SV and the Nexus. Autobot HQ and the Black Dog. Breakfast Time Surprises

[dens_extra_pups]

Optimus: *just got temporarily evicted from the plant by Kup and Ultra Magnus, both of whom insisted that he go to the Black Dog and sit at the Prime table* *still a bit pensive and prone to being easily distracted, which is part of why he suspects he was evicted*

Archiva: *stops in front of him and smiles* Hello, Optimus. Are you meeting someone today? *has never seen this Optimus come to just sit and visit and eat, so she's assuming he's here for his usual meeting with the sales bots*

Optimus: Er, no.... I was told that I'm supposed to sit at the Prime table for awhile......

Archiva: Oh. *smiles and points to one side*

Optimus: *looks to where Archiva is pointing*

table: *a round one. Seated there are two Optimuses of his own tech, and a big bayformer guy*

Optimus: *blink blink, moves to approach*

tfOptimus: *looks up as he hears the familiar beat of those footsteps and then lifts his brow ridges* Hi. Pull up a seat.

asOptimus: *nearly asleep in her plate of silibacon and softboils. Got there before the others and ordered for herself*

dvOptimus: *reaches over and shakes her gently even as he nods to the newcomer* Hello, Optimus.

Optimus: Thanks.... *moves to sit in one of the empty chairs* *nods to dvOptimus*

dvOptimus: Have you had breakfast yet, brother? *tilts head slightly and studies Optimus' wings* Magnus, I should say?

asOptimus: Huh? Magnus? *sits up, revealing her structural differences*

Optimus: Er... No.... Kup and Ultra Magnus kicked me out of the plant before I could eat breakfast..... *gives asOptimus a surprised look as he notices the structural differences*

tfOptimus: Kup and Ultra Magnus? Then you aren't Magnus?

Optimus: I'm only acting Magnus right now.... *yeah, right*

asOptimus: *studies his face* Yeah, right.

tfOptimus: *chuckles*

dvOptimus: *optics twinkling* Optimus Magnus, this is Optimus Magna, and Optimus Prime.

tfOptimus: And Megatron. *lifts the tinybot that's sleeping in his lap so that he may be seen*

Optimus: *boggles at that*

dvOptimus: *pokes him gently in the side to reset his processor*

Optimus: Ack! *startles*

Joe: Ack! *that voice behind you sounds just like an echo, Op*

asOptimus: *looks over* Hi, Joe.

Optimus: *looks over his shoulder*

tfOptimus: Joe?

Joe: *grins as he goes to sit down* Joe Convoy. There's already an Optimus where I live.

asOptimus: And Joe's not a Prime, either.

Optimus: *blink blink* ....Huh....

dvOptimus: *deep voice rumbles across the surprise of the younger Prime and Magnus* We should order. *finger touches the menu in the middle of the table* Shall we order by the platter and distribute it?

Optimus: Er.... That sounds like a good idea....

dvOptimus: Gummi ham, silibacon, softboils, scrambles?

Joe: Yes. *grin*

tfOptimus: Sounds good.

asOptimus: Let's have some of the new meganoodles in gummicheese sauce, too. *looks at Optimus*

Optimus: *blink blink* Meganoodles?

Joe: They're new. About this long. *shows Optimus the length of his hand* Like a dumpling, but they're hollow like botaroni, and chewy.

tfOptimus: ...Sounds good to me.

Optimus: That does sound good....

asOptimus: If you add scrambles to the gummicheese sauce it's great. *tired but cheery grin*

dvOptimus: We also need java.

asOptimus: *blinks* Well, that goes without saying.

Joe: *chuckle*

Optimus: Java is like coffee?

Joe: *grin widens* Java's better than coffee.

Optimus: ... *curious* How do you figure?

Joe: I just like the non organic flavour better. It's richer. Oh. Let's get some garlic pickle biscuits, too.

dvOptimus: Yes. *types that into the order panel*

Optimus: *perks at that*

asOptimus: How about an order of each flavour of pickle? And maybe some hotstuffs?

Joe: Yes. *big grin*

dvOptimus: Indeed. *doing his version of a grin*

Optimus: Hotstuffs?

asOptimus: You haven't had them yet? It's a hot-spicy red gummi shell around a filling of gummi cheese.

Joe: Like a stuffed jalapeño. Only chewier.

Optimus: .... *confused look for Joe*

Joe: What? *cheerful interrogation on his face*

Optimus: How do you know what a stuffed jalapeño tastes like? *still remembers the last time everyone got turned human, and someone (he's still not sure who, though he suspects Sharpshot, since she's not a fan of normal flavors) gave him a stuffed jalapeño to try. He spent the next five minutes trying to get his mouth to stop hurting*

Joe: I've got a mod that lets me process organic fuel.

tfOptimus: 0_0

asOptimus: *laughs at tfOptimus' expression*

Optimus: *boggling again*

Joe: *hands on the table, and then transforms to show off his secondary alt mode, too*

tfOptimus: :o

Optimus: 0_0

Joe: *laughs out loud, and then jumps back to his chair as he resumes bot mode*

Optimus: .... How are you able to do that?

Joe: A special upgrade that the Wheeljack and Ratchet where I live came up with.

Optimus: .... And it's safe?

Joe: Most Cybertronians in that reality have it. And Rachel wouldn't let anyone use it if it weren't.

Optimus: .... Who's Rachel?

Joe: It's Ratchet's human name. Rachel Ruteger.

Optimus: ..... *looks just a bit brain-broken by the idea, though also seems a bit intrigued*

dvOptimus: Not having subspace technology, or the ability to adapt to it, my people have taken a different approach to interacting at a human level. *makes holoform stand on table by asOptimus' plate... and try to make off with one of her softboils*

asOptimus: *pokes at the holoform with her chopsticks!*

Optimus: *looks.... boggles*

asOptimus: *laughing as she spars with the little hard light puppet*

Joe: *laughing too* Some of the guys at base can't use subspace either. They have holoforms.

Optimus: .... *seriously brain-broken right now*

dvOptimus: *calmly pokes him in the side to reset again*

Optimus: *acks*

dvOptimus: *offers him the pilfered softboil, his optics twinkling despite the gravity of his expression*

Optimus: *quietly thanks dvOptimus as he accepts the offered softboil*

Joe: So what's your story, Optimus? Do you have a mate? Any kids? *also filches noms from asOptimus' plate while she's busy playing with dvOptimus' holoform*

Optimus: *very slight smile* I do have a mate.... and several kids.... *will get a datapad out of storage and open the photo album he has of his family*

others: *lean over to look at the pictures, dvOptimus' holoform winking out as he does so*

Joe: *studies several pictures as they're shown* Which one's your mate?

Optimus: *indicates First Aid* Her name is First Aid.

dvOptimus: *soft rumble of surprise as he focuses on the red and white femme*

Joe: She's pretty. *nods* She's a medic?

Optimus: *nods* She was originally an ambulance at one of the hospitals in Detroit.... But that changed when she came into contact with an Allspark shard....

tfOptimus: *surprised* A shardborn?

Optimus: *nods*

asOptimus: Who's this? *points to a shot of Kendell sitting and playing with a doll*

Optimus: *looks, more smile* Our daughter, Kendell.

asOptimus: She's so tiny. *smiles*

Joe: She is little. *surprised*

tfOptimus: *just grins at those comments*

Optimus: *small nod* When she was born, we weren't in our native reality.... And the reality we were in didn't have very much in terms of materials, but Deepdancer did the best she could with what was available.

Joe: Oh, here are some more little ones. *leans closer to study a picture of a bunch of bittybots in the tub*

Optimus: *looks* *chuckles* Shia, Ridgeback, Runabout, and Mudflap.... And you can just about see Blaster about to dive in head-first...

asOptimus: That's got to be a Silverbolt, though the one in my reality didn't have wings.

Optimus: She volunteered to give the kids a bath.... I think the other Aerialbots were either watching a movie, or out flying....

Joe: She's in a lot of these pictures. *touching the scroll pad*

Optimus: Well, you did ask if I had any kids....

Joe: *surprised* Aerialbots, right. Of course they're yours too.

Optimus: *blink blink* Too?

tfOptimus: *looks at Joe funny*

asOptimus: *also nodding*

dvOptimus: I too am father to a set of flying Aerialbots.

Joe: And so's the local Optimus where I live.

Optimus: Oh.... What are they like?

dvOptimus: Every one is unique. The Silverbolt I helped to build is a conscientious and serious leader, and a caring mate to the young Seeker he has bonded with.

Optimus: *small nod, thinking about his daugter*

dvOptimus: And Air Raid is currently in the infirmary for the third time this morning. She was trying to show her sister Fireflight how to barrel roll.

Optimus: .... *flips to a picture he wishes Stiletto hadn't taken. It depicts Optimus before he became acting Magnus.... Dangling helplessly from the end of Air Raid's leash as the youngster takes off after one of his sisters*

dvOptimus: *studies that picture* Is that...

Joe: That's got to be an Air Raid. *grinning*

Optimus: *nods* He hasn't been able to drag me along for the ride since I became acting Magnus, at least....

asOptimus: I'm starting to realize that keeping track of my daughter isn't the extreme sport I thought it was.

Optimus: *curious* What do you mean?

asOptimus: Panacea's never taken me flying without safety gear.

Joe: No, she just blew herself up. And didn't she spray Sentinel with water the other day and tell him it was cosmic rust?

tfOptimus: *boggling!*

Optimus: 0_0 *facepalm* *though the somewhat devious side of him is filing that away to share with a certain Megatron....*

asOptimus: *sigh* Yes. Yes, she did. Right in the middle of the Council.

Optimus: .... *sympathy wince*

asOptimus: And then her father laughed till he mis-calibrated his vocalizer.

Tarantulus: *bringing the table's order, with Showtime's help* *is trying not to let the slight grump he's in at the fact that his mask is cracking badly show*

Joe: *perks and pushes things out of the way* Thanks, Tarantulus and Show.

asOptimus and tfOptimus: *also perk*

dvOptimus: *reaching to take things off the tray*

Tarantulus: *as he and Showtime help get things situated on the table* You're welcome.

Showtime: Oh, whose family? *indicates the pictures*

dvOptimus: Those are Optimus' children and mate. *startled pause as he reaches at the same time Tarantulus leans and his hand winds up hitting the smaller mech squarely in the face*

Tarantulus: *startled ack, hand up to try and keep his mask on... only to wind up holding some of the bigger pieces in his hand* .>_<.

Showtime: *doorwings up! Will gently fuss over mate*

Optimus: *on his feet and moving to see if he can help with anything*

Joe: *grabs a napkin and offers it!*

tfOptimus: *had started to get up, but makes himself stay seated*

Showtime: *will make Tarantulus stay put even as she reaches for the napkin. Then, with a mother's practiced ease, she'll wipe her mate's face*

dvOptimus: *softly, his deep voice gentle and warm* Forgive me, brother.

Tarantulus: *attempting to say 'No harm, no foul', but that's a bit difficult with Showtime fussing over him*

asOptimus: *reaches over and gently pulls the blue femme away from Tarantulus*

Showtime: *startled ack*

Tarantulus: *startles at the same time, looking very much like a deer in headlights*

Joe: *gets up and proceeds to give Tarantulus a bandit mask with another napkin* There. Though I don't think you look that bad.

Optimus: *very surprised by the state of Tarantulus' face, though he won't say anything*

Tarantulus: *calming down now that he's got something covering part of his face*

asOptimus: I agree with Joe. *quirks a grin for Tarantulus*

dvOptimus: *will squeeze Tarantulus' shoulder and offer him a pickle*

Tarantulus: *slightly sheepish smile as he accepts the offered pickle*

Showtime: *will slip away from asOptimus*

asOptimus: *apologetic look for Showtime as she settles back in her seat*

Joe: *shows Showtime the kite picture*

Showtime: .... *facepalm* And here I thought Dahlia feeding Tarop-tim dustbunnies was bad enough....

Tarantulus: *looks to see what Showtime is looking at* .... So which one of you played kite?

Optimuses: *point to the former kite*

Tarantulus: .... *snerk*

Joe: Though... to be fair. That's not as bad as the time I was practising jet judo and fell on my head.

dv, as, tf: *face palm*

Tarantulus: *bemused look for Joe*

Optimus: .... *facepalming* I'm not even going to ask why.

Joe: *shrugs after he quickly bows his head and as he reaches for a biscuit* Combat training. It was Kup's idea.

Tarantulus: *soft snort* If he's anything like the Kup that stops by after his matches, I can understand.... *will move to go get another table's order*

Joe: Isn't Kup Kup, no matter how he's made?

Optimus: I'd imagine so.... *turns his attention to asOptimus* You mentioned your mate mis-calibrated his vocalizer.... Was Ratchet able to fix it? *no, he has no idea*

asOptimus: *looks at Optimus sideways over her bite of scrambles* *lowers chopsticks* Er... my mate is Ratchet. He had to go to Red Alert. *expression tells what Ratchet thought of that*

Optimus: 0_0

asOptimus: *face reddens slightly* Were you invited to any parties at Macadam's after bringing in Megatron?

Optimus: *thinking back* I think so.... But most of the parties the team got invited to were high society ones....

asOptimus: Ah. Well, we got bought a lot of rounds. And one morning, after a night of a lot of rounds... and about a week of stasis.

Joe: ...You and Ratchet bonded when you were drunk? 0.o

dvOptimus: *rumble of sympathy as he passes around the platters of good things to eat*

Optimus: *sympathy in his expression as well*

asOptimus: *quietly* Ratchet really felt bad about it at first. And then we got Panacea.

Optimus: *small nod*

tfOp: *sets down a holocube and displays a picture of himself, a beautiful dark purple femme with black accents and a very familiar face, two cute little chibis, a little golden mechlet named Paradox...

...And a little white femmebot with delicate blue tracery around her face and wrists and two huge pale green wings* This is my family. Paradox is my honorary nephew.

Optimus: *blink blink, gives tfOp a surprised look* You're Myrrh's honorary father....

tfOp: *mirrors his expression back to him* Yes... actually... well, yes. *looks down at his plate for a moment, his optics darkened. But then looks back up*

Optimus: *quietly* How is Koko doing?

tfOp: *another surprised look* She's alright. She's working with at risk human kids right now.

Optimus: *small nod* Good....

tfOp: So... you've met Koko. And Myrrh. *quizzical expression*

Optimus: *nods* It was awhile ago.... Paradox was still very small when I met Koko.... and Myrrh was in training when I met her....

tfOp: *slight smile* With the way time goes in fits and restarts in our reality I... can't really tell you how many years ago that was. Before I got assigned to Earth Command, though.

Optimus: Ah....

tfOp: Elita's got a better idea of how many times we've reset, but even she doesn't know how old the kids are. *checks the little sleeper in his lap, gently rubbing the chibi's back*

Optimus: *small nod, expression going a bit pensive as he's reminded of the prior day's events* *quietly* Who is Myrrh's other creator?

tfOp: *also quiet, as he glances at the others, who are discussing basketball* Me, in a way. But code wise, she's all Elita's.

Optimus: O_o

tfOp: *glances at him, and then looks back to Megatron* My shell had been poisoned by some... thing... that came through a rip in reality. Blackarachnia's body had created Myrrh, and she didn't want to deal with what was happening to her. So she let me use the body.

Optimus: *wince*

tfOptimus: *quietly, his optics dark and looking at memories* And then something like a mutant space barnacle on steroids got Prowl, and he attacked the team. By the time we got to the dressing room nexus some of the others were nearly offline. And while Ratchet was busy saving their lives... Blackarachnia's body went into labour.

Optimus: *more wince* *quietly* What happened?

tfOptimus: I died again. And haunted the dressing room for awhile. Hormah took Myrrh to her mentor. I didn't really see her again till she was grown.

Optimus: *intakes hitch*

tfOptimus: *looks up* And then I spent a lot of the downtime of the next however many years it was drinking myself into a stupor. Till Elita put her foot down one night after the last time shift. *not sure why he's saying all this. He's never shared with an alternate before, or anyone else outside his reality, really*

Optimus: *soft clicks as he thinks*

asOptimus: *absently offers him the platter of gummi ham as she talks to dvOptimus and Joe*

Optimus: *absently accepts the platter*

tfOptimus: *glances toward him uncertainly*

Optimus: *just a bit shaken up now*

tfOptimus: *bites his lip and excuses himself quietly, then scoops up Megatron and pushes his chair back*

dvOptimus: *quizzical look as the other two argue about something*

tfOptimus: I need to get back. I'll see you later. *intent on Megatron*

Optimus: *quietly excuses himself as well*

dvOptimus: *looks from one to the other, frowning with concern* Something has happened.

Joe: *looks around, his expression dropping from amusement to concern* What?

asOptimus: *ditto in her expressions*

tfOptimus: No. I just need to get back. *tries to smile, but then abruptly vanishes with a PINpoint flash*

Joe: ... :(

asOptimus: *looks at Optimus* What happened?

Optimus: *quietly* I'd.... rather not talk about it....

Joe: *quietly* Were you fighting?

dvOptimus: *hand on the younger mech's shoulder* *quiet also* Let him go, Joe.

Optimus: *headshake, searching for his PINpoint now*

asOptimus: *shovels meganoodles, gummiham, biltztoast, hotstuffs, and scrambles onto a platter, and shoves it at him just as he finds the device* Take that. You'll kick yourself for missing it.

Optimus: *small nod as he accepts the platter*

dvOptimus: *gravely* I hope to see you here again, brother.

Optimus: *another small nod, PINpoints home*

First Aid: *looks up as he appears, and then sets Kathy down and comes over for a hug, Kendell yawning softly in her arms* *pauses when she sees his expression* Oh... what's wrong?

Optimus: *quiet as he explains over comms what he learned during his brief visit to the Black Dog*

First Aid: *hand over her mouth, and then trades him platter for bitty, sets the platter on the coffee table, and then comes back and hugs him* Poor Optimus.

Kathy: *small frown* What happened?

First Aid: *softly, without looking at her human mentor* Optimus learned something sad about one of his alternates. But he doesn't want to talk about it right now.

Kathy: Alright.....

First Aid: *calls to Silverbolt over comms to please come and get Kendell*

Silverbolt: *will arrive a few moments later* *pause* Should I bring Kathy with me as well?

First Aid: If she wants to go. *glances to Kathy* Optimus needs quiet time...

Kathy: *nods and moves so Silverbolt can lift her up*

Silverbolt: *will click softly and offer to bring Kendell to see Uncle 'Buster*

First Aid: *softly, as she hands over cuddly and sleepy sparklet* Will you put away Optimus' breakfast too, Silverbolt?

Silverbolt: *nods. Looks at full hands, looks at the platter.... confused femme is confused*

Kathy: You can set me and Kendell down while you do that.

Silverbolt: .... Okay.... *will do so, carefully*

First Aid: *softly thanks her tall daughter, and then turns back to her mate and takes his hand. Gentle tug to see if he'll come with her*

Optimus: *will go where he's lead*

First Aid: *into the hallway, and into their room. Sets him down in his chair in front of his desk, and then sits on him and cuddles her head against his shoulder with a sigh*

Optimus: *hides his face against her and clicks softly. Is just a bit shaky, both from distress and from not eating breakfast yet*

First Aid: *senses his energy level and produces one of his favourite cookies from a storage compartment* *softly, as she pokes it at his mouth* He's okay now, Optimus.

Optimus: *small nod and a hitch of his intakes as he accepts the cookie* *the whole idea of giving birth in a manner similar to humans still scares him spitless, though*

First Aid: *senses the fear* *softly* You're safe.

Primus: *comfort from the Matrix as his chest glows very softly*

Optimus: *ducks his head and circulates quietly*

First Aid: Did you find out anything else? *gentle hand on his cheek*

Optimus: *quietly, gathering his thoughts* Myrrh might only have had one code donor....

First Aid: *lifts her brow ridges quizzically, waiting for him to go on*

Optimus: *circulates a bit more* The Optimus who is her honorary father mentioned that coding-wise, she's entirely Blackarachnia's....

First Aid: *understanding* So no one else died?

Optimus: It's a possibility...

First Aid: Oh, that's good. *slight, hopeful smile*

Optimus: *small nod, cuddles. Is trying to get calmed down*

First Aid: *softly* Eat your cookie.

Optimus: *moves to do as he's told*

First Aid: *reaches around and gently rubs his back*

Optimus: *shutters his optics and leans into the backrub*

First Aid: *and then she's blinking and looking over her shoulder as someone knocks on the door that she hadn't closed. Optics go wide!*

Ultra Magnus: *standing there next to Fireflight, Kup, and a tall, insectoid bot*

Optimus: *unshutters his optics and looks.... only to blink in confusion* Er....

Kup: *cracks a grin at Optimus*

Ultra Magnus: *just leaning on his cane and looking calm*

Waspinator: Magnus bot tell Waspinator zzorry. Said Oppybot will help with tinybot.

Optimus: *small smile* We're more than happy to help, Waspinator.

Waspinator: *nods* Tinybot hazz run away. *looks back the way they came*

Fireflight: Found the other bitties. *beams at Optimus. Looks so pleased with herself*

Optimus: *soft chuckle* *to Waspinator* Have you had breakfast yet, Waspinator? *will move to carefully get up without dumping First Aid on the floor*

Waspinator: *looks slightly startled* Waspinator gets breakfast?

Kup: I can get it for 'im, Magnus. You just go ahead 'n relax. *grin*

Waspinator: Don't put girlybot down. Girlybot might get mad.

First Aid: *wide eyed at the thought*

Optimus: *quiet amusement at the thought* *to Waspinator* If you'd like to sit down, we can get you a chair.

Waspinator: Waspinator sit down in own room. Upstairs, with window. *looks to Kup*

Kup: Yup. That's what we said. Not much in it right now, though.

Waspinator: Waspinator doesn't care. Is place to rest till Waspinator maybe finds place somewhere else. And food.

Kup: Yeah. *pats the big mutant* Let's go do that first. Wait'll you see softboils.

Waspinator: *curiously follows him away*

Ultra Magnus: *watches them go, and then turns back to Optimus* You hadn't mentioned that Fireflight can also see and talk to your friends.

Optimus: *nods* *quietly* She's always been able to... It's part of who she is.

Fireflight: *comes into the room and puts a hand out to Optimus* She's gone.

First Aid: *hand to her mouth with dismayed concern as she wonders who is gone*

Optimus: *concerned frown* Which 'She', Fireflight?

Fireflight: Spider lady. She went to see Mistfire again, and I talked to her. She went.

Optimus: *small nod* Did she go home, then?

Fireflight: Blackarachnia's just gone.

First Aid: *soft 'meep'*

Optimus: .... *more frown, will listen to see if Primus has anything to say on the matter*

Primus: *everything is how it should be. Peace*

Fireflight: Elita went home.

Optimus: *relaxes and nods* *quietly* Everything will be alright....

Fireflight: It is. *grins* Can I go to the Prime table?

Optimus: *looks to First Aid, for her opinion*

First Aid: *uncertain* That's the Nexus, right? Maybe Ultra Magnus should go too? *looks at the old bot hesitantly*

Optimus: *slight quirk of a grin as he looks to Ultra Magnus*

Ultra Magnus: *bit of a smile in return* Do you recommend that I visit this 'prime table', Optimus?

Optimus: *nods* The company's good....

Ultra Magnus: Alright, then. *looks to Fireflight*

Fireflight: *sudden perk* Let's bring 'Bolt and Kendell! They've been good.

Optimus: *looks to First Aid for her opinion, again* They have been very good....

First Aid: Do you think it's a good idea? *gives that gentle head tilt that's been so lacking from her interactions lately. She's obviously not fully recovered yet, but it seems her confidence is starting to return*

Optimus: Well... What if they went with another adult to help keep an eye on things?

First Aid: *knows the answer to this* Fireflight and Silverbolt are good girls, and Silverbolt's responsible. Don't you think so?

Optimus: *nods, smiling* And Kendell loves to spend time with Ultra Magnus as well....

Ultra Magnus: *slight startle, and then looks over his shoulder as a Kendell is held so she can snuggle against his back. Rumble of soft talk to the sparklet, who chirps back in her serious way*

First Aid: I think the four of them will be enough.

Fireflight: Five.

Optimus: Five?

Fireflight: *blinks at him, but then her expression clears* Oh right. You haven't met Archie yet. *holds up tiny three foot tall squid doll made from braided red rug rags* Arcee made him. He's just born.

Ultra Magnus: *grave look for Archie* Can he behave himself?

Fireflight: Of course. He's good, like Ace and Skydive.

Optimus: *soft chuckle* *will offer Ultra Magnus the PINpoint*

Ultra Magnus: *smiling as he takes the device* Is there anything you recommend?

Fireflight: The platters aren't empty yet. *dimples*

Optimus: *chuckles* They'll be more than happy to share with you, I think.... *wonders to himself what Ultra Magnus will think of Tarantulus*

Ultra Magnus: Very well. Silverbolt, do you want me to take Kendell? *glances over his shoulder, leaning on his cane*

Silverbolt: Alright.... *will move from where she'd been holding Kendell against Ultra Magnus and hand him the sparklet, intends to help support the older 'Bot*

Ultra Magnus: *hooks cane on arm in the way he's picked up from the old men at the park. Takes Kendell and cuddles her close, then hooks his other arm through Silverbolt's*

Kendell: *waves to Mama and Papa, smiling*

Optimus: *gentle clicks for Kendell as he waves*

First Aid: Be careful, alright, Kendell?

Kendell: *nod nods and snuggles Ultra Magnus, her optics shining*

Ultra Magnus: *is smiling as he takes the girls away*

First Aid: *sighs and leans against Optimus again* *softly* How do you feel now?

Optimus: *quietly* Better... *nuzzle*

First Aid: Do you think you could eat your breakfast now. *shutters optics and leans into the nuzzle*

Optimus: *quietly* I think so....

First Aid: *gets up* I'll be right back.

Optimus: *fully intends to share his breakfast with her* Alright.

First Aid: *smiles and heads out. Soon returns, laughing softly. The platter in her hands has had two large softboil sammiches and a wedge of cold deep fry pizza added to it* Cragbuster and Ratchet found where Silverbolt put it.

Optimus: *soft snerk*

First Aid: *comes over and settles on his lap again, and then sets the platter on her own. Offers chopsticks and a sammich*

Optimus: Thanks... *will reach for the offered items*

First Aid: *gives them along with a peck for his cheek, and then turns her attention to the other sammich as she leans against him* I already told God thank You.

Optimus: *small smile* Thank you.

First Aid: *smiles, snuggles, and eats. Also makes soft sounds of delight after Optimus has figured out how to manage meganoodles with chopsticks and feeds her some*

Optimus: *troubles and fears forgotten for now. Will sit and feed himself and his mate as he listens to the echoes of breakfast happening in the main room*

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