DTC. The Tavern. Hazing The Newcomer

[dens_extra_pups]

Kia: *back behind the common room front door, earnestly trying to properly return the mistletoe greeting with her husband*

Perceptor: *got slipped an extra helping of brandy in his eggnog, is feeling very cuddly as a result*

Kia: *breaks kiss and blinks, then smiles up at him before turning her head toward a voice she can hear* The man that Kriti brought in has wakened.

Perceptor: *looks toward where WakeJumper is holding the man in question down* Oh, dear... I do hope he does not attempt to leave the cot before he is physically able. *doesn't sound all that concerned, as he remembers that WakeJumper does have some medical training*

Kia: Should we go and tender assistance? *can still feel Perceptor's arms around her, and his heart beating under the soft wool of his tunic*

Perceptor: *slight headtilt as he considers that option and weighs it against the option of cuddling his wife more* I believe WakeJumper is more than capable of aiding the man. *snuzzle, cuddle*

Kia: *soft laughter as she raises her face* You realize that we are not under the mistletoe any longer?

Perceptor: *absent 'hmm' of agreement, more cuddle*

Kia: *rubs her cheek against his and sighs, her arms tightening around him* You've misplaced your spectacles again. *doesn't feel them on husband face*

Perceptor: *puzzled expression is a go, accompanied by one hand going to his head* Oh, dear... I seem to have misplaced my spectacles.

Kia: They will be returned. *reaches up to feel husband curls* Hmmm. Someone could use a wash.

Perceptor: *just pulled an interesting face as his hand came into contact with something squishy and wet*

Kia: *heard his intake of breath* Perceptor?

Perceptor: I do believe you are right. A bath seems to be in order.

Kia: *smile lightens her pale face as her unseeing eyes sparkle* We have the silver needed to use the bathing room rather than our own shower bath. *wants to sit in nice warm water with husband*

Perceptor: Indeed, we do. *small smile, looks forward to sitting in nice warm water with his wife* Shall we then?

Kia: *snuzzle* Yes.

Perceptor: *will move to guide Kia to where time in the bathing room is purchased*

Anna: *leaning on the bar laughing at a glitter slime covered Old Lu. Glances over as Perceptor and Kia approach* What's yours?

Perceptor: *as he checks his pockets for the silver he knows he put in one of them* We would like to utilize the bathing room, please, Miss Anna.

Anna: *snerks* I don't think anyone else'll want them right now, so go ahead. Happy holiday. *knows these guys spend hours in the tub, but isn't worried about that right now*

Kia: *perks* Oh, thank you, Anna.

Perceptor: Thank you very much, Miss Anna. *will put some of the silver he has on the counter*

Anna: *gives it back to him* It's a gift, you yahoo. Go turn into a prune.

Kia: *blushes and laughs as she thinks of how wrinkled they get by sitting in the tub for hours*

Perceptor: *surprised expression is a go, and then he's thanking Anna again and moving to lead Kia to the bathing room*

Kia: *goes with her husband, though she turns her head toward the disgruntled voice of the man on the hearth*

Wheeljill: Hey, Den. *waves to a pale Necromancer* Get over here 'n sedate this guy.

Sludge: *big pout from where she's now sitting on the hearth instead of on the nice warm guy* *hugs her dolly* Sludge no like.

Skyfire: *chirp chirp chirp!*

Rose: Bad, bad! *annoyed huff and hugs Sissy*

Denthe: How much should I sedate him then? *cheeks are very rosy, as she's been matching her Name Sister drink for drink*

Den F.: *quietly, to Mack* It's not as fun if I can't get plastered...

Wheeljill: *gently shoulders WakeJumper aside* *to Denthe* Just plant one on him.

Denthe: *blink blink, grin* 'Kay! *will move to do so, earning a sputtering protest from the man on the cot, and cheers from Rose and Snarl*

Skyfire: *eyes so big from where he's laying in his basket with his chin on the edge*

Slag: *baby cheer as well, waving his toy racing snail on wheels as he does*

Wheeljill: *big grin*

Swoop: *cheeping happily on top of Mama's head*

Bluestreak: *conked out with her head on the table after tasting Old Lumen's drink while he wasn't looking. Smiles at the cheeps but doesn't wake*

Denthe: *keeps kissing the man on the cot until he stops trying to get away from her* *then she's backing off and crouching... only to fall back with a surprised squeak as she overbalances*

man: *still going 0_0* What the heck was that?!

Wheeljill: Good for what ails ya! *laughs and gives some to her husband*

WakeJumper: *pleased sound as he kisses his wife*

man: ... 0.o That... Doesn't tell me what it is.

Sludge: *thoughtful expression* Aunty Den-Den?

Denthe: *looks... well, up is relative when one is laying on their back* Huh?

Den F.: *also looks* Hm?

Sludge: *points to the Aunty laying down, then points to the man on the hearth* Aunty liiiike?

Denthe: He's cute. *grin* Dunno if I like him yet though. He's a lousy kisser.

man: ... *not sure whether to be insulted or not*

Kriti: *from her perch on a nearby bench* She just totally dissed him. *so amused*

Sludge: *thinks about this* Sludge buy for Aunty present! *hops off the hearth and scoots toward Aunty Kriti, offering her Christmas gold coin*

Den F.: *snickerfitdie*

Mack: *just passed out, so has nothing of substance to contribute to the conversation*

Kriti: *chuckles as she accepts the offered coin* Alright, but if Denthe breaks that one, she's not getting another one.

Sludge: Aunty Den-Den be careful! :D *scoots back to Denthe and points to the man* Happy howiday!

Denthe: *silly grin* Thanks, Sludge.

Den F.: *so amused* So who did my Name Sister get given as a gift?

man: *so much scowl going on now* You can't just trade me like I'm some sparkless machine! *going to try and sit up now*

Wheeljill: *blinks at the man. Oh ho. Kriti bitty, go get Jazz.

Kriti: *nods and goes to get Jazz* *from across the room* Magnus, what the heck are you eating?!

Jazz: *meeps and drops the glob of caramelized glitter slime she'd been aiming at her husband's mouth* Heh. Nothin'...

Magnus: *disappointed sound*

Kriti: *shakes her head, then she's reaching to tug Jazz's hand* Come see the n00b that Sludge bought Denthe. *grin*

Jazz: Whadda I wanna see this n00b for, baby? *feeds husband* *then adds a kiss*

Magnus: *pleased sounds at the food and the kiss*

Kriti: 'Cause he's like you.

Jazz: *abrupt halt to tasty kiss, and she turns her head to stare at Kriti* What?

Kriti: *expression serious* His scent's like yours. I don't think he can get home... Especially considering he was near death when Grimlock and I found him.

Jazz: *looks at her husband soberly* I'll be right back, Maggy baby. *gets up*

Magnus: *small nod* I'll fend the louts off.

Jazz: *grins at him, dark eyes twinkling. You better, I still want more'a that.

Slag: *scampers past, chasing Acorn with a tiny pumpkin lantern left over from the fall*

Acorn: *happy cheeps as he scampers*

Kriti: *moves to lead Jazz over toward the hearth, stepping over Chomper as he too joins the chase*

Jazz: *watches the guy get more medicine from Denthe, a concerned frown on her dark face*

man: *stops flailing after a few moments of getting snogged by the plastered Necromancer. And then he's carefully pushing her away from his face*

Denthe: *passed out in the middle of snogging*

Den F.: *cheerily* Stick a fork in her, she's done.

WakeJumper: *snerks and moves to grab Denthe so she doesn't end up sleeping in the rushes again* *has heard the rants that occur after that happens*

Jazz: *to the man on the hearth* Looks like Denthe likes ya, man. *quizzical look in her dark eyes as she studies his face*

man: *might border on handsome if he wasn't scowling so much, and if his light brown eyes weren't narrowed with irritation* How would she even know, if she couldn't even stay awake?

Jazz: *grin* She was kissin' ya, wasn' she?

man: *more scowl, and a bit of an annoyed-sounding growl that has Swoop cheeping at him*

Den F.: *as she studies the drink in front of her* It could be worse. She could despise you.

Jazz: Hey, cat. Don't scare the babies. What's your name, anyhow?

man: *as obvious as his irritation is, his surprise is even moreso* I'm Heatwave. Who are you?

Jazz: *quietly* Former Autobot CO2 Jazz.

Heatwave: *boggling now. Has clearly heard the name 'Jazz' before*

Jazz: *gently* Kid, if yer here, yer probably stuck. So jes' make the best 'a it.

Heatwave: ... Prove it. *back to scowling*

Jazz: You human when ya went ta sleep?

Heatwave: ... No. And I didn't go to sleep. My team and I were fighting a fire at one of the buildings on the pier.

Jazz: *gaze sharpens as she comes over and lifts a platinum dragonette out of the basket by Heatwave's feet* What's the last thing you kin recall? *nuzzles baby as he cheeps at her happily and lifts his slightly wobbly head*

Heatwave: *quiet as he thinks* *then* Part of the roof collapsed... Kade was in danger...

Jazz: *looks over at Kriti and nods to Heatwave* What's 'is damage, Bitty?

Kriti: He was bleeding out, had a big gash in his left leg, and his back's a mess of cuts and bruises. He was probably squished and got cut up while trying to get out.

Jazz: *presses her lips together and looks back to Heatwave* Yeah, man. Yer stuck.

Heatwave: That can't be right. *looks just a bit spooked now*

Kriti: Your scent is like Jazz's.

Jazz: Yeah. The dragons know. *glances over toward Flashpoint, who is helping her husband cut up the dragondrakesheepturduckevertyingen over on a nearby table*

Heatwave: ... Dragons? *moving to sit up*

WakeJumper: *sighs and pushes on Heatwave's shoulder* Quit trying to get up, you'll pull your stitches out.

Jazz: Yeah. Kriti's a dragon. So's Flash, 'n 'Hide.

Ironhide: *glances over from where she's standing triumphantly on the idiot who wanted to play Mungskull with her* Didn' do it.

WakeJumper: So is Chromia... But I don't think she's here right now.

Jazz: *looks around* Don't see 'er. Maggy, you know where she's at?

Magnus: Last time I saw her, she was looking for Ratchet, and had a big jug of brandy in hand.

Jazz: So we ain't seein' them till after the party. *turns back to Heatwave, unaware that her husband just said another name that the young Exile recognized*

Heatwave: ... Ratchet's here? *trying and failing to sit up again, thanks to WakeJumper*

WakeJumper: Good grief, am I going to have to tie you to the cot? *not amused*

Sunstreaker: *comes in, looking amused and puzzled* Found Quickstrike. Hey, the new guy's awake.

Kriti: Where'd you find Quickstrike? New guy's named Heatwave.

Sunstreaker: Hog tied and gagged again. This time in the bower where 'Jill and Wake used to sleep. *looks at the yahoo in question quizzically* And he's got no clue who did it this time either.

Quickstrike: *has the good grace to look embarrassed*

Kriti: *snerk* Fail.

Heatwave: ... *so confused*

Ironhide: *leans over and sniffs at Quickstrike, and then chortles and offers to play Mungskull with him*

Quickstrike: *can't turn down a challenge from one of the Bosses!* Lemme go get my helmet. *grin*

Sunstreaker: *watches him go* Some people are too stupid to live. They're the ones that never die. *shivers and shuts the door, then comes in and looks for his wife. Already found a kid. He's wrapped around his leg*

Sideburn: *yap yap yap!*

Showtime: *has the rest of the babies at the table she commandeered*

Mira: *happy squeals and flails*

Sunstreaker: *grabs his son by one leg as he grins and heads for the table*

Jazz: *to Heatwave* Yeah, all this weird slag is real. You ain't trippin'.

X-Brawn: *happy crow, baps Hot Shot in his glee*

Heatwave: *boggling at the bitty battle that ensues*

Slag and Snarl: *gonna get in on that!*

Acorn: *joining in on the fun, Chomper hot on his heels!*

Jazz: *watches the babby war, her eyes wide*

Old Mira: *starting to tell one of the old Dwarven ballads, paying the babby war no mind*

Heatwave: *boggling at that, too*

Sludge and Piryasha: *wade into the battle, wapping right and left*

Snarl: *having the time of his life!*

Swoop: *cheep cheep cheep!!!*

Ironhide: *finishes Mungskulling Quickstrike, and then fishes her daughter and niece out of the rumble* Y'u ain't gonna break it up, so jes' c'mere. *heads for the roast beast*

Swoop: *will go to Aunty then*

Ironhide: *nuzzles the little wingling, and then frowns and looks around* Where the slag's Jack?

WakeJumper: Your guess is as good as mine, Ironhide.

Old Lumen: Last I saw of him, he was hauling a bunch of socks off, and one of the bags of candy that you brought back from the Nexus. *chuckles*

Ironhide: Socks? *laughs at thought of that so seldom worn around here garment* Wh't the slag's he up t'. *offers babbies crispy skin and stuffing*

Sludge: Ohhh. I liiike! :D

Swoop: *happy noises* Swoop like!

Old Lumen: I have no idea.

WakeJumper: He's probably going to stick 'em on the mantle.

Piryasha: *tilts her gold splashed head and growls softly, then noms as much as Aunty and sissy/friends are willing to stuff into her mouth*

Ironhide: On th'... *breaks off as she recalls that custom from the Mountain Kingdom* *snort*

Flashpoint: *snerk* Th' last tahm we did th't, we w're still kids, 'n Ah'd jes' beat th' tah outta y'u t' git y'u t' put yer nahght clothes on, 'Hahd.

Ironhide: *blinks and then chuckles* 'N Ah put 'em on th' cat.

Flashpoint: *snickerfit* Yep. Th' cat w'sn't 'appeh 'bout th't. 'N neithah w's yer Ma.

Ironhide: *rotten grin, which she fills with a hunk of meat*

Heatwave: *feeling just a bit brain-broken right now*

Anna: *kicks Denthe in passing for sleeping where she needs to walk*

Denthe: *wakes up, ish. Notices Heatwave and grins a sleepily drunk grin, before moving to make her slow, crawling way to the cot*

Trailbreaker: *looks around from where he's standing with a handful of roast beast* Where's Perceptor? We need another story now that Old Mira's done.

Bumblebee: *blinks and looks around*

Den F.: He and Kia went to take a bath.

Trailbreaker: *looks at Springer*

Anna: Leave 'em alone, you yahoos. *then meeps as the door blows open and lets in a blast of cold* *unprintable!*

Wheeljill: *looks over from where she was helping Denthe back to the hearth* ??

Den F.: *also looks, wariness in her expression*

Flashpoint: *looks*

Hound: *protecting Desinex from where they'd been sitting near the door, but then sees the figure that drags itself in and jumps off the table to hurry toward it* Ironhide!

Trailbreaker: Oh crud. *hurries that way*

Springer: *follows Trailbreaker!* What the heck did he do?

Arcee: *hurrying after Springer and Trailbreaker after grabbing her good cloak to wrap gIronhide with* And is it on par with what our resident Village Idiots do?

Hound: *worried as he lifts one end of the frost coated man and waits for Trailbreaker to grab the other as Springer slams the door shut* He's so cold he's not even shivering.

Flashpoint: *on her feet and moving to give Rose to Ironhide. Will go get her good cloak as well* We need t' git 'im warmed up.

Wheeljill: *has dropped Denthe on Heatwave and is heading for the bar* Quick, gimme some'a the wassail.

Heatwave: Don't give him alcohol!

WakeJumper: *raised brow* But it'd warm him up.

Heatwave: It'd only make things worse.

Jazz: *blinks at Heatwave* How ya figure?

Wheeljill: *paused and blinking. Then shrugs* Right. Fake rum punch it is. *goes to gank Vissy's*

Heatwave: *grumbling about having someone laying on him, wants to sit up and see what's going on*

Flashpoint: *sent some of the louts to get warm clothes and blankets*

Jazz: *pokes Heatwave* How's it gonna hurt 'im? These cats do it alla time.

Springer: *thunders his fists against the bathing room door* Perceptor, get your drunk can outta the tub. Guy'Hide needs it!

Heatwave: Alcohol makes blood vessels expand, which makes heat loss happen even faster.

WakeJumper: *blink blink, did not know that. Will get more blankets and wrap Denthe in them, since he knows the Necromancer often complains about the cold in the winter*

Springer: *kicks the door as he pounds on it again* PERCY!

gIronhide: *bleary blinking of his eyes, and then pulls an egg out from under his clothes. Egg is large, smooth, and glistening platinum. It's also kinda cold*

Arcee: Here. *will pick the lock to the bathing room* They probably fell asleep again.

Springer: Great. What is it with those Metal Kingdom yahoos and making people see them in their birthday suits?

Ironhide: *over checking on Name Brother* Lu ain' no Steeler.

Arcee: That's nice. Help me wrap 'em in towels.

Kia: *confused blinking* Oh, what's happening? Perceptor? *turns her head toward her husband as she feels the water vanishing from the tub and then herself wrapped and lifted*

Perceptor: *groggy mumbling*

Arcee: You're alright, Kia. We just need the tub for 'Hide's Name Brother.

Kia: *mortified* Oh, who's there?

Springer: Don't worry, my eyes are closed. *and he's very good at working that way from all those dark caverns he's fought in*

Arcee: Just Springer and me. And we've got you both covered up, so relax.

Kia: *does so, though her expression is still slightly fearful*

gIronhide: Egg. Make sure... Sure she's... okay.

Trailbreaker: *hands the egg off to Flashpoint*

Flashpoint: *will go stick the egg in the hearth*

Ironhide: *eyes go wide as she cuddles her armload of little girls* 'Nother platinum.

Flashpoint: *nods* Th' soonah we git'er wahmed up, th' bettah.

gIronhide: *still mumbling faintly about the egg as he's hauled into the bathing room and stripped*

WakeJumper: *moving to go help gIronhide*

Denthe: *silences Heatwave's protests by snogging him silly*

Trailbreaker: Old Mira, we need your frostbite medicine. His ears are white.

Old Mira: *nods and goes to get it out of her pack*

gIronhide: *yell of pain as he's dipped into the tub of warm water!*

Jazz: *meeps and looks at Magnus*

Heatwave: *trying in vain to get Denthe to let him up*

Magnus: *moves to see if he can help, will give Jazz the remainder of the cooked glitter slime*

Jazz: *looks at the goodie, and then hands it to Ironhide and goes and sits on Heatwave's head*

Denthe: *snuggles and lays partially on Heatwave's chest* *sleepily content expression is a go*

Heatwave: *flail!*

Jazz: *sits pretty. Isn't going anywhere!*

gIronhide: *yells again, and then gasps as his heart starts racing in response to the shock of the warm water*

WakeJumper: Easy, Ironhide. *thanks Old Mira as the Dwarven woman offers him the frostbite medicine*

gIronhide: *shivering violently now, tears running down his face*

Wheeljill: *hands fake rum punch into the room*

Magnus: *will bring the fake rum punch over to gIronhide* Here. *will help his friend drink* This'll warm you up too.

gIronhide: *chokes slightly because of his shivering, and then gives Magnus a dazed and miserably confused look*

Magnus: *reassuringly* This'll help.

WakeJumper: Someone go see how plastered Deepdancer is.

Wheeljill: Deepdancer's with Gerry at their place. *frown of concern as she watches Trailbreaker put medicine on gIronhide's ears and nose*

gIronhide: *drinking now as best he can for the shivering*

WakeJumper: Great... *will check the temperature of the water*

Trailbreaker: It could use warming.

WakeJumper: *nods and fiddles with the warmer that Wheeljack and Wheeljill made for the tub*

gIronhide: *finishes his drink, and then lays back as his eyelids droop*

Magnus: *will shake gIronhide's shoulder* Hey! Wake up!

gIronhide: *startles a bit and blinks at him* Huh?

Magnus: You'll be able to rest soon. Just stay awake for now.

Trailbreaker: Just gotta get your insides thawed out.

gIronhide: *grits teeth and nods slightly as thawing extremities hurt and itch*

Old Mira: I'll go get some stew for him. *gone*

Wheeljill: Wait, Old Mira. He won't be able ta handle the bits. Just get broth. Or more fake rum punch.

Old Mira: *nods and works on getting a bowl of broth*

gIronhide: *gritting teeth make a sound*

Trailbreaker: *sympathy* I know it hurts. Just hold on.

WakeJumper: We'll get you a spot by the fire.

gIronhide: *nods, and then nearly drops off again*

Magnus: *shakeashoulder!*

gIronhide: *gasps and blinks at him blearily*

Magnus: Stay awake.

gIronhide: Nnn. Trying... *quiet grunt of discomfort*

Old Mira: *back with broth!*

Trailbreaker: *moves out of the way* Here, you give it to him, Old Mira.

Old Mira: *blink blink* Er... Okay... *will move to approach*

gIronhide: *gives her a quizzical look, his eyes dark with pain and weariness*

Old Mira: Easy... You'll be alright. *will offer a spoonful of broth*

gIronhide: *shivering mostly abated now, but he's still clumsy as he tries to eat*

Old Mira: *patient and careful as she helps gIronhide eat*

gIronhide: *no longer shivering by the time the broth is gone, and his colour has returned to normal. Well, it's hot bath lobster colour, but still*

WakeJumper: *will get some towels and blankets, then he's ushering Old Mira out so he can help gIronhide out of the tub*

gIronhide: *blinks at him as Springer and Trailbreaker come back to help and try to chase Wheeljill out* Huh?

Magnus: *also moving to help. Sent Whiplash to get gIronhide some dry clothes*

WakeJumper: There'll be a bedroll by the fire waiting for you.

Trailbreaker: Did you move the new guy? I think it's too exciting out here for him anyway.

WakeJumper: We'd better get that taken care of. *bit of a frown as he thinks*

Trailbreaker: I still have a small room rented. Can he sleep on a cot?

WakeJumper: Yeah, as long as he's kept warm.

Trailbreaker: No problem. I think Denthe's got that covered.

WakeJumper: *snerk* Yeah. Didn't Sludge buy the guy for Denthe?

Trailbreaker: Yup. And I think she likes the Christmas present.

Springer: *as he supports gIronhide* Maybe she'll stop trying to stick her cold feet on me or 'Cee in the middle of the night now.

WakeJumper: Yeah, or trying to snuggle 'Jill and me when you and 'Cee kick her out.

Wheeljill: *supervising the moving of the Heatwave from the pallet on the hearth to the small room down the hall*

Jazz: *helping with that after putting Skyfire down*

Ironhide: *has ALLL the babbies!*

Kriti: *helping with the move*

Heatwave: *got slipped some brandy in the eggnog that Denthe made him drink* *trying to figure out why he feels so sleepy now*

Denthe: *conked out and snuggling Heatwave*

Flashpoint: *tucks the platinum dragon egg into the babby pile Ironhide has going, will lift Denthe and bring her along to the room*

Trailbreaker: Okay, coast is clear and we're good to go. And Flashpoint's got her good cloak out there to cover him with. It's not as fancy as 'Hide's, but still.

WakeJumper: Then let's get him dressed and to the hearth.

Trailbreaker: You can do the dressing stuff. *carefully carries his part of gIronhide*

Springer: *exchanging insults with Whiplash as he helps too*

Whiplash: *trading insult for insult*

WakeJumper: Just help him get dressed, you two.

Trailbreaker: *settles gIronhide onto the pallet, and then books it into the crowd* Gotta see to something!

Springer: ... Wuss.

gIronhide: *weak and exhausted, but is now going to try and dress himself, thank you*

WakeJumper: *will help with that, and make Springer and Whiplash get the bedroll set up*

gIronhide: *soon tucked warmly into the bedding and blinking slowly*

Trailbreaker: *back* I've got a back warmer for him. *stuffs Old Mira in next to the muzzy cavalier*

Old Mira: *bit of a blush going now* Seriously?

Trailbreaker: Why not? Neither of you is previously engaged, and you said you'd had enough to eat.

Springer: *facepalm*

Old Mira: Yeah, but not nearly enough to drink.

WakeJumper: *snickerfits for a moment, then his expression is going serious* We'll make it up to you. Keep an eye on him for now.

gIronhide: *realizes there's somebody beside him and puts his arms around her. Sigh and sleep*

Old Mira: *BLUSH* *SO not sure what to do now*

Trailbreaker: *uncertain now* Maybe it's not a good idea. *goes to extract the dwarven woman from gIronhide's arms*

gIronhide: *quiet protests. Old Mira is beautiful, and he'll be good, just don't take her away*

Ironhide: *blinks and looks at Old Lumen as she hears that*

Old Lumen: *raised brow*

Old Mira: *blushing to the point that her ears are red. Nobody's ever called her beautiful before*

Trailbreaker: You need to let go, Ironhide. She doesn't want to cuddle. *tries to gently coax the sudden iron grip loose*

gIronhide: *not fully awake, and not squeezing Mira at all* *gives her a pleading look*

Old Mira: *bit of a wiggle, is trying to get her arms free* *quietly* At least lemme have my Christmas present... *got a bottle of good ale from Old Lumen that she had just opened when Trailbreaker grabbed her*

gIronhide: *uncertainly loosens his grip as Old Mira speaks to him* *blue eyes blink at her foggily*

Old Lumen: *snerks and goes to retrieve the ale he got his Sworn Sister*

Ironhide: *chases Springer and Trailbreaker back into the crowd of happily celebrating louts*

Springer: *wants to hug his wife*

Trailbreaker: *now has Bumblebee backpack*

Old Lumen: *elbowing a couple louts aside as he makes his way back to where his Sworn Sister and Sworn Brother are*

Sideswipe: *laughs as the Quickstrike he just woke up gets pwned again*

Old Mira: *quietly thanks her Sworn Brother, will take a long pull from the bottle once she has it in hand. Will share with gIronhide as well*

WakeJumper: Should be alright for him to have some Christmas cheer now. He's warm enough, and he's by the fire.

gIronhide: *careful sip, and then a sweet smile of thanks that looks slightly out of place on his craggy face as he lays his head back on the pillow*

Old Mira: *more blush, will finish off the bottle and lay down, trusting the others to keep drunk louts from tripping over gIronhide and herself in the night*

gIronhide: *sleeping now, but he cuddles and snuzzles his face against her hair*

Old Mira: *soft sigh as she blushes and relaxes. Is soon conked out and sleeping peacefully*

Ironhide: *watches them for a moment, and then looks at her husband as he eats all the cherries out of the brandy that the king sent her this year* Wh't d'y'u th'nk, Lu?

Old Lumen: *in between bites of brandied cherries* 'Bout time she settled down. *chuckles*

Ironhide: Th'nk th'y'll stick t'geth'r, th'n? *slight grin as she lets energetic babies go and tucks the platinum egg of her new niece in next to her Name Brother*

Old Lumen: We'll just have to wait and see.

Ironhide: *fixes the blankets, then ducks a flying tankard and comes over to sit by him on the bench. Glances to where Perceptor and Kia are snuggled on a table in the far corner near the hall, and then looks back to Old Lu* So wh't now?

Old Lumen: *offers her a cherry* Now, we enjoy the holiday.

Ironhide: *takes cherry, puts in mouth. Spits out stem tied in a knot*

Old Lumen: *chuckles and settles down to enjoy the rest of the cherries, and to watch the goings on in the tavern*

Wheeljill: *chases her husband around with a string of fish shaped candies till the cheer gets to her and she winds up conked out on the rest of Kia and Perceptor's table beside him*

Heatwave: *meanwhile, is listening to the sounds of the tavern celebrating Christmas. Will frown blearily at the blonde woman currently using him as a pillow until he conks out and sleeps*

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