JOEverse and the Nexus. Field Hospital and the Black Dog. Marriage and PINpoint Education

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First Aid: You have everything we need on the list, Cat Scan? *glances over to where Snake Eyes is sitting propped up in his bed and silently communicating with Stormshadow*

Ironhide: *from just outside* Aw y'u ain't gonna impress her none, Gung-Ho, so quit flexin'.

Gung-Ho: *cheerfully* Carina ain't dat hard a critic, 'Hide.

Cat Scan: *double-checking* I think so... I know Mom and Lizzy are packing... Their flight leaves tomorrow night, right?

First Aid: *softly* Yes. *then, gently* You've asked me that five times since breakfast.

Cat Scan: *sheepish expression is a go*

Heavy Duty: *calls over from where he and Trip Wire are still sitting at the table with Rock 'n Roll* You're getting more of that blue wheat flour, right?

Cat Scan: Yup. Among other things. *chuckles*

First Aid: You have your PINpoint, and your cellphone?

Cat Scan: *pats the pouch on her belt where both items are safely tucked away* Got 'em.

First Aid: Alright, then. I think you're ready. *turns her head and calls toward the kitchen* Ratchet, don't let her eat that soap.

Cat Scan: See you in a little while. *moves to go get Gung-Ho*

Gung-Ho: *currently upside down and going 0.o*

Ironhide: *guffawing as his babies try to pick their favourite uncle up*

Cat Scan: ... *snerk* Niice.

Carina: *chirp click click click!*

Ironhide: *pauses in his mirth to tap Sparta on the head for saying something questionable, and then looks at Cat Scan* Y'u want somethin', Cat?

Nova: *beeping quietly and trying to twist her head upside down to see Uncle's face*

Cat Scan: Just came to get Gung-Ho. But if he's too busy being a dolly for the kids... *grin*

Ironhide: Naw. *takes the Marine and sets him on his feet* Th're ya go.

Gung-Ho: *shakes head with a bibbly sound, and then looks for his hat* Just gimme a minute...

Carina: *knows what he's looking for! Chirps and looks for Uncle's hat!*

Cat Scan: *so amused as she watches the little bit crawl around and clickstorm*

Gung-Ho: Aw, Sparta, quit tryin' ta eat dat. *gets hat away*

Sparta: *squeal, click pop beep bounce complain!*

Nova: *bap bubby* *then give Uncle one of those serious looks of hers*

Carina: *giving bubby what-for!* *such a scoldy bitty!*

Gung-Ho: *chuckles as he puts the slightly battered hat on his head* I'm ready.

Ironhide: *looking up at the canyon rim and shouting something cheerfully insulting at Skywarp and Blitzwing, who have stopped by to drop off Kriti and her clan and then stand sentry*

Cat Scan: *chuckles* *to Carina* You tell him, 'Rina.

Carina: *distracted by watching Daddy. Will chirp at whoever it is he's talking to!*

Gung-Ho: *taps Cat on the arm* We goin'?

Cat Scan: Yup. Just aim away from me if you're gonna puke. *such sass in that grin*

Gung-Ho: *rolls his eyes* I don' even puke at them dang octapuses Quickkick's so big on.

Cat Scan: What's up with that, anyway? *will bring Gung-Ho to the Nexus while she waits for an answer*

Gung-Ho: *looks around as soon as they appear* I got no ideACK! *staggers back as a small form in white and navy blue slams into him* What the... LOGAN??? *whoops and hugs the little brunette close*

Cat Scan: *startled and on the defensive until she sees Gung-Ho hugging the person who slammed into him* ... Eh?!

Logan: *laughing as she's spun around, and meeting Gung-Ho kiss for kiss. Is a petite woman with fierce dark eyes and black hair pulled back into a French braid. Doesn't care a whit that she's lost one of the tabi shoes that she was wearing with her white cotton kimono and navy hakama*

Cat Scan: ... Okay then. *will give the pair some privacy and look around to get her bearings*

Gung-Ho: *finally puts the lady down, then wipes his eyes on his arm*

Logan: *turns and looks at Cat Scan, one brow quirking as she smiles a bit*

Cat Scan: *has her bearings, now it's time to grief someone she's come to view as a brother* So this is the mystery woman you were talking about, Gung-Ho? *grin*

Gung-Ho: I... did?

Cat Scan: *raised brow* You don't remember showing me her picture that one time?

Gung-Ho: Oh. Right. Dat time Shipwreck tried runnin' off with it again.

Logan: *tips her head to smirk at him* Ya still got that picture?

Gung-Ho: *takes off his hat and rubs his head sheepishly*

Cat Scan: *chuckles* That he does...

Logan: *pleased grin up at the big Marine at her side* Well, I kin answer that question now, if ya still want 'n answer, Etienne.

Gung-Ho: *eyes go round*

Cat Scan: *raised brow, will watch to see where this conversation goes*

Logan: So ya do? *slight smirk*

Gung-Ho: *gruffly* Don' tease me, sha!

Logan: Fine. Let's go find a contract 'n some witnesses. *grabs his arm*

Gung-Ho: *massive grin!*

Cat Scan: You've got one witness right here. *grinning widely now herself*

Gung-Ho: Thanks, Cat! *being dragged toward the Black Dog*

Cat Scan: *moving to keep up* You think I'd let one of my best friends go and get hitched without me there, Etienne? *so amused and happy for the big Cajun*

Gung-Ho: *just gives her that big, happy, and slightly dazed with surprise grin*


Later...


Cat Scan: *has supplies! And a grin on her face... along with a slight hint that she might've had a drink at the Black Dog*

Gung-Ho: *looks a bit pensive as he shoulders his portion of the supplies. Isn't even complaining about the taste of the Red Bull and Orangina that was passed around as his wedding toast*

Ratchet: *raised brow ridge as he sees how hyper Cat Scan is, compared to how pensive Gung-Ho seems to be* ... Alright, what happened?

Gung-Ho: *looks up, a little bit of guilt in his hazel eyes* I got married.

Ratchet: ... *okay, not what he was expecting, if the shocked look he just gave Cat Scan is anything to go by*

Cat Scan: *nod nod nod* *speaking a bit quicker than normal, is nearly on the verge of an Eclipse-worthy rate of talking* Remember the lady in the picture Shipwreck tried ganking from him? Well, that's who Gung-Ho got married to and then we had Orangina and Red Bull so we wouldn't be breaking regulations by coming back plastered...

Gung-Ho: *gives her a frown* Though I don't think it worked the way it was supposedta.

Cat Scan: *puzzled blink blink* Bhuh?

Ratchet: ... *scans Cat Scan and facepalms*

Gung-Ho: *sad again* I'll get these supplies put up. *turns toward the field hospital*

Ratchet: *coaxing Cat Scan into letting him have the medical supplies, aims the hyper medic toward the kitchen, will move to walk alongside Gung-Ho*

Gung-Ho: *gives the medic a quizzical look as they walk*

Ratchet: With as hyper as Cat Scan is, it's best if she works off some of that energy... *okay, that can't be the only reason he sent Cat to torment whomever is in the kitchen*

Gung-Ho: You usually tend her yerself, Ratchet.

Ratchet: *small nod* Yes, that's true. *quieter* I couldn't help but notice that you're sad about something...

Gung-Ho: *shrugs and looks ahead again* *quietly* Jes' a bit hard ta let Logan go after I jes' got her back.

Ratchet: *concerned* Was she not able to come back with you and Cat?

Gung-Ho: *startled look, then shrugs and shakes his head as he looks forward again* Not really.

Ratchet: *bit of a frown, is quiet as he tries to think of a solution to this problem*

Gung-Ho: An' I done used up my leave time. *reaches storage room and sets down his burden*

Ratchet: *more frown* There has to be a way...

Gung-Ho: *quiet "heh" as he puts things away* We kin wait. She's a soldier, she knows about regs.

Ratchet: I still think there might be a way... I'm just not sure what it could be right now.

Gung-Ho: It's okay, Ratchet. *picks up the bag of flour and heads for the kitchen*

Ratchet: *concerned for the big Marine as he watches him walk away*

Cat Scan: *showing no sign of slowing down as she works on organizing supplies, though it's clear she's had far too much caffeine, as her hands are shaking*

Bethany: Cathrine Dan'ette Wyatt, what have you gotten into? *watching her nearly vibrating daughter bemusedly* Lizzie, put that back, we're using it for lunch.

Lizzy: Awww... *pouts, but puts the packages of portabella mushrooms back in the fridge*

Cat Scan: Red Bull and Orangina. *sort sort sort!*

Bethany: ...You know you can't take that much caffeine.

Kriti: *scoldy baby from where she's sitting in a huddle with her best peeps*

Cat Scan: Well, I couldn't refuse what was offered to me, that would've been rude...

Bethany: What were you drinking anything like that for to start with? *glances over and wonders how Kriti can still be awake when Rap and Eclipse are both sound asleep*

Cat Scan: Well, the entire Black Dog was celebrating the wedding that happened there, and it was either that or break regulations.

Bethany: If the wedding didn't concern you...

Gung-Ho: Kinda did, Mama. She was a witness.

Bethany: ... *raised brow* A witness?

Cat Scan: Yup. *nod nod, back to work sorting! At this rate, the entire spice cupboard will soon be alphabetized*

Bethany: *looks to Gung-Ho* Whose wedding?

Gung-Ho: *quietly, as he puts a hand on the pretty floral flour bag* Mine.

Bethany: *as Lizzy makes a surprised sound* Congratulations, Etienne...

Gung-Ho: Thanks... *looks toward the other part of the building, and then excuses himself quietly* I gotta get de rest'a that stuff sorted out. *heads toward the storeroom*

Bethany: *bit of a frown, and then her attention's going to Cat Scan. Exasperated sigh as she moves to discourage her oldest from whatever it is the redhead has gotten into now*

Lizzy: *slips off to give Gung-Ho a hug, since it looks like he needs one right now*

Gung-Ho: *hugs the big twelve year old gently* What's this for, sha?

Lizzy: You look like you needed a hug.

Gung-Ho: *chuckles* Thanks. You wanna help me get that storeroom straightened out?

Lizzy: Better me than Cat. How much Red Bull did she have, anyway?

Gung-Ho: *wry grin* I don't think there was that much in the punch.

Lizzy: Enough to turn her into more of a spaz than usual. Where do you want this? *holds up a container*

Gung-Ho: I'll show ya. *arm around her shoulders as he heads into the storeroom*

First Aid: *looks up from helping Snake Eyes with physiotherapy as Ratchet comes over*

Ratchet: *just a bit pensive-looking at the moment*

First Aid: Ratchet? Is something wrong?

Ratchet: Just wondering about something... Oh, and Cat Scan had Red Bull.

First Aid: *winces and goes to get Cat Scan's bed ready* What are you wondering about?

Snake Eyes: *shaking his head as he continues his exercises*

Ratchet: Whether there's any way to change how long someone's in the Nexus versus their time here.

Snake Eyes: *perks and nods*

First Aid: *didn't see the nod* ...What makes you wonder that? Have you been reading Sci Fi's books again?

Ratchet: *did see the nod, will answer First Aid's question, over comms* //Gung-Ho got married... But couldn't spend much time with his new wife because he doesn't have any leave...//

First Aid: But what makes you think that you could change how time runs?

Ratchet: I've seen time differences between realities when I've gone to talk to some of my alternates.

First Aid: Oh yes. When is the next poker night?

Snake Eyes: *silent laughter*

Ratchet: Next Tuesday...

First Aid: I'll make sure you have loose cash. *finishes with Cat Scan's bed, and then comes over and peeks into Ratchet's storage compartment to see if a bath cranky Lifeline has settled down*

Ratchet: *glances to Snake Eyes* So there is a way then?

Snake Eyes: *nods, laying back against the raised head of his bed*

Ratchet: *considering look. Is thinking about pestering that one alternate of his who is that unattractive yellow color*

Snake Eyes: *signs* "Pop traveller please." *holds out hand*

Ratchet: *gets his PINpoint out and gives it to the ninja*

Snake Eyes: *looks at the disk shaped device thoughtfully, and then looks up* "Use to bring me small complex one."

Ratchet: Alright... *will also see if Lifeline wants to go to First Aid or if she'd rather stay with him*

Lifeline: *sound asleep in his pocket and hugging a towel, but PINpointing will definitely wake her*

First Aid: Here, I'll put her in Cat Scan's bed. *gently extracts babby from the pocket*

Lifeline: *sleepy little squeaks of protest, but then settles down in Mama's arms*

Ratchet: *soft chuckle, gently smooths Lifeline's helm. Then he's going to get a fancier PINpoint from the vending machine Cat Scan told him about one time* *soon returns with one in hand* *will give the fancier PINpoint to Snake Eyes*

Snake Eyes: *calls up the screen, taps a certain icon, and then shows Ratchet that the choices are, 'return to time you left' and 'return in synchronous passage of time'*

Ratchet: Huh... *will make note of that and show everyone who has a fancier PINpoint, starting with Gung-Ho*

Snake Eyes: *now strapping that PINpoint onto his wrist*

First Aid: *chuckles and shakes head, then perks and goes to take Cat Scan from Gung-Ho* Thank you. I'll put her to bed.

Gung-Ho: *shaking his head and trying to keep his butt out of curious babby poking range*

Sparta: *crawling around after Uncle, and poking him on the butt*

Cat Scan: *sleeping hard. Splatsleeped in the middle of sorting recycling*

Ratchet: At least she goes straight to sleep when the crash hits.

First Aid: *chuckles and tucks the young medic into the bin bed beside Lifeline*

Lifeline: *wriggles and hugs sissy. Bitty purr*

Ratchet: *soft chuckle, will turn his attention to Gung-Ho* Gung-Ho, what type of PINpoint do you have?

Gung-Ho: Uh. *fishes a small disk model out of his cargo pocket* This kind. Why?

Ratchet: There's a way to set PINpoints to bring a person back to the time they left. *hint hint*

Gung-Ho: *blinks* Well let's hope Tunnel Rat don't never find it out.

Snake Eyes: *laughing. He learned about it from the Rat*

Ratchet: ... I think he already knows.

Gung-Ho: ...That explains a lot.

First Aid: It does.

Ratchet: There might be a way to set your PINpoint too... *puzzling over this now*

Cat Scan: *mumbling nonsense as she sleeps*

Snake Eyes: *holds out his hand*

Ratchet: *offers to bring Gung-Ho over to Snake Eyes so the Cajun can learn how to set his PINpoint*

Gung-Ho: *swats at Sparta and jumps up on Ratchet's hand*

Sparta: *giggle, beep! Thrrrpts and then gleefully fans the air like something smells bad*

First Aid: *face palm*

Carina: *trying to find bubby, is fussing loudly nearby*

First Aid: *goes to get the baby girl*

Carina: *yapping away to Aunty now!*

Ratchet: *soft, amused sigh, will bring Gung-Ho over to Snake Eyes*

Snake Eyes: *takes the PINpoint from Gung-Ho, and then turns it over and uses a needle taken from a syringe to poke a spot on the underside. Checks the resulting holoscreen and taps the right time setting, then turns the screen off and hands the device back to Gung-Ho*

Gung-Ho: *blinks and looks at the bottom of it*

Ratchet: *very soft snerk*

Cat Scan: *mumbles something about fish in response to the snerk* *snore*

Gung-Ho: Okay...

Ratchet: We'll have to watch how much caffeine she has over the next day or so.

Gung-Ho: Uh, Ratchet? What'm I supposedta do with this now? *holds up PINpoint*

Ratchet: Well, for starters, you could go spend some time with Logan.

Gung-Ho: But ain't that cheatin'? *glances toward a Sparta squeal and sees that Nova's just ninjaed her brother again*

Carina: *laughing at bubby and sissy now*

Ratchet: I won't tell if you won't.

Gung-Ho: But...

First Aid: Gung-Ho, you just got married. To someone you thought you'd lost. Why are you arguing with Ratchet? *kisses Carina on the head*

Ratchet: Go have a honeymoon, Gung-Ho.

Gung-Ho: *stands to attention* Yessir. *and gone*

First Aid: *offers Ratchet talkative babby*

Ratchet: *will cuddle Carina and get yapped at* Is that so?

Carina: *yap yap, chirp!*

First Aid: *checks the sleepers, and then puts a hand on her husband's arm* Let's go eat. We have botmado mud.

Ratchet: *expression brightens* Alright.

Carina: *gonna yap at bubby and sissy too*

First Aid: *scoops up Sparta, but lets Nova follow on her own as she prefers. Will bring husband and nieces and nephew to the kitchen for lunch*

Snake Eyes: *watches them go, and then starts making his careful way over to Cat Scan's bed*

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