tpf. Griffin Rock Firehouse and Autobot Outpost Omega One. Princesses and Proposals

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Heatwave: *in front of the communication screen* It's been two days, and not even so much as a peep from her. What kind of leader can't even follow through with her promises?! *in a MOOD*

little brown and dark green femme: *hands on hips as she looks up at the screen* Done yet?

Heatwave: *much scowling, and a bit of an annoyed growl*

femme: Gimme yer coordinates. *order, not a request*

Heatwave: *grumbles* Why should I?

little orange and black femme over there on a crate behind the green and brown femme: Hey, chill out. We're just trying to help you out, so there's really no need to be a jerk about stuff, especially not to Muhlisha....

Heatwave: *more scowl* What kind of name is 'Muhlisha'?

Muhlisha: *glances at the corner of the right hand screen as the computer beeps and tells her the coordinates she wanted, and then she's feeding them to Keepsake's teleporter...* *appears right behind Heatwave and punches him on the skidplate HARD*

Heatwave: *startled curse right before he's kissing the screen*

little orange and black femme: *simply* I did try and warn you.... *attention going to something off-screen* Wow, Torky.... Where'd you find that much mud to fall in?

Muhlisha: That kinda name. Gotta problem? *voice still calm*

Heatwave: *trying to pry himself off of the screen, will answer you shortly*

Blades: *came wandering in with Dani beside him. Was fairly content, but now he stops in petrified astonishment at sight of that stranger standing there*

Dani: ....Er... We've got a visitor? *raised brow*

Heatwave: *unprintable response*

Muhlisha: *reaches up and grabs Heatwave by the waist of his skidplate, then jerks him easily away from the screen* Asked ya question, buddy.

Heatwave: *growl* No problem.

Dani: ... Wow. You got your butt kicked by a girl, Heatwave.

Heatwave: *MORE growl*

Muhlisha: *sharp upward jerk on that waistband*

Heatwave: *gerk*

Blades: *sympathetic wince and squeak*

Muhlisha: Anythin' else ta say?

Heatwave: *trying so hard not to let pain creep into his voice* No.

Muhlisha: 'Kay. *lets go of him and makes sure he's standing up straight* Now try again.

Blades: *seems to be hiding behind Dani*

Heatwave: *bad mood not at all improved by this* Optimus Prima promised that she'd be bringing us some tools.

Blades: *perk*

Muhlisha: *quietly, her unidentifiable accent fading* Optimus Prima's in the infirmary. The medics can't say when she'll wake up.

Blades: *cringe* Oh boy...

Heatwave: .... *and now he's boggling, all the fight leaving him* What happened?

Muhlisha: A bunch of locals called MECH got them three days ago. *glances toward the quiet guy with the flyer alt and the human girl* They desparked her and CMO Ratchet.

Blades: *THUD! Flat of his back and out cold*

Dani: *startled shout as Blades faints*

Heatwave: *and now he's feeling a bit ill*

Muhlisha: *quietly continues* She and Ratchet nearly fused, and their sparks were slightly damaged by how they were handled. They woke up the day we got them home, but there hasn't been anything since.

Heatwave: *doesn't seem to realize he's shaking a bit as his fists clench*

Dani: *trying to get Blades to wake up, is just a bit freaked out but is doing her best to keep her cool*

Muhlisha: *pulls off a tool belt and shoves it at the tall red and white bot in front of her* Learn to determine the situation before you react.

Heatwave: *silent nod as he takes the tools. Is just a bit shaken up, but is more angry at the idea that someone did something so horrible*

Muhlisha: *turns away and walks over to gently prop Blades up and pat his face* Hey. C'mon. Yer scarin' people.

Blades: *groans, optic shutters fluttering*

Dani: Easy, Blades.... You'll be alright.... *gently patting his hand, even as she's eying Muhlisha's badge*

Blades: *wibbles and opens his eyes* Are... They're going to be alright, right?

Muhlisha: Some time. *nods and helps him sit up, then rubs his back as he covers his face. Optics go to Dani, and she quirks a brow quizzically at the human's expression*

Dani: So.... Are you an Autobot?

Muhlisha: Nope. Taubot. Workin' with 'em right now.

Blades: *blink blinks and looks at the small femme* Taubot?

Muhlisha: Yup. From Tau station. Viisaus 'n Fixer founded it after they left ta get away from the war.

Blades: *optics wide as her words remind him again of just how long he and his teammates slept as they drifted through space*

Heatwave: .... So where is Tau station, then? *bit of a disgruntled expression.... which seems to be his default state*

Muhlisha: Galactic rim. *rattles off coordinates, then looks at Dani* Who're you?

Dani: *as Heatwave double-takes* My name is Dani.... I'm Blades' partner...

Muhlisha: *grins* Hey. Nice meetin'. *helps Blades to his feet now, then bends and picks Dani up. Offers the girl to Blades*

Blades: ...Thank you?

Muhlisha: *brow quirk* Y' never hug yer human?

Heatwave: *can't help it, snorts*

Dani: *doesn't want to make Blades uncomfortable* It's alright, Blades...

Muhlisha: *shrugs and sets the little human back on the floor* Autobots do it.

Chase: *from where he's been quietly watching this entire exchange* Do you require hugs, Chief Burns?

Chief Burns: *headshake, is trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation* That won't be necessary, Chase.

Cody: *darts past Chase and his dad and gleefully glomps onto Heatwave's leg* Awww, you need hugs, don't you, Heatwave? That's why you're such a grouch.

Muhlisha: *very slight quirk of amusement as she watches this*

Heatwave: I do not need hugs.

Dani: *so amused* Yes, you do.

Cody: *huuugggg! Just like he does to Kade*

little orange and black femme: *squeeing about the cute over on the other side of the screen.... and calling other 'Bots over to watch*

Heatwave: *grumble grump*

Kade: *comes grumping in just then with Graham and Boulder. Stops and blinks, and then starts laughing* He got you too!

Graham: Hug time! *goes to help Cody with that*

Heatwave: *SO not amused*

Dani: *moves to approach. Fully intends to join in the hug-fest*

Chase: ...He does not look as though he's enjoying this activity.

Cody: That's okay, Kade always acts like he hates it too. But he really loves it.

Kade: *shakes head and rolls eyes* Kids and their imaginations.

Dani: So says the guy who never turns down a hug. *is enjoying tormenting her brother and Heatwave like this*

Kade: Hey!

Heatwave: *grumble grumps more*

Blades: *quietly intervenes* Do you have the movie, Cody?

Cody: *looks up with a grin. Gives Heatwave's leg a last squeeze and then turns and pulls a Blu-Ray case out of his jacket pocket* Yup! Everybody grab a place in front of the TV!

Muhlisha: *scans the title on the case and makes a note of it, then steps back and watches the Rescue team interact*

Heatwave: If this turns out like 'The Natives of Tatui', I'm out of here.

Dani: 'Princess Bride' is nothing like 'The Natives of Tatui', Heatwave... *yes, she's seen the movie before... A long time ago, but still, she's seen it!*

Chase: *over at the TV with Cody* Please find your seats. Kade... *turns head and blinks* Why are you throwing your movie snack at Graham?

Kade: *popcorned brother* Because I feel like it.

Graham: *laughing* Yeah, well, you're cleaning that up. ^_^ *goes to sit*

Chief Burns: *amused headshake* Settle down, you two.... *moving to sit down as well*

Blades: *starts toward Heatwave* I am Inigo Montoya. You killed my father! Prepare to die!

Cody: *cracking up* Don't spoil it, Blades!

Heatwave: *optic roll* Whatever.... *moving to get situated for the movie*

Blades: *happily plunks down on his favourite seat, his optics absent as he remembers a sweet dream*

Cody: *has remote! Will NOT let you have remote, Kade!*

Dani: *just gave Kade a pillow to the face for sticking his hand in hers!*

Kade: Bwah! Hey! It's not my fault you were trying to grab the remote when it's not your turn to control it!

Cody: *turns movie on*

Graham: *excited noise and spills some MnMs*

Heatwave: *looks a bit bored as the movie starts*

Dani: *laughs as some of the MnMs bounce off of the couch cushions, then she's helping herself to some of the candy*

Cody: Okay okay, settle down guys. Hey... what are you eating, Blades?

Blades: That blue plastic I asked you to bring from shop class. *offers some to teammates*

Chase: *pleased* There are movie snacks for us too.

Heatwave: *eyes the blue plastic pieces before giving one a taste test* .... Huh....

Kade: If you guys don't settle down and watch this lame movie Dani's going to hurt herself hitting your legs. *so amused*

Blades: *settles with a little meep*

Chase: *as he chews* I am giving my full attention to the entertainment file.

Kade: Dork.

Dani: *shushes Kade as the movie starts*

Blades: *wonders when Muhlisha disappeared, but then settles down to nap, and smile, as the movie plays*


Elsewhere


Muhlisha: *back at home, busy doing a search on the computer*

Eclipse: *working on something, pausing occasionally to jot down notes on a datapad*

Torque: *is getting his head drummed on by a hyper Hot Rod, doesn't look the least bit worried about it*

WakeJumper: *helping Denver with some of her science homework*

Bulkhead: *gives a regularly scheduled call in. It's bright, sunny, and quiet out on the highways*

Bumblebee: *dittos that from his position*

Eclipse: *looks up and grins at Bumblebee's report, before returning her attention to whatever the heck it is she's working on*

Hot Rod: YEEEE!!! *just lost his mind with glee*

Muhlisha: *waits a bit, and then taps the keyboard* 'Cee 'n Rocky, quit snoggin' 'n git back ta patrol.

Rockface: *startled squawk*

Arcee: *ditto*

WakeJumper: *facepalm*

Denver: *soft snerk, continues to work on her homework, though her attention's starting to wander back towards the hallway that leads to quarters*

Muhlisha: *snorts and then gives a small sound of satisfaction as the opening scenes of a movie start playing on the centre screen* There it is.

Eclipse: There what is?

Muhlisha: 'Princess Bride'. The dorks at th' other base're watchin' it. *settles on Optimus' chair, hugging her legs as she watches*

June: *comes walking out of the hall then, blushing slightly and not noticing that she isn't wearing her lipstick anymore*

WakeJumper: *notices that, and chooses not to comment, since Eclipse just started trying to herd him over to watch the movie that Muhlisha found*

Denver: *looks up as her study buddy vamooses* .... *brow up*

June: *pauses to look up at the screen* ...Are you watching 'The Princess Bride'?

Muhlisha: Yup.

June: *looks up at the balcony; at Denver, her brow quirked with amusement*

Denver: *headshake* Dorks. *back to homework... Totally saw that you're not wearing lipstick anymore, June. Will torment Jack with that info later*

June: *smile grows a bit as she climbs up to the balcony. Stops by Denver, still remembering that long ago costume she made for a little girl* My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.

Denver: *soft snort* Still ain't found th' six-fingered man.... *looks up from her homework, a dirty rotten stinker grin on her face* Did 'e say "As you wish" yet?

June: *blushes* Not in those words.

Denver: *soft 'heh', attention back on homework* Y'u mahght wanna put moah lipstick on....

June: *eyes widen as her blush deepens, and then she's fishing out the little pot of colour and her pocket mirror*

Denver: *smug satisfaction. Totally has something to torment Beau with too*

June: *quietly* I know... I'll never be your mom. But... an older sister?

Denver: *softly, far quieter than her "I'm telling you a secret" voice* W'ldn't object t' th't...

June: *sighs* I'm glad. *offers the little pot of colour*

Denver: *does her usual reaction to makeup, which is to wrinkle her nose and shake her head*

June: *puts the lid on the colour and puts it away. Then grins and offers another little pot, this one with the lid on it*

Denver: *raised brow, is now wondering what you're up to, June*

June: *wriggles the pot, her grin teasing*

Denver: *hesitantly reaches for the offered pot*

pot: *clear lip balm, with rum scent and a picture of Jack Sparrow on the lid*

Denver: *snerk*

June: *grins and then walks over to lean on the railing and watch the movie*

Muhlisha: *has acquired a Hot Rod and is cuddling him absently as she watches the movie. And then she's startling slightly and looking sideways at the blonde-haired human woman who is now staring at her from the right hand side screen*

Dixie: *got worried when she found out Denver's been taken out of school for a family emergency. Got more worried when Denver and Beau's cellphones have both been turned off for three days. Signed a mountain of paperwork, and was given permission to call her niece on this computer connection. Is now looking at a very big mechanical person*

Hot Rod: Bwee? *blink blink at the blonde lady*

Muhlisha: ...You supposed ta be callin' this number, lady?

Dixie: *slight frown* Ah'd bettah be, aftah all th' paperwork Ah sahgned.

June: *raises her voice slightly* Who are you looking for, Ma'am?

Muhlisha: *glances that way*

Denver: *bit of a dark scowl going now*

Dixie: Ah'm look'n' f'r mah niece.

June: *brows lift a bit*

Muhlisha: Who's yer niece, 'n who're you?

Hot Rod: *babbling away now!*

Dixie: Mah niece 's named Denver. Ah'm Dixie Lamont.

Denver: *hunkering down. Doesn't want to talk to her aunt*

Muhlisha: *glances toward June and sees the woman's head shake* Denver can't come talk right now.

Dixie: *frown* *seriously* Ah di'n't jump through all th'se 'oops jes' t' be lahed t'.

Muhlisha: *frowns herself, a bit of a peeved edge coming into that calm voice* I ain't lyin'.

Dixie: *simply* Ah c'n see Denver b'hahnd y'u.

Muhlisha: That don't mean she feels like talkin'. She's havin' a scrap time, femme. Have a little respect.

June: *blinking at Muhlisha*

Dixie: *frowning* .... Ah don' understand a word'a wh't y'u jes' said.

Muhlisha: *gives her a level look* I said. She's not up to taking calls right now. Stop being so pushy and rude.

June: *blinking more now*

Dixie: ...Fahn.... 'T least lemme talk t' mah nephew.

Muhlisha: He's in the infirmary, sittin' by the bed.

Dixie: *frown* 'S everyth'n alrahght?

Denver: *hood up. Hunker down. Anti-social lump*

Muhlisha: I'll let you talk ta Denver's partner. *looks at WakeJumper*

WakeJumper: *moves so Dixie can see him* Lt. Col. MacKenzie's partner is currently resting in the infirmary. *using one of the tricks he learned from Agent Fowler* I'm not at liberty to say why.

Eclipse: *just gave her mate a baffled look from out of sight of the monitor* *mouths* "Seriously?"

Dixie: *boggling just a bit as she realizes that this big orange and black metal creature is partnered with Denver*

WakeJumper: The Lt. Col's partner is someone Denver is close to....

Dixie: *small frown, and a nod* Ah see...

Hot Rod: Pansy's mama!

Dixie: *blink blink* Who's Pansy?

Hot Rod: Imma marry her someday. Mrrph! o.0

Muhlisha: *finger over bitty mouth*

Eclipse: *gigglefit, don't mind her*

Muhlisha: *looks up at WakeJumper. Dude, you're the spokesman at the moment*

WakeJumper: *heard about the paperwork, though he's still a bit hesitant to reveal too much information* Panacea and Hot Rod are some of the younger 'Bots on base.

Hot Rod: *licks Muhlisha's finger. Has a flavour?*

Muhlisha: o.0 .>_o

Hot Rod: *clickstorm, babble, babble, yeeee!*

Dixie: ... *snerk, headshake* Kids'll be kids....

Denver: *slipping off to sulk and be a grump*

Muhlisha: Roddy, jes' watch Princess Buttercup.

Dixie: Ah guess Ah'll call back latah th'n... 'f Beau ain't 'vailable....

WakeJumper: I'll let the Lt. Col. know you called....

Dixie: B'f're Ah f'rget.... Wh't're y'all's names?

Muhlisha: Taubot Wrecker CO Muhlisha.

WakeJumper: Autobot field medic WakeJumper.

Dixie: Gotcha....

Hot Rod: *chiming in* 'M Hot Rod! :D

Dixie: *smiles* 'S nahce t' meet y'u, Hot Rod.

Hot Rod: *squee! Chatter, yap, babble!*

Muhlisha: *slight grin as she sits the little noisemaker on her knees so he can be seen* Thanks for callin', Dixie Lamont.

Dixie: Talk t' y'all latah, th'n... *hanging up*

Muhlisha: *looks toward the balcony*

June: *softly* She went to check on them.

Muhlisha: *nods and turns back to the movie*


Infirmary


Panacea: *snuggled against Beau, crackling quiet complaints about lack of Mama and Dad attention*

Beau: *looks over from where he's sitting next to the berth as he hears footsteps* *blink blink* Denver? Is something wrong?

Denver: *hood up, and all but radiating grouchiness to rival Panacea*

Panacea: *eyes Denver narrowly, and then crackles and hides behind her dolly*

Denver: *scaling the step ladder, will move to situate herself near Optimus and Ratchet... and SULK*

Beau: *small frown* Denver, what's going on?

Panacea: Thrrpt thrrpt!

Denver: *more sulk* *mutter* Aunt Dixie found us.

Beau: ... How did she get through?

Denver: *grumble* *sulk*

Panacea: *peeks at lack of answer, then retreats again* *crackle gripe*

Beau: *calmly* Denver, I don't speak 'Mumble'.

Denver: *peeks from under her hoodie to scowl at her brother* Prolleh bulliehd th' Aiuh Force base. *back to sulk*

Beau: *small frown, moves to get up* *to Panacea* Let's go see if Hot Rod's gotten into trouble yet....

Panacea: *no comment. No baby behind this dolly*

Beau: *considering look* Or would you rather stay with Denver?

Panacea: *thoughtful look of her own, and then she's turning her head to see if she can see her sister*

Denver: *will hold her arms out in an offer*

Panacea: *wriggles and tries to go to sister*

Beau: *moves to carefully climb the ladder. Will give Panacea to Denver once he's up where the teen is sitting*

Panacea: *snuggle, crackle. Then frown and reach to poke nearest big part. Why the slag aren't either of these guys cuddling her??*

Denver: *will rub Panacea's back and try not to sulk too much...*

Beau: *climbing back down, will go talk to Muhlisha or June, whoever he runs into first*

June: *still up on the balcony, watching giant aliens watch a corny movie*

Beau: *climbing the ladder to the balcony, will move to approach* *quietly, so as not to disturb the 'Bots* So I heard my Aunt Dixie called...

June: *glances at him, and then pulls out a tissue and wipes his mouth* *also quiet* She was worried about Denver.

Beau: *small nod* *quietly* We stayed with them before we moved back here.... Denver tried running away a few times... It took Uncle Matt giving her Fuzzbutt and asking her to take care of the little guy to get her to stop....

June: Hold still. *wipe wipe* This isn't your colour. *but she heard you, Beau. Her eyes say so*

Beau: *expression going a bit distant as he begins explaining about how he had hoped Denver would at least try to see Dixie as someone she could talk to.... and how spectacularly that failed. The teen's apparent desire to set out on her own with only the clothes on her back bothers him, and it shows*

June: *finishes wiping his mouth, and then leans up and gives him a gentle peck* She's found someone now, Beau.

Beau: *leans to touch his forehead to June's the way he's seen Ratchet do to Optimus* *softly* I think we both did...

June: *eyes shine softly as their foreheads touch, and then she's resting her head against his chest and hugging him reassuringly*

Beau: *taking comfort in holding June close* *quietly* How'd she react to what we were talking about?

June: *chuckles without moving* Prepare to get heck. *tone of voice says that the teen approves*

Beau: *soft chuckle* I can only imagine how traumatized Jack will be to have Denver as a step-sister.

June: *shoulders shake slightly* He's been waiting for us to get our acts together since you lived here the last time.

Beau: ... So basically, everyone else clued in long before I did? *teasing glint in his eyes*

June: Hey, I wasn't the brightest bulb on the tree about it, either.

Beau: *gently kisses her cheek* Yes, but you have a full plate already, so you've got an excuse.

June: *soft snerk* What'll your aunt think?

Beau: *deadpans with a falsetto* 'Bout fricken tahm, Beauregard Allister MacKenzie.

June: *cracks up*

Muhlisha: *clearly, though her voice is low to talk to her mate* 'Bout slaggin' time.

June: *ded*

Beau: *long-suffering sigh is a go*

Torque: *don't mind the snickerfit coming from him*

Hot Rod: *would be adding commentary, if he hadn't just had a nap attack*

WakeJumper: Shhh. I want to hear what Buttercup's saying.

Eclipse: *is using her mate as a chair, kthx*

June: *soft chuckle* *looks up at Beau* Want to watch an old movie?

Beau: Sure... *knows Denver will come to watch eventually, if she doesn't fall asleep holding Panacea*

June: *steps back, though she keeps hold of one of his hands. Leads him over to the comfier couch, talking softly to Fuzzbutt as she goes*

Beau: *will move to pull June down onto his lap once he's seated*

June: *blushes, but then sighs and leans against him comfortably* You're warm.

Beau: *soft 'heh'* *quietly* It's kind of my thing... *cuddle*

June: *hugs his arm, and listens to him breathe as she watches Buttercup shove Wesley down a hill*

((written with random_xtras))