Nexus. Blanket Factory and the Sanctuary. News of A Friend

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Mabyn: *sitting calmly on a crate in the corner of the room, her hands flying as knitting needles as fine as darning needles dance through delicate silk thread. Is aware of her employer over there running around in orange dress, jingle feet, and goggles, despite appearances to the contrary*

Legacy: *watching the daily amusement that is Denpup playing Multiverse Warcraft, even as she works on a blanket*

Denpup: *knows she doesn't have to run around to play the game, but if anyone tries to stop her, there'll be trouble for them!*

Prowl: *calmly watching Den from where he's seated in another corner, a steadily-growing blanket in his lap as he knits as well*

Mabyn: *cocks an eye at a certain derp in dreadlocks, then turns her attention back to the purrpony baby who is laying beside her*

Lola: *havin' a nap, and snugglin' her bunny!* *purring as she sleeps and looks perfectly content with the world*

Bumblebee: *can be heard long before he's seen, is very excited about something*

Lumen: *tailswish as he continues to stalk Den. Heard Bumblebee's music, is waiting for something funny to happen*

Kimhari: *wary glance at the door as Bumblebee returns. Is still a bit uneasy around both the yellow 'Bot and around Prowl, but Bumblebee tends to be avoided more than the ninja-bot*

Denpup: *run run run, jingle jingle!*

Mabyn: *soft tongue cluck as Lola makes a little sound in her sleep, but never looks up from knitting*

Bumblebee: *heads right over to Prowl* I think I saw Showtime! *gleespazz*

Prowl: *very slight raise of a brow ridge* Oh? *half suspects Bumblebee was seeing things, but if there's the chance....*

Damson: *tiny brown teen sitting on Legacy's shoulder. Glances over toward Lumen and shakes her head, thistle fluff hair swaying softly*

Legacy: *quietly, as she works* I know he's a derp... But he's also good about helping take care of Lola, and he's trying not to be so overwhelming to me...

Damson: *soft sending of the image of a heart*

Legacy: *careful shrug* Maybe... He's way older than me though...

Damson: *shows a longer stick behind Damson than behind Legacy. She's even older!*

Legacy: *soft chuckle* Yeah, but Denpup and Dennis know they don't need to tell Lumen off if he tries to flirt with you. *totally teasing Damson, yes*

Damson: *uses what she's learned from you, Legacy!* Thrrpt.

Legacy: *chuckles*

Yuffie: *looks over to see if she can spot the source of the razz*

Damson: *stretches daintily, and then looks down at herself and wonders pictorially if she should have clothes*

Legacy: *snerk*

Damson: *hipshot and arms folded akimbo, what's so funny?*

Legacy: You're streaking, Damson... *amused by the idea*

Damson: *image: sign about public nudity. Image: people seeing Damson crossed out. No one sees Damson, so she's not naked OR streaking*

Legacy: *snickerfit* *just pictured Damson in doll clothes*

Damson: *shudder at the thought*

Legacy: *so amused* *and just jumped at Bumblebee's startled yelp as the yellow mech spotted Mabyn*

Damson: *hunkered down like the little wild thing she is as she peers toward the loud sound*

Mabyn: *eyes narrowed toward Bumblebee*

Bumblebee: *totally didn't see Mabyn there! Is just slightly derpy, but not anything bad, malicious, dark, or dangerous*

Mabyn: *brows lift slightly as the threat fades from her expression, and then she watches warily to see what the big metal thing will do now*

Bumblebee: *sheepish, will go get more blankets, carefully avoiding Denpup's path*

Prowl: *faint amusement. Has been well aware of Mabyn's presence since the day he and Bumblebee were directed to the factory and told that there would be work for them while they sought a way home*

Mabyn: *resumes knitting* You may as well put down roots, robot.

Prowl: *quietly, as he watches Bumblebee load blankets* I haven't had the spark to share what I've found out regarding our home... It would seem we're Exiles now...

Mabyn: *nods without looking up. She felt it when she first saw them*

Prowl: *even quieter, with a bit more amusement than before* I also haven't told him that the Showtime he keeps seeing is bonded to a former Decepticon.... I'm saving that piece of information for later...

Mabyn: Former Optimus.

Prowl: *surprised* ... I see... Though that does explain several things I've noticed regarding the mech...

Mabyn: Ye seen the bright one?

Prowl: Bright one?

Mabyn: T' other Optimus that's brother t' the lost one.

Prowl: *slight headshake* I have not, I'm afraid...

Mabyn: *knits in silence for several moments, and then, softly* Optimus, Optimus, Optimus.

Prowl: *slight raise of a brow ridge as he wonders to himself what Mabyn is doing*

yOp: *mildly, from behind the ninjabot* Yes, Mabyn?

Prowl: *quickly looks over his shoulder, but that's the only sign that he was caught off-guard*

yOp: *quirks a brow ridge at Prowl, his mouth twitching slightly at one corner as blue optics that hold a hint of elfriche light twinkle down at him* Hi.

Prowl: Hello...

yOp: *studies the smaller bot, seeming to see right to Prowl's innermost being as he does* *quietly* She'll be glad to know you're alright.

Prowl: ... *thoughts going to the only 'shes' he knows as more than passing acquaintances* Which 'she'?

yOp: The one you were just looking for. *smiles*

Prowl: *very slight nod* Then Showtime is alright?

yOp: She will be. She's got someone keeping an eye on her.

Prowl: ... Bondmate?

yOp: No. Not yet. *optics are really twinkling now*

Prowl: Ah... Was she injured in a fight?

yOp: *glances around* Are you busy now?

Prowl: *very slight quirk of a smile* Technically, I'm off-shift right now....

yOp: *nods and then gives his head a slight jerk as he turns to lead the ninjabot out of the building. Steps over a squealing Denpup on the way*

Prowl: *moves to follow yOp, paying Denpup's squealing no mind, as she had mentioned wanting to get to level thirty five today, and it seems she met her goal*

yOp: *leads the way out of the factory, nodding at some of the workers, and at a few people Prowl won't see*

Prowl: *very careful where he puts his feet*

Sephy: *turns to bring a stack of knitted squares over to Denpup's station, startles as he nearly runs into yOp... And then he's backing up slowly, pupils contracting as he tenses*

yOp: *slightly startled look as he picks up the jag of alarm and the fear. Moves away from the grey haired man* *quiet and serious* I won't hurt you, unless just existing will do it.

Sephy: *still tense and uneasy* *startles when Legacy pokes him in the small of his back*

Legacy: *quietly* Go help unbury Dennis... He got stuck in the yarn bin again...

Sephy: *glad for the excuse to get away from the Light*

Legacy: *rubs her arm once the grey-haired man is gone*

yOp: I didn't realize he'd react like that. His darkness is different than Mabyn's.

Legacy: *looking up now* And your Light is different than Den's... From what Leon and the others who've been here longer have said, Sephy tried to lash out at Den when she tried to help him to a doctor when he first showed up...

yOp: *quietly* It's not really mine.

Legacy: *small nod*

yOp: *and then he's frowning slightly and leaning down to look at her shoulder*

Damson: *mental image of a :p, followed by a shiver of soundless laughter*

Legacy: *chuckles softly*

Prowl: *slight headtilt, wonders what yOp is looking at*

yOp: *turns and snags a leaf off the peppermint geranium plant that's sitting at Yuffie's station, then offers it to Damson*

Damson: *flashes briefly into sight before she and the leaf disappear*

Prowl: *blink blink blink*

Legacy: *small smile* That was Damson... She's a friend of mine...

yOp: A dressed friend, now. *watching as the little scrap of a wildling designs herself a good smelling garment*

Legacy: *chuckles* Yeah....

yOp: *glances at Prowl*

Prowl: *puzzling over why he wasn't able to see much more than a brief flash of the girl*

yOp: They hide themselves. Many of Damson's people go through their entire lives without being seen by anyone other than other fae.

Prowl: Ah... *does understand that, at least*

yOp: *nods to Legacy, and then resumes his trip out of the factory*

Legacy: *makes a 'shoo'-ing motion towards Prowl, who nods and moves to follow yOp again*

yOp: *is leading the way through a few streets of the suburb, in a direction slightly toward the sign, but not aiming directly at it*

Prowl: *keeping on alert, since he's never traveled in this direction before*

yOp: *cuts across a backyard, nodding to the scaly, winged man who's reclining on his patio, then goes to the end of the street and swings slightly to the right as he crosses the little grassy area, is aiming for the front of that white building with the pillars*

Prowl: *brief nod to the scaly, winged man, is making a mental map of the route*

yOp: *and then stops among those pillars to catch the little blue and red rocket that just launched into his arms* What? Is she alright?

Oppy: *clickstorm, clings and hides his face* *had a big scare earlier, Bubby!*

Prowl: *concerned expression is a go as his first thought is that the sister that Oppy mentioned, Mira, is hurt*

yOp: *rubbing his tiny brother's back as he cuddles the sparklet* *softly* It's alright, Oppy. Everything's alright.

Oppy: *muffled* 'N the little people got hurt too... 'n gotta baby...

yOp: *softly* No, they're not hurt. *slight, wondering smile* They wanted that baby. They're going to be alright.

Oppy: *peeks at Bubby*

yOp: *smile widens slightly as he shows bitty brother just a hint of the happiness he can sense from that far off couple of new parents*

Oppy: *wibble, snuggle, clickstorm*

yOp: *nuzzles little brother's helm, and then looks over at Prowl*

Prowl: *quietly* What happened?

yOp: There was an accident in the Nexus. Someone stabbed Smallfoot and she changed two organics to bots and gave an organic couple a child.

Prowl: ... *surprised* I was not aware that such an incident could happen...

yOp: *as he leads the way inside* Smallfoot puts out a gas that causes things like that to happen.

Prowl: *soft 'hrm', small nod as he moves to follow*

yOp: *looks around* *softly* The others are sleeping. *turns and walks over to the table, then settles in a chair*

Prowl: *moves to sit down in the chair across from yOp*

Oppy: *gonna snuggle for a while... and cling after he falls asleep*

yOp: *comforting and protective attitude as he cradles the little one. Looks over at Prowl* *quietly* Can you feel what this place is?

Prowl: *quietly* Do you mean besides very peaceful?

yOp: *chuckles* Yeah, it gets pretty quiet when the local servants are asleep.

Prowl: *small nod* There's more to the peaceful feeling than the quiet....

yOp: *reaches across the table and touches the other bot lightly*

Primus: *hi!*

Prowl: *slight visor flash of surprise, though he's also quite amused... Not that it shows beyond the slight quirk of a grin on his face*

Primus: *approval, greeting, affection, bountiful amusement of his own*

Oppy: *soft little clicks as he snuggles, is reassured by yOp's presence and by Primus' as well*

Prowl: *wondering if the feeling of peace is what Master Yoketron had meant for him to become familiar with....*

Primus: *has Prowl got any questions?*

Prowl: *no, not at this time, though it is nice to be someplace where he can hear you, Primus*

Primus: *alright. Someone else wants to talk to Prowl then*

yOp: *quirks a brow ridge as he senses something in the room*

Prowl: *looking to see who else is in the room*

Yoketron: *misty as he grins at his last pupil*

Prowl: *very surprised, moves to stand up so he can approach*

Yoketron: *walks toward Prowl, his footsteps making no sound* You have no questions about your teammate Showtime?

Prowl: *quietly, as he remembers* I would like to know what happened to her...

Yoketron: *holds out a hand, palm up*

Prowl: *a bit unsure about how to respond, hesitantly holds his hand out, hoping that he'll be corrected if that's not the proper response*

Yoketron: *moves so that Prowl's hand is on his, and then starts showing him Showtime's story, from the day she came here to the Nexus, found the broken Optimus, and went back with him to his reality, to the present time*

Prowl: *soft chuckle, though the knowledge that the Showtime he remembers is likely gone for good has saddened him*

Yoketron: *looks up* Gone?

Prowl: Her memories... And likely her personality matrix...

Yoketron: Ah. Perhaps. But there is a Ratchet there.

Prowl: *quietly* If she has lost the files, then it's likely she won't recover them...

Yoketron: *smiles*

yOp: *from behind Prowl* Not necessarily.

Prowl: ... *very uncertain now*

Yoketron: If Optimus has been used to bring life to unliving machines, then he may also be used to bring back the mind of your friend.

Prowl: .... I don't understand....

Yoketron: *looks at the mech at the table*

yOp: *sheepishly* I still haven't got complete control over my gifts... and I've accidentally brought a few protoforms and drones to life.

Prowl: ... *not quite sure what to make of that*

yOp: *seems to listen* *quietly, brow quirking* It's... not time yet, though, for whatever's supposed to happen.

Yoketron: *nods* Indeed. *then looks back to Prowl, the memory of blue optics twinkling under his helmet* I am proud of you, Prowl. You have learned your lessons well.

Prowl: *ducks his head very slightly, just a bit embarrassed and feeling like he doesn't deserve praise*

Yoketron: *smiles and vanishes soundlessly*

Prowl: *thinking about all that he's learned in this very short period of time, and about Master Yoketron's words*

yOp: *softly* You're welcome to stay and think, or whatever you need.

Prowl: *very slight nod, will move to sit out of the way so he can think and meditate* *will also send Denpup's phone a message explaining that he will not be clocking in tonight, as well as an apology for not being able to do so* *is surprised when he reads the reply of "Ok. Stay safe, and don't touch anything you don't recognize."*

yOp: *slight smile when he picks up on that, and then explains mentally to his mate, son, parents, and brother that he's comforting Oppy at the moment and probably won't be there for supper or playtime. This done, he settles to watch over the sanctuary and his baby brother*

((Co-written with random_xtras))