him down, and then goes after her mate!*

WakeJumper: o.O *poking at snow, squeaks when Slag buries him in a small pile of the stuff*

Tarantulus: *just found that other turbofoxhole* ACK!

Blackarachnia: *laughing so hard she's about to fall over*

WakeJumper: *Digging his way out so he can scold Slag*

Slag: *Pays the little guy's scolding no mind*

Grimlock: *busy pushing snow on top of Tarantulus*

WakeJumper: *Shakes and tries to get all the snow out of his plating, before he's getting a thoughtful look on his face. He'll scoot back indoors with a double handful of snow, intending to show it to Swoop and Myrrh*

Myrrh: *feels his eagerness to find her and comes trotting out of the hall* What is it, WakeJumper? *smile*

WakeJumper: *Shows Myrrh the snow, clicks*

Swoop: *dragging her ragdoll by the arm now, comes to see what has WakeJumper's attention*

Myrrh: *nods and puts an arm around WakeJumper* *softly* Can you magnify your visuals?

WakeJumper: *Blink blink, didn't know he could do that... will give it a try*

Myrrh: *fishes around in her storage pocket and produces a strong magnifier in case WakeJumper isn't able to see the little stars that make up snow with just his own vision*

WakeJumper: *Surprised clicks when he sees the pretty little stars*

Swoop: *peeeeking* Is little flower-shapes?

Myrrh: *smiles again* Yes. They're ice crystals. And each one is totally unique.

Swoop: Pretty....

WakeJumper: *Clicks softly*

Myrrh: Yes. The Greatest Creator is a wonderful artist. *turns head at a squeal from the passage leading to the front door* ...What are Blackarachnia and Tarantulus doing?

WakeJumper: *Quiet giggle*

Myrrh: *can feel the system shock mingled with happiness. Pat pats big/little brother and heads out to look*

WakeJumper: *follows*

Swoop: *Will also follow*

Tarantulus: *has forgotten the world and everything in it. He's trying to give his gleefully flailing and screeching mate a bath with the snow*

Myrrh: *soft laugh* Awwww.

WakeJumper: *blink blink, more giggle*

Swoop: *tucks her dolly away* Play in snow! *Will harrass Grimlock and Slag now*

Blackarachnia: *manages to contain her gleeflail subroutines long enough to stick a claw between two of Tarantulus' armor plates*

Tarantulus: *BELLOW!*

WakeJumper: *JUMPS* *and then vanishes in a snow drift*

Grimlock: *lifts his head and blinks* ... We put another hole over there that me Grimlock doesn't remember?

Myrrh: *hurrying over to Wake's last known position*

Slag: *Snort*

WakeJumper: *landed in a drift that's deeper than he is tall, is trying to dig his way out* *Clickstorm*

Myrrh: *helping little brother dig, though the snow on her wings makes her shiver* *tries clicking despite chattering teeth and armor*

WakeJumper: *once he's out of the drift, shakes hard enough to rattle armor, then he's trying to gently herd Myrrh back inside. Has had enough of the snow for now*

Grimlock: *massive sneeze and evokes a blizzard*

Tarantulus: *sitting up from where Blackarachnia thought she was holding him down* What the...?

WakeJumper: *SQUEAL!*

Swoop: Him Grimlock sneeze!

Myrrh: *shaking in earnest now*

Tarantulus: *gently sets his mate aside and gets up to scoop his two little ones into his arms and bring them over to the nearest working heat vent. Yes, they have oil in the big tank and are heating the place a bit*

WakeJumper: *Wibbles and clings to Myrrh, fussing quietly*

Tarantulus: *gently ups his own temperature, and then smiles as Myrrh sighs and stops shivering* Good.

Myrrh: *quiet laugh* It was fun, though...

WakeJumper: *small nod, snuggles against Myrrh-sissy*

Tarantulus: *softly, as he takes the big towel that Blackarachnia brings and wraps both youngsters in it* Do you think it's time to refuel?

Myrrh: *will let Wake reply*

WakeJumper: *checking his fuel levels, small nod*

Tarantulus: *looks for Dinobots and sees Grimlock curiously poking at some of the old scientific equipment* Do you think we should go to the Black Dog?

Myrrh: The Dinobots have been getting better at not breaking things.

Blackarachnia: *grin* So you want everybody to go?

WakeJumper: *Slight headtilt* *Quiet click*

Tarantulus: *quiet encouragement* That's where I get the fuel we've been eating. The cookies and twinkies.

WakeJumper: *small nod. Will go if everyone else goes*

Tarantulus: *picks up the two little ones while Blackarachnia calls to the Dinobots*

Grimlock: *coming over curiously* Fuel? Cookie for me Grimlock?

Swoop: *Going to hitch a ride on Grimlock's back* Om nom nom?

Slag: *following after Grimlock without a word*

Tarantulus: *looks up and remembers the panic that happened the last time something vital was forgotten* Do you have your baby, Swoop?

Swoop: *nodnod* ^_^

Tarantulus: Are you sure?

Swoop: *Looks a bit funny trying to get her dolly out while hanging onto Grimlock*

Tarantulus: *gentle hand to stop her* I see her. Is she hungry too?

Swoop: *nodnod* Hungry, yes.

Tarantulus: How about you, Slag?

Slag: *nod, will transform and poke Grimlock on the skidplate*

Grimlock: *amiably* Stupid sister. *nuzzles Myrrh before remembering he's in robot mode*

Blackarachnia: *facepalms and laughs, then sighs* Too bad we can't go get Sentinel, but then we'd have to explain to a lot of bots how we got off the island to start with.

WakeJumper: *Quiet click, snuggaMyrrh*

Tarantulus: *quiet sigh. He misses his friend* We'll save something for him.

Blackarachnia: *nods, a hand on the little ones. Then smiles at the big ones* Is everyone ready?

Swoop: Am ready! :D

Slag: *soft "Hrmph", nod*

WakeJumper: *nod*

Grimlock: Get show on road already. Me Grimlock starve before we get there.

Tarantulus: *chuckles and PINs his family to the Black Dog*

WakeJumper: 0_0 *CLING*

Tarantulus: *looks around, and then blinks and looks down at the tiny pink being in the maid dress who has an even tinier bot riding on his shoulders* o.0??

Mal: Ask them table or bar!

Blackarachnia: *amused*

DivaShot: T-Table or b-bar? *Looks like he really doesn't want to be here*

Blackarachnia: Is the big round corner booth empty? *glances toward the sound of howls of laughter coming from the corner of the bar*

DivaShot: *looks*

mWakeJumper: *in stitches*

Mal: Mutt, we're trying to get some work done here! *shakes fist*

Rhinox: *up on bar and elbows Mutt down to the lower level. Waves to Mal and DivaShot and gets to work*

Blackarachnia: *soooo amused*

DivaShot: *nods and hesitantly moves to lead the way* T-this way...

Blackarachnia: Thanks. *saunters after him and his rider, her family following* Nice... that's a 'dress', right?

Mal: *adjusting DivaShot's maid hat*

DivaShot: Yes... It's not what I'd prefer to wear... *Sounds so defeated right now*

Mal: You can't wear your pink dress or your new pink dress when you're working. You could dump stuff on them. *looks up as they reach the booth*

DivaShot: But did it have to be a maid dress? *Small pout*

WakeJumper: o.O *not sure what to make of the pretty mech*

Mal: It's a uniform.

Tarantulus: *getting family seated and watching the little pink mech with about the same feelings, though not the same expression, as WakeJumper*

DivaShot: *sulk*

Swoop: Why him pretty bot sulk? Is pretty dress....

Blackarachnia: I don't think it's the one he wanted to wear. *leaning on fists and watching the odd pair*

Mal: *pat pats DivaShot on the head* Let's go tell Show that her table has people in it.

DivaShot: *Sigh* Alright... *Will go find the blue femme*

Showtime: *coming over a short while later, a dark screen over her optics today* *Surprised and pleased sound* Oh! It's been awhile. ^_^

Tarantulus: *looks up and grins*

Blackarachnia: Oh, he's been back. He just seems to miss you guys every time. *smirk*

Showtime: *nod* Life happened... In more ways than one...

WakeJumper: *Studying the blue femme and trying not to stare*

Blackarachnia: Oh? Do tell.

Showtime: *Smiles and tips her head over to where Tarop-tim and Dahlia are sitting* Well, for one.... My mate and I are parents....

Tarantulus: *turns his head quickly and looks over there, his surprise plain*

Blackarachnia: *watches the blue and red femme get the two-tone blue and red mech in a headlock and pry something out of his mouth* ...Hmmm, reminds me of home.

Showtime: *Chuckle* Tarop-tim is the mech... Dahlia's his older sister.

Blackarachnia: *watches them* Guess I should introduce ours.

Myrrh: *peeks out of her towel cocoon where she's snuggling big/little brother*

WakeJumper: *peeks at the blue femme* *Quiet click*

Showtime: *Gentle clicks for both youngsters, expression soft*

Blackarachnia: *nods to the eldest three first* Grimlock, Slag, Swoop, and Swoop's baby, Carmine-dolly. *grin* And these are Myrrh and WakeJumper.

Tarantulus: *moves the towel a bit so that the smaller youngsters are visible. Wake is clearly a youngling, but Myrrh looks like a tiny adult*

Showtime: *Small nod, then she's letting out a surprised sound as she gets a good look at Myrrh and WakeJumper* *Wasn't expecting one of the younger ones to look like an adult*

Myrrh: *looks up and shrugs slightly* I grew. My processor's finished developing too.

Showtime: *small nod* Okay... *To everyone* What can I bring you?

Tarantulus: Thirty pounds of energon poutine for each of the Dinobots.

Grimlock: *perk* What that 'teen thing?

Showtime: *jots it down* Fiberous strips with energon cheese and gravy...

Myrrh: I'd like a small order of that nice fruity sweet oil, please.

Showtime: *small nod, jots that down as well* *gently, to WakeJumper* What would you like?

WakeJumper: *going to try and hide behind Myrrh a bit, soft clicks*

Tarantulus: *rubs the little guy's back through the towel as Myrrh clicks comfortingly* An order of botaghetti the right size for him.

Blackarachnia: *smiles and orders salad with clear tangy dressing*

Showtime: *Jotting down orders as her 'wings flutter*

Tarantulus: *wonders why everyone's looking at him, and then blushes* Right. I'll have poutine too.

Myrrh: *soft laugh*

Showtime: *Soft chuckle* Alright. I'll be back with the orders. *Will also see if she can get Rhinox or Mutt to help with the heavier parts of the order*

Myrrh: *wriggling around so that she can tuck the towel around WakeJumper more closely. Clicking to big/little brother about the food they're going to have. Which she has nooo idea about other than her oil*

WakeJumper: *listening and looking very interested*

Tarantulus: *smiling down at the two small ones and using an elbow to keep the fidgety Grimlock still*

Swoop: *Crooning softly as she loves upon her dolly*

Blackarachnia: *straightens the doll's skirt and asks the question she always teases the smallest Dinobot with* So your baby's a girl, hmm?

Swoop: *huffs and rattles her armor a bit* Carmine-dolly boy dolly.

Blackarachnia: But this is a dress, right?

Swoop: *headshake* Is kilt! *has been watching TV again...*

Blackarachnia: You sure he's not a lolita? *snerks*

Swoop: *Puzzled look* Lolita?

Tarantulus: *looks at them* Isn't that just supposed to be Captain Fanzone's house clothes? That pink think he was wearing that time?

Blackarachnia: *looks at him for spoiling her fun*

Swoop: *Soft, confused chirr*

Blackarachnia: It's a nice kilt, kid.

WakeJumper: *Soft click, has nooooo idea what everyone's talking about*

Grimlock: *restlessly* Fuel now?

Showtime: *Bringing the fuel, has help in the form of her mate*

WakeJumper: *Wide optics, hunkers down in the towel*

Tarantulus: You don't need to be afraid of him, WakeJumper. That's me.

WakeJumper: *peeeks at Tarantulus, then peeeks at the cloaked guy. Soft, unsure clicks*

sgTarantulus: *Gentle clicks as he moves to set a bowl of botaghetti where the youngling will be able to reach it, then he's moving to set an order of energon poutine in front of each Dinobot*

Showtime: *will carefully get everyone else served before she's heading off to take care of more tables*

Tarantulus: *quietly to his alternate* Congratulations.

sgTarantulus: *Softly* Likewise....

WakeJumper: *hesitantly having a taste of botaghetti*

Tarantulus: *looks down at the little guy, waiting for his reaction to the warm, very slightly sweet, and savory mixture*

WakeJumper: *Surprised expression, and then he's digging in with gusto... and unintentionally making a bit of a mess in the process*

Tarantulus: *actually grins in public, then lifts his optics to meet sgTarantulus'*

sgTarantulus: *was watching his own children for a few moments, but has a small smile on his face as he watches WakeJumper's reaction to the fuel* *is a lot more relaxed than he was the last time his counterpart saw him*

Myrrh: *squirmed away when the 'ghetti nomming commenced. Is now sitting on Grimlock's leg, drinking her oil and smiling*

Tarantulus: *to brother* They're both made from your code?

sgTarantulus: *small nod* *Quieter* Dahlia's Tarop-tim's half-sister... It's a bit of a confusing story though...

Tarantulus: *brow ridges draw together* Too confusing to tell?

sgTarantulus: That depends... You know how different realities can be, right?

Tarantulus: I've heard of two or three different versions of me now. *more quietly* One still goes by Optimus, and he's a Prime.

sgTarantulus: *small nod* If it's the one I'm thinking of, I've met the mech... Dahlia's original mother is one of us... Oppy brought Dahlia to Showtime and me shortly after she was born, since she couldn't stay in her home reality...

Tarantulus: //Her mother? That's the female creator, right?//

sgTarantulus: *another small nod* //Yes... Her father... doesn't even know he and her mother had a bond, or that Dahlia even exists... but that's for the best.//

Tarantulus: *frowns* //I don't understand.//

sgTarantulus: //Oppy could explain it better, I think...//

Tarantulus: //Oppy?//

sgTarantulus: //Just a minute...// *feels like such a dork for doing this, but oh well* Optimus Optimus Optimus...

yOp: *stands up from a booth over on the other side of the bar* Over here.

Tarantulus: *looks toward the voice, absently licking some botmado sauce off his hand as he does*

sgTarantulus: *to the other Tarantulus* That's Oppy... well, one of him, anyways... You met the little one awhile back...

Tarantulus: *nods and then blinks* That one's not wearing an Autobadge.

yOp: *watching them and hearing the conversation*

sgTarantulus: He's a Neutral. *knows yOp is listening, will tilt his head ever so slightly towards the table, inviting his other brother over*

yOp: -I can't right now, Tarantulus. I'm working on a business deal.- *apology flavors the thought*

Tarantulus: *startles as he hears that too*

sgTarantulus: *small nod, will return his attention to the table* He's also a salesbot.

Myrrh: *has perked* He's a Primus servant. *listens to the red and blue bot, and then is visibly having an unspoken conversation with him even as he returns to talking to the other person in his booth*

Blackarachnia: *looks up from her meal to watch her daughter with that slightly bemused interest that often shows on her faceplates when Myrrh is involved*

WakeJumper: *Watching Myrrh, has his spoon hanging halfway out his mouth, and a good deal of the botaghetti sauce covering his face*

Myrrh: *looks up and databursts the story yOp told her about Dahlia to her father*

Tarantulus: *concern* Sentinel...

sgTarantulus: *small nod, lips thinning*

Tarantulus: ...The usual kind of Sentinel, right?

sgTarantulus: *another nod* *Quietly* Showtime and I are teaching Dahlia to be considerate of others to the best of our ability....

Tarantulus: *also quiet* When spring melts the snow I can bring our Sentinel here.

sgTarantulus: *nod* *softly* I think that'd be good...

Tarantulus: Will it be alright if I tell him who she is? He's met bots from other realities already.

sgTarantulus: *Purses his lips slightly* I... don't know if that would be a good idea or not....

Tarantulus: *lifts brows, asking his alternate to explain*

sgTarantulus: *quietly* //I... don't want my daughter taken away from me...//

Tarantulus: *looks him in the optic* //Sentinel won't do that. He's a lot like a protoform himself.//

sgTarantulus: *hesitates for a few moments, before he nods* *Quiet* //Alright...//

Tarantulus: *and then startles as botmado sauce hits him on the face*

WakeJumper: *got bored with watching the grown-ups, is mowing his way through his botaghetti*

sgTarantulus: *Snerrrrrk*

Tarantulus: *wearing that wide-eyed, childlike look that he still sometimes get as his startled processor sorts through facts to figure out what just happened*

Blackarachnia and Myrrh: *watching to see if he's going to be alright*

Tarantulus: *process... process... ...Soft snerk*

femmes: *back to fuel*

sgTarantulus: *Dirty rotten chuckle as he forwards an image of Tarantulus to his mate*

Grimlock: *reaches past Tarantulus and nearly beans sgTarantulus with his platter* Need more. ...Please.

sgTarantulus: *Chuckles and takes the platter* I'll be right back with that... *goes*

Tarantulus: *looks at Grimlock*

Blackarachnia: Did you chew, Grimmy?

Grimlock: Thrrpt. *reaches toward Slag's platter*

Slag: *Growl, moves her platter away from Grimlock's hands* Mine.

Swoop: *is trying to feed her dolly from her own platter*

Blackarachnia: Remember, Slag, you can't use your club at the table. *amused*

Slag: *more "Hrmph!" will slap at Grimlock's hand if it gets too close to her platter*

sgTarantulus: *back with a fresh platter of energon poutine for Grimlock!*

WakeJumper: *just went to sleep... face first into his bowl*

Tarantulus: *startles again, and this time he's flashed back a bit and is hugging the youngling and trying to circulate himself away from fear*

Blackarachnia: *ready to slip around the table and comfort him if needed*

Myrrh: *hugging her father and letting reassuring feelings flow through her*

WakeJumper: *nuzzle, snuggle, quiet purr* *has warm, can hear family, and has a full tank. Happy bitlet is happy*

sgTarantulus: *After setting the poutine platter where Grimlock can reach it, will move to see if he can help his counterpart*

Tarantulus: *face haunted as he holds his little son close and tries to focus on the here and now* *is aware of alternate though and looks at him*

sgTarantulus: *Gently* Do you need someplace quiet to go for a little bit?

Tarantulus: *shakes his head* *quietly* The caves were quiet...

sgTarantulus: *Small nod, tries to keep what he knows his counterpart means from the front of his own processor* *Tips his head towards WakeJumper's bowl* Do you want a take-home container for that?

Tarantulus: *fights to focus on this, glad for the distraction* Yes, and a case full for later.

sgTarantulus: *nod, chuckling* I'll put some wet-wipes in with that...

Blackarachnia: We've already got a bundle, and introducing a new brand would probably give certain bots a spark attack. *side glances at the Dinogirls*

Swoop: *'feeding' her dolly, has eaten about as much poutine as she's wearing*

sgTarantulus: Ah... Gotcha...

Myrrh: Especially if they wound up being a different flavor than the ones they're used to. *quiet smile for sgTarantulus*

sgTarantulus: *Soft snerk* Alright... *Will go get a container for the botaghetti left in the bowl, and a case of botaghetti*

Tarantulus: *looks at his mate as she slips around to stand beside him, and then sighs as she kisses the silence away* Thanks.

Blackarachnia: *gentle hand on his face* Eat your fuel.

Tarantulus: *grin* Yes, dear.

Blacharachnia: *back to her place with a smirk*

Tarantulus: *will eat the good fuel as he cuddles WakeJumper and makes sure that the youngling feels safe*

((co-written with random_xtras))