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dens_tf_den2013-04-07 01:22 pm
dens_extra_pups) wrote in dens_tf_den2013-04-07 01:22 pm
Backwater Nexus. Various Locations. Exiles
((OOC warning: There are mentions of gory zombie stuffs later in this log.))
stranger: *moves slowly as he comes into the place where the pale blue person lives, feeling a vague happiness that the door was open again. Stands and dimly watches the person lay there, and then sets down the big soft thing that he took from the place with many big soft things. Watches the person a bit more, and then turns and walks slowly out of the place and away*
Showtime: *having fitful dreams mixed with fragmented memories of places and people she feels she ought to remember. Sits up with a soft cry as the dreams turn to images that terrify the damaged femme*
Prowl: *sitting up on his futon, will move to make sure Showtime isn't hurt before quietly reassuring her that she's safe*
Showtime: *hides her face on the soft, red and blue fleece rag bunny that someone left in Prowl's home around Easter time, doorwings buzzing softly*
Prowl: *gentle reassurances* *raised brow ridge as he notices something that wasn't in the room before*
Vneaht: *wanders in, blinking and talking sleepily*
Prowl: Hello, Vneaht.
Showtime: *peeks, very slight frown as she sees the doll that looks more like her husband*
Vneaht: *also just saw the Oppy doll* *quizzical chirp*
Prowl: *quietly* That wasn't here before.
Showtime: *watching the doll now. Watch the doll*
Vneaht: *looks around, and then sniffsniffs the floor* *puzzled tail quirk*
Prowl: Is something wrong?
Vneaht: *shakes his head, but still has the appearance of a puzzled and thoughtful frown*
Prowl: Do you know who brought the doll here? It's not one of Den's designs. *can see that clearly. For one, it's not a bunny*
Vneaht: *looks up, then looks at the eight foot tall bunny and shakes his head* *that's not a dolly made by Den either*
Prowl: *soft 'hmm', and a slight frown. Will see if he can detect any trace of who might have brought the doll here*
Vneaht: *tip toes over and sniffsniffs the broadcloth Oppy dolly, then sits down and cocks his head*
Prowl: *attention going to Showtime when she speaks*
Showtime: *quietly* Optimus? *very soft clicks and a wibble*
Vneaht: *activates his word balloon collar* "Rag bunny is from Zoe's factory. Oppy dolly is from the Mall."
Prowl: *small nod* *will gently patpat Showtime's hand* *gently* We'll find him, Showtime.
Showtime: *more wibble and clicks. Being separated from the familiarity of the plant has rattled her badly, as has the sudden absence of Optimus*
Vneaht: "Can't sense person who was here. But can feel... lostness."
Prowl: *will move to pick up the teddy bear jointed Optimus doll, intending to give it to Showtime* An Exile, possibly?
Vneaht: *shakes his head* "Lostness." *makes a soft cry, but then gets up and comes over to offer Showtime loving and purring as he does every morning*
Showtime: *very soft clicks, will give gentle scritches, shying away from the new doll for a moment*
over behind the Black Dog
Aaron: *comes out to set down a bin of left over energon on the pile of other bins, where it will wait till it can be recycled. Stops short as she realizes that the bins have been disturbed, then whirls in a swirl of skirts and hurries inside* Tarantulus, someone's been digging through the scraps again.
Tarantulus: *frown* I'll see if I can track them down. *heads for the back*
Aaron: *follows timidly* It can't be the zombies. They don't use energon.
Tarantulus: No, they don't. It might be a Cybertronian, or someone who is trying to help an injured Cybertronian. *scanning the area, looking for footprints*
Aaron: *looks around uncertainly* It's paved here. Do you know anybody who can sniff? *can herself, but is too shy to try*
Tarantulus: I know of someone who might be able to help us, if his reality's opened to the Nexus again.
Aaron: *questioning look, her smaller arms curling close to her chest*
Tarantulus: He's an alternate of the Prowl who works at Den's factory.
Aaron: His reality closed, though? *not sure this will be a good option, then*
Tarantulus: It did, but there's always the possibility that it could have reopened recently. *though he's unsure if it has or not*
Pooka: What reopened? *looks up from where he's standing in the door, very carefully not going where Mama told him to stay out of*
Tarantulus: The reality that the furry alternate of Prowl lives in might have reopened.
Pooka: Oh. *looks around* Did he knock over the bins?
Tarantulus: *headshake* Someone else did, and we're trying to track them down.
Pooka: *automatically puts nose to the ground* *puzzled sound* I just smell you 'n Aunty Aaron.
Tarantulus: *bit of a frown as he thinks* *then* Well, we are the only ones who have been through the door lately, Pooka... Can you see if Nemesis will let you come over by the bins if Aaron and I are here, too?
Pooka: *looks over his shoulder* Mama says yes.
Tarantulus: *small nod* Alright. Stay close. *will protect the Maximal pup with his life*
Pooka: *scoots over, and then puts his nose down and walks in circles* *tail starts drooping puzzledly*
Tarantulus: No luck?
Pooka: I can smell who took the stuff. *looks up, ears flat* But it smells like you did it.
Tarantulus: ... So it's one of my alternates?
Pooka: *perk* OH!
Aaron: *hand to mouth to hold in a very small laugh at the pup's surprise*
Tarantulus: Can you tell which way he or she went?
Pooka: *sniffs again, and then expands his circles. Pauses to eat a bit of cookie off the ground, and then heads off toward the far side of the safe house* Think so...
Tarantulus: *moves to follow, looking around and scanning as well as he can in the meantime*
Pooka: *sniffs the corner of the safe house* He leaned here, I think. But I'm too short to really tell.
Tarantulus: *slight frown, quick check for energon puddles* Do you think he's hurt?
Pooka: I don't smell any leaks. But he sure isn't walkin' straight. *looks alertly toward the trees on the far side of the field from the safe house*
Tarantulus: *more frown, will move in the direction Pooka's looking* I wonder if we shouldn't call Rhinox... Or maybe Hormah or a Ratchet.
Pooka: *sniffing again* Dunno.
Tarantulus: I'll call one of them when we find our bot.
Pooka: Okay! *looks over his shoulder* Aunty Aaron didn' come?
Tarantulus: *headshake* She doesn't like walking in the dirt and grass.
Pooka: *expression says that this Does Not Compute for the puppy* *and then he meeps as a furry little cannonball attacks his leg* Lumen!
mLumen: *is a happy wiggle. Found you, Pooka!*
Tarantulus: *trying very hard not to laugh*
Pooka: We're lookin' for a lost Oppy that stole some of the recycle stuff. *shakes his leg*
mLumen: *headtilty* Issa bad Oppy? *worried pup is worried, lets go of Pooka's leg*
Pooka: *pauses. Looks up at Tarantulus, feeling a bit spooked*
Tarantulus: *gently* I don't think so. I think he's just trying to survive and doesn't know better.
Pooka: *relaxes* Unca Tarantulus doesn't think so. *slarps small friend, and then puts his nose to the ground again*
mLumen: *headtilty, will do like Pooka* *sniffasniff* *sneeze*
Pooka: Don't blow dirt on it! *sneeze* Oops.
mLumen: *more sneeze*
Pooka: Come on away from this mole hill. *sneeze*
mLumen: *scoots closer to Tarantulus* *one last squeaky sneeze*
Pooka: *trots back and forth till he finds the scent again, and then once more heads toward the trees. The trail he's following seems to meander a lot*
mLumen: *sticking close to Tarantulus and Pooka* *knows not that the pretty collar Mama gave him has a tracker in it, and that mEclipse is having him field test it for her, just knows Mama gave him a pretty*
Tarantulus: *keeping on alert*
Pooka: *sniff sniff sniff. And then he's suddenly belly to the ground and looking toward the trees with wide eyes and flat ears*
Tarantulus: *on higher alert now, even as mLumen lets out a soft, itty bitty growl of surprise*
Pooka: I saw a zombie walking in the trees! But it was big like a bot! *whimper*
Tarantulus: *quietly* Zombies don't use energon. *gets his spare PINpoint out* Take Lumen back to the Black Dog, and let Rhinox know that there might be an injured bot incoming.
mLumen: *ears down, soft whine, scoots closer to Pooka*
Pooka: All by ourselves? *looks from the trees to the buildings and hesitates*
Tarantulus: *offers the PINpoint* Here. Use this to go back.
Pooka: *transforms and takes it* It's set? I just needta press the button?
Tarantulus: *nods* The only coordinates I put on there when I got it are for the bar area of the Black Dog.
Pooka: *intakes deeply* Okay, Lumen. Hold on.
mLumen: *will transform and cling*
Pooka: *gone in a flash and a swish*
Rhinox: *appears at about the same moment, one brawny arm around their local Dinobot's feathery neck*
fDinobot: *is sniffing the air and growling very softly* *doesn't like the idea of zombies*
Tarantulus: *quietly* I think it's an alt of mine, Rhinox.
Rhinox: *optics slightly squinted as he absently listens to things the others won't hear* It was, anyway.
Tarantulus: ... Was? *frowning muchly*
fDinobot: *found the scent, is bristling just a bit now*
Rhinox: I'm not sensing any awareness. Primus is pretty upset. *frowns deeply and looks toward the trees* And I sense pain.
fDinobot: *low hiss. Is waiting for the order to advance*
Tarantulus: *more frown, hand edging toward the handle of his ax* So what are our options then?
Rhinox: It's not hostile right now. *starts walking*
Tarantulus: *small nod, will follow*
fDinobot: *doing likewise, but still slightly featherpoofed*
Rhinox: *wading through the neglected grass as it gets tall* There's his trail.
Tarantulus: *nod* I see where the grass is crushed. *also saw that footprint in a very big ant hill, and can see where the bot meandered all over the field* *quietly* One leg was dragging.
fDinobot: *checking the air for any hint of additional zombies*
Rhinox: *nods, his frown deepening. Then pauses and looks up* He saw us.
Tarantulus: ...
fDinobot: *more featherpoof now*
Rhinox: He's trying to get away.
Tarantulus: That doesn't seem hostile to me... *frown*
fDinobot: *very soft growl* Then, perhapsss... There iss hope for him.
Rhinox: *just grunts and breaks into a jog toward the trees*
Tarantulus: *quickens his pace*
fDinobot: *head down as he moves to follow*
Rhinox: *pauses and crouches as something crashes inside the woods just as he reaches the edge of the treed area* *optics narrowed as he once again listens*
Tarantulus: *starting to get a bad feeling about this situation*
fDinobot: *sniffing the air again, eyes narrowed*
Rhinox: *and then he's breaking into a run* If he keeps thrashing like that he'll damage something!
Tarantulus: *hurries after Rhinox, with fDinobot a quietly growling shadow*
Rhinox: *has thrown himself onto the rusted and badly faded form of a tfantech Optimus and is trying to pin the mech down as he thrashes helplessly on his back*
Optimus: *is missing an arm at the elbow, and one leg is visibly bent. His face isn't visible yet due to the underbrush he's tangled in, but his motions are slow and uncoordinated. He's also totally silent other than the sound of his struggle*
Tarantulus: *moving to help restrain his alternate, wondering silently what happened to the mech*
fDinobot: *warily circling around to the other side, will jump in if necessary* *zombies give him the heebie-jeebies*
Rhinox: Dinobot, transform and get his legs!
fDinobot: *will do so, putting all his weight on the larger mech's legs* *very soft, displeased growl*
Optimus: *Tarantulus will be able to see his face now... and probably wish not to. Only one optic is left, and it is a cracked and leaking ruin. His face is a rusty, washed out grey, and his jaw is obviously broken. Expression is one of dim confusion and very slight distress*
Tarantulus: *slight intake hitch, feels like he just got a sucker punch to the tank*
Rhinox: Tarantulus, grab him!
Tarantulus: *doing so, and hoping he doesn't knock anything else loose* I've got him.
Rhinox: *out with the sedation gun, and in a few moments the poor wreck's stopped moving* *stands slowly, scanning* I'm not picking up anything contagious. This looks like it's all from friction and trauma.
Tarantulus: Any idea what reality he's from?
Rhinox: I know exactly what reality he's from. I've put him together before.
Tarantulus: ... *frown* What do you think happened to him?
Rhinox: *grimly* Looks like a reality might have ended. Badly.
Tarantulus: *wince*
fDinobot: *low hiss*
Rhinox: *and then sighs and opens the mech's chest* Thought so.
Tarantulus: *if it were possible, he'd be a bit pale now*
fDinobot: *frowning* Yet he still functions...
Rhinox: That's because his spark was extinguished while he was saving his mate, and what's left of him can't leave her all alone. *wearily rubs his face*
Tarantulus: ... Who's his mate?
Rhinox: She's that Showtime Prowl's taken in. Let's get this to the Sanctuary.
Tarantulus: ... *quiet now, nods*
fDinobot: *bows his head for a moment and prays*
Rhinox: *gruff hand on the feathered mech's shoulder*
fDinobot: *very small nod. He's ready*
Rhinox: Tarantulus?
Tarantulus: *quietly* Let's go.
Rhinox: *nods and brings the damaged mech away*
back at the Black Dog
lunch crowd: *swarming the place, sharing tables, talking, laughing, cussing, and burping*
Prowl: *gently coaxing Showtime towards the door, is hoping that Rhinox is working today. Wants to talk to the Maximal and see if he can suggest anything that might help the femme*
Showtime: *holding both of her plushies -bunny and Oppy doll- close and clicking softly to them*
human woman: *wearing a 'fantasy' outfit and is giving tDesinex a dirty look as that small femme bars her entry* What do you mean I can't come in?
tDesinex: You're not wearing enough to cover your aft.
human woman: It's a loincloth! It's what we wear in my reality.
tDesinex: Not the part you're from, it's not. *will get one of the tabards out of the box she has for situations like this*
woman: What? It is too! *scowling* What's that?
tDesinex: Your accent's American. And this is something to wear that won't violate the decency laws.
woman: Listen. I'm legal on every beach on Earth except the nudist ones. So you can't tell me I have to wear this sack just to come in here.
tDesinex: Then you're not coming in. *scowl*
woman: Didn't you hear what I said?
man behind her: Lady, this ain't Earth. They make their own rules here. Like it or lump it.
woman: Mind your own business.
man: It's my business when your fat rear's keeping me from getting my noon meal. *scowl*
woman: Fat??
tDesinex: *trying so hard not to snicker* *settles for a wicked smirk*
other woman: Yup.
woman: *cusses* I don't have to put up with this. *shoves out of the line and stomps off, wobbling in her stiletto knee boots*
tDesinex: *calmly puts the tabard back in the box, and adds the scantily clad woman's image to her roster of people who might not be allowed in if they ever visit again*
man: *reaches for the tabard box and looks at what he takes out, then pulls it over his broad shouldered form to cover the attire of a Crimean Barbarian*
tDesinex: Hey, Conan. *smile*
Conan: *wide grin* Hey. *glances at his wife, who is grinning and looking the other direction* Nobody's watching. How about a kiss?
tDesinex: *amused snerk* Same answer as last time, pal. I'm an honest femme now.
Conan: Hey, it's only a kiss. *laughs and offers his wife one of the wrap skirts from the box, since her top is nicely covered*
wife: *grins as she puts the skirt on* If this didn't interfere with movement I'd just get one for myself.
tDesinex: *cheerful razz for Conan* *to Conan's wife* You could always have one for down time. *slight shrug*
wife: *starts to say something about preferring skyclad for downtime, but then stops herself* It wouldn't fit my downtime.
Conan: *whistling and looking the other direction. Also trying not to grin*
tDesinex: ... *facepalm* *snickerfit*
Conan: We should quit holding up the line. I can hear beer and meat calling my name. Ooooo... *watches an elven slave girl go past, his grin saying he's enjoying the pretty, but harbouring no gross thoughts*
wife: *snerk*
tDesinex: Gowan, git. *chuckles*
Conan: *is shoved inside by his tall blonde lady* Ahhhh! Watch out, woman! *laughter*
tDesinex: *snickerfit* I love that derp. *turns her attention to the rest of the line*
Prowl: *moving to approach the bouncer for the organic beings* Hello, Desinex. Is Rhinox working today?
tDesinex: Haven't seen him since this morning. *shrug* Sorry, Prowl.
Showtime: *starting to hide against her plushies even more now, feeling very overwhelmed*
Mal: *sitting on hubby's shoulders in her poofy dress* You guys need a seat?
Prowl: *nod* Preferably in a quieter section. *will make sure Showtime doesn't get lost*
DivaShot: *considering the options available for seating, slight frown as he notices how Showtime is hiding*
Mal: *looks around, and then comms Nemesis* Private room it is. This way. *steers husband, her arms absently sneaking down so that she can cuddle with her chin on his head*
DivaShot: *will lead the way then. And will rumble quietly*
Mal: *rubs his chin as she snuggles*
Prowl: *gently guides Showtime after the pink DivaCon*
private room: *cozy, quiet. Usually reserved for special anniversary dinners and such*
Prowl: *will help Showtime sit down* *to Mal and DivaShot* Thank you.
Showtime: *not very interested in her surroundings at the moment* *very soft clicks*
DivaShot: *just a bit distracted by how weird this Showtime is acting*
Mal: *frowning slightly* Menu's in the centre of the table, just press the button. ...Is she alright?
Prowl: *quietly* Her processor is damaged.
Mal: *winces* What by?
Prowl: A virus. It wiped most of her memory and personality files.
DivaShot: *wince wince wince*
Mal: *small face takes on a thoughtful frown* You sure it did?
Prowl: *small nod* From what I learned from Master Yoketron, yes.
Showtime: *cuddling her dolls close* Optimus...
Mal: *slight lean toward the femme* Lemme touch her, 'Shot.
DivaShot: *will do so, making sure Mal won't fall*
Showtime: *doesn't notice Mal or DivaShot*
Prowl: *quietly* Don't frighten her.
Mal: Don't sweat it. *touches Showtime's leg*
Showtime: *soft sound at the touch to her leg. That's not where most people try to touch her, so it's caught her attention*
Mal: *grins up at her*
Showtime: *blinks a bit, brow ridges moving slightly as she notices the PINK*
DivaShot: *gentle clicks* Easy... *thinks he might have spooked the blue femme*
Showtime: *softly* Pink...
Mal: *snerks quietly, and then touches Showtime again to see what her virus has to say about any files that might be present, but have lost any means of accessing them*
Prowl: *very surprised. This is the first time since she arrived that Showtime has said anything other than 'Optimus'*
Showtime: *has access to bits and pieces of data, though it looks like some of the access points have closed off recently*
Mal: Well frag. There aren't any ghost files. *tells her virus to reconstruct what she can*
DivaShot: *gentle clicks, will show the damaged femme the menu after carefully setting Mal on Showtime's lap and climbing up to the table top*
Showtime: *distracted by the menu, though she'll still cuddle her dolls close*
Mal: *fiddling with a little tiny bright spot of light now*
Prowl: *raised brow ridge as he notices that. Recognizes a wish when he sees one*
Showtime: *distracted from the menu* Shiny...
Mal: Yup. *looks up and grins* Do you want to be better?
Showtime: *quiet as she tries to make sense of the question. Finally gets 'you' and 'better'. Nod*
Mal: Okay, here's trying. *pat pats her awkwardly, and then holds up the wish* I wish Showtime had all the files she's supposed to right now, and that they all worked the way they're supposed to work right now.
Showtime: *startled sound as she's surrounded by red and blue sparkles*
Prowl: *praying silently*
Showtime: *once the sparkles fade, she's wincing and giving herself a bit of a shake* Ugh... Dizzy.
Mal: Yeah? Bad dizzy? Do I gotta bail before you lose it?
Showtime: *careful headshake* Dizzy like low fuel dizzy mixed with getting hit upside the head.
Prowl: *boggling now. Hadn't expected the wish to work*
Mal: *stares, and then flails* Um... I just infected you with a headspazz.
Showtime: ... That 'splains the singing. *bit of a frown*
Mal: Hey, some people even try to buy those things.
Showtime's headSpazz: *thinks those people are nuts, and says so!*
Showtime: ... People are strange. *turns her attention to the menu. Slight frown* Stuff's different than last time?
Mal: You were here before? *perk* Probably, if it's been awhile. *scrambles up onto the table and goes to her husband*
DivaShot: *will snag a wife and explain some of the things on the menu when Showtime touches the screen and calls up the items in question*
Prowl: *silent as he thanks Primus and the Greatest Creator*
Mal: *as the botbeer comes up* An Oppy favourite.
Showtime: *intakes hitch as she remembers flashes of light and feelings of sheer terror. Moves to get up* I have to find Optimus. *doorwings starting to buzz with distress*
Showtime's headSpazz: -Hey, chick, circulate deeply!-
Mal: *meeps and puts her hands over her mouth* We can find you someone to help you look for him after you eat. But if you don't eat he'll probably get fragged off.
Showtime: *small tense headshake* He'll worry about me. Gotta let him know 'm safe.
Mal: No. You eat. Or he'll flip. I slag you not. I know Ops!
DivaShot: *nod nod of agreement* He'd worry more if you didn't fuel.
Showtime: *wibble*
Showtime's headSpazz: -You gotta keep your strength up, so you can find him 'n scold him for making ya worry.-
Mal: How about some nice meganoodles in white sauce?
Showtime: ... Meganoodles? *brow ridges up*
Mal: *runs over to tap the menu and show picture of the huge, hollow, rather squid body shaped dumplings*
Showtime: *curious now*
Prowl: They're good in white sauce.
Showtime: *looks up at that*
Mal: And we can get you a fork, so they don't get away from you.
DivaShot: Would you like gummi ham filling for the noodles, or gummi ham balls in the sauce?
Showtime: Filling, please... *small nod, has a slight frown on her face as she watches Prowl for a few moments* *then* I know you. You're not the one who went away though. He went to the AllSpark.
Mal: *soft snort as she climbs her husband in a rustle of petticoats* That doesn't mean anything, around here.
Prowl: *gently* You and I are from the same reality, Showtime.
Showtime: *pondering this now, as well as Mal's words*
Mal: *will now hug Scattershot, because she just saw him wibble over lost friends finding each other*
Showtime: *quietly* Everyone else is okay, right?
Prowl: *looking down at his hands now* I'm not certain... You and Bumblebee are the only other living people from our reality that I've encountered since my arrival in the Nexus.
Mal: -C'mon, George. Let's go put their order in. We know what Prowl goes for.-
DivaShot: *small nod, will quietly head out to give the order to Hrafni*
some time later, at the Sanctuary of Primus
Tarantulus: *got pounced by Oppy and Mira, who decided it was naptime. Totally pwned by sleeping baby magic despite himself*
Rhinox: *got chased out of the operating room by Hormah when they first arrived, is now over in one of the niches along the far wall, talking with Primus and praying to God*
Ravage: *sitting and scowling as he too prays*
fDinobot: *sitting next to Tarantulus and the children. Is in root mode and quietly meditating*
Bbbrl: *little fidget and whimper in his sleep, hugs his clockwork mousie close*
Tarantulus: *awake and checking over the children*
Mira: *soft clicks, snuggabubby*
Bbbrl: *opens those big eyes and looks toward the hall* Mama 'n Unca Wake aren't happy.
Tarantulus: *quietly* All we can do is wait, and pray... *not happy about that, but knows he'd just be in the way*
Oppy: *snuggles Tarantulus-bubby and teddybear cuddles Mira*
Bbbrl: *quietly* Mousie's worried. He wants the Greatest Creator to fix the hurt Oppy.
Tarantulus: *careful hand on Bbbrl's back* *softly* He's not the only one.
Bbbrl: *looks at his Oppy brother, and then kisses him on the nose* Shhh.
Oppy: *soft click, will reach to pull Bbbrl-bubby closer for snuggles, too*
Rhinox: *quiet sound of protest from his niche*
Tarantulus: *attention going to Rhinox* *quietly* Rhinox?
Rhinox: *the slight hunching of one shoulder indicates that he wants to be left alone to continue his communing and pleading*
Tarantulus: *small nod, glances toward fDinobot, slight smile as he realizes what the feathery Maximal is up to*
fDinobot: *head bowed, is silently praying*
Bbbrl: *and then he's perking as he hears a door open down the hall, and then his mother's footsteps approaching slowly*
Oppy: *sleepy peek, and a questioning click*
Tarantulus: *makes sure he's got the littles held safely, will move to sit up*
fDinobot: *lifts his head to see what news Hormah brings*
Hormah: *sees the quizzical faces and sighs, then goes over to hunker down and poke Rhinox* Ye after hearin' what I's hearin', Vern?
Rhinox: *heavy sadness and displeasure in his deep voice. Quietly* He's dead.
Hormah: *bows her head and rubs her face* Aye...
Tarantulus: *very soft sigh, will bow his head*
fDinobot: *quietly* I will check on Showtime.
Rhinox: But Primus doesn't have his spark.
Tarantulus: *head snaps back up* What?!
fDinobot: ... *frowning muchly now*
Oppy: *wibble, hides against Sissy and Bubbies*
Bbbrl: *wibbling too, and cuddling, his big ears flat against his head*
Hormah: *looks over toward Tarantulus* *tiredly* Primus don't got 'is spark. T'ough even if 'e were after havin' it, t'at shell ain't in no shape t' be holdin' life.
Tarantulus: ... Any idea where his spark is?
Hormah: *slight Look for asking a question she thinks is dumb* Nope.
Bbbrl: Wish him better, Momma.
Mira: *gonna snuggle Bbbrl and click softly. Doesn't like all the sad in the room*
Oppy: *so much wibble on his face*
fDinobot: *wondering to himself if a wish would even help in this situation*
Tarantulus: *trying to think of ways to help, either by looking for his alternate's spark, or by getting the poor guy a new shell so there's something for him to return to*
Hormah: *gently* Wishin' ain't gonna work, me son. T'ere's somet'in' affectin' 'im t'at blocks Fae power. I knows, I tried.
Bbbrl: *soft whine* But how about a new body?
Hormah: *shakes her head* Not enough 'o 'im t'ere t' transfer. *lowers her head to scowl and think*
Tarantulus: ... *blinks as something occurs to him* What about helping his mate? *remembers what Rhinox said earlier*
Hormah: *looks up* Whad'ye mean, b'y?
Tarantulus: His shell still functioned because he was trying to save his mate. She might still need help, even with Prowl watching over her.
fDinobot: *quietly* If he knew she wasss sssafe...
Hormah: *presses her lips together, her optics dimming as she once more talks to her creator and pleads with his creator to show her what to do*
fDinobot: *will bow his head once more*
Tarantulus: *hoping something can be done*
Hormah: *and then she's rising to her feet and heading back into the room, muttering and beeping*
Rhinox: *lifts his head and looks after her with slight alarm*
fDinobot: ... *raised brow ridge*
WakeJumper: *startled sound as he's shoved out of the room*
Tarantulus: ...
Mira: *blink blink, chirp?*
door: *bangs in WJ's face*
WakeJumper: ... What the heck just happened? *so confused. One moment, he was scanning the patient, the next, he was out in the hall with the door banged in his face*
Rhinox: *hurrying over* She can't be thinking...
WakeJumper: ... *going to see if the door's locked or not, has a bad feeling*
Rhinox: *as the door fails to open* *sharp and demanding* Were the couches in there?
WakeJumper: *cuss* Smallfoot was.
Rhinox: Slag! *thuds shoulder against door* Hormah, hold up!
WakeJumper: *going to see if he can help get the door open*
Hormah: *from inside, sounding absent* Bite me, b'y.
WakeJumper: Not a chance. *will try hitting the door with his shoulder now*
Bbbrl: *eyes wide as the two stocky bots repeatedly bounce off the door* I'm scared!
Oppy: *gonna cling and hide*
Mira: *ditto!*
Tarantulus: *will try and distract the littles... By making fDinobot feather poof*
fDinobot: *growls at Tarantulus and tries to smooth his feathers down*
Hormah: *appears via PINpoint in the main room, something cradled in her hands in a bundle of blankets as Smallfoot presses close to her and shivers*
Smallfoot: *looking back toward the door, plainly scared out of her wits by the thudding*
Tarantulus: *surprised* What did you do?
Rhinox: *stops so fast that he stumbles to a hand and one knee. Turns to look toward the main room*
Hormah: *quietly* I saved 'im. He's alive now.
Rhinox: A human will be crippled by those injuries!
WakeJumper: *hurrying over, scanners going*
Optimus: *is indeed now a human being. A badly injured and comatose one hooked to a portable life support pallet, but a living one*
Hormah: *stink eye for WakeJumper*
WakeJumper: *says something he learned from Ironhide. It's in Thetacon, and it's not polite*
Hormah: *voice holding just the edge of static* He's alive.
Tarantulus: *ducks his head and gives a silent thanks*
fDinobot: Sshall I check on Showtime then?
Rhinox: *grim anger in every line of his sturdy body as he comes walking out and looks up at Hormah*
Hormah: *deedles at him vehemently* Ye t'inks I could 'o done t'is if I weren't allowed? 'Round 'ere?
Rhinox: *face in hands*
Mira: *peeek, clickstorm*
Bbbrl: *ears back as he frowns* Unca Wake? Why're you mad?
WakeJumper: *quietly* I'm not mad... I'm just very surprised.
Bbbrl: Howcome? *one arm around Mousie, one arm around Sissy*
WakeJumper: *being honest* I didn't know there was a way to turn bots into humans.
Bbbrl: ...There's lots.
Hormah: *looks at fDinobot* Get 'er. She's to the 'Dog.
fDinobot: *nods and PINpoints to the Black Dog*
Hormah: *walks over and sits with her back to the wall, then deedles softly to Smallfoot and Ravage as they come to sit beside her* *to Rhinox then* Aye, I's after realizin' the risk I took. So git t'at stick outta where it don't belong.
Rhinox: *growls and turns his back, still clearly shaken by what happened*
Mira: *little wiggles, wants down, Unca*
Tarantulus: *blinks a bit and then carefully sets the little femme down, watching as she scoots over to Hormah*
Bbbrl: *follows with a surefooted bound in no way hindered by his little footie outfit*
Oppy: *follows, clickstorming softly*
Tarantulus: *quietly* Will he be alright?
Hormah: *deedles softly to her babies, and then grunts softly as her orange pet raptor comes and flops against her other side* The Lard knows, b'y.
Tarantulus: *very small nod, will move to sit next to Rhinox*
Rhinox: *looks at him, and then sighs and flops down on the floor himself. Buries face in arms and starts praying and talking again*
Tarantulus: *still not sure about the whole praying thing, but he'll give it a try*
fDinobot: *back, with Prowl and a very groggy-looking Showtime*
Hormah: *looks up and deedles*
Binky: *lifts his head and hisses softly to fDinobot* *knows his fellow raptor, even in that funny shape*
fDinobot: *soft hiss back*
Prowl: *supporting Showtime*
Showtime: *holding her plushies close again, and making sleepy clicks as she tries to stay awake*
fDinobot: *very surprised by what he found out when he went to get Showtime*
Prowl: *wondering why fDinobot insisted that Showtime be brought to the Sanctuary, even as he nods a polite greeting to Rhinox*
Hormah: *quietly, sounding tired* Ye after lookin' fer somebody, Showtime?
Showtime: *quietly* Looking for Optimus... Worried 'bout him.
Hormah: *softly* 'E was worried 'bout ye too, b'y. *looks down at the bundle in her arms*
Showtime: *quietly* You found him?
Hormah: *presses lips together again* *voice gentle* What was left 'o 'im, Rhinox 'n Tarantulus was after findin'.
Showtime: ... *doorwings down as she tries to make sense of that statement*
Prowl: ... *very slight frown*
Hormah: *shifts and looks up* 'E's a fright. But ye wanna see 'im?
Showtime: *nod*
Hormah: *crooks a finger to tell her to come closer, then gently moves the blankets away from Optimus' blind and bandaged face*
Showtime: *manages to make her way over with minimal wobbling. Very soft clicks as she gently smoothes Optimus' hair with one finger* *quietly* He was trying to save me...
Hormah: *still gentle* Aye, 'n 'e kept tryin', even wit'out 'is spark.
Showtime: *very slight wibble, will move to sit down. Wants to hold husband*
Hormah: *this is why she used the pallet. Gently elbows Binky aside so that Show can sit next to her with back to the wall*
Showtime: *will sit down, doing her best to resist the urge to just reach over and grab her husband*
Hormah: Make yer arms right. *turning and gently shifting Optimus from her arms to her hands in preparation of handing him over*
Showtime: *will do so, after tucking her dolls in next to her*
Hormah: *gives the pallet and its contents, quietly explaining in simple language how it works and why it or Optimus' blankets shouldn't be poked* *softly* 'E's missin' some parts ot'er 'n jes' 'is eyes.
Showtime: *slight wibble and a small nod* *quietly* Is there any way I can help him?
Hormah: *quiet too* He kin still hear ye. 'Is mind's some broken, 'n 'e's missin' an arm 'n gotta leg so busted it might not be salvageable, but 'e kin hear.
Showtime: *very small nod. Quiet for a few moments, and then a soft piano piece is coming from her speakers*
Optimus: *heart rate going peaceful*
Showtime: *will sit and hold Optimus' pallet, even as her head and doorwings start to droop*
Hormah: *looks up* Wake, kin ye carry 'er down t' the second door on the left?
WakeJumper: *nods and moves to carefully lift Showtime and Optimus*
Prowl: *moves to pick up the dolls*
Showtime: *very slight start, will move to protect Optimus*
WakeJumper: *soothingly* Everything's alright... I'm just bringing you and Optimus someplace quiet to rest.
Showtime: *circulates for a few moments before nodding*
Hormah: *watches them go, and then looks at Rhinox, Prowl, Tarantulus, and fDinobot*
fDinobot: *quietly* I ssusspect a wish was used...
Hormah: T' change 'im? Nah, b'y. 'E's still tainted wit' whatever blocks Fae stuff.
fDinobot: I wass referring to Showtime.
Hormah: *startles and looks toward the hall, her eyes wide* Huh?
Prowl: *nods* *quietly* Malware used a wish to restore Showtime's files.
Tarantulus: ...
fDinobot: *amused snerk*
Hormah: *shakes head and deedles softly under her breath* She was after hackin' Show's processor?
Prowl: *nod* She was able to repair some of the damage.
Hormah: Afore 'r after the wish?
Prowl: Before.
Hormah: *pleased quiet deedling*
Prowl: *puzzled expression is a go*
Bbbrl: So she's all fixed now? *hopeful ear perk*
Prowl: It would appear so, yes... *though he's got his suspicions that there is still some damage that Showtime's headSpazz and the wish weren't able to fix*
Bbbrl: *quietly* Good. I'm glad. Mrrp.
Hormah: *intakes deeply* Wake, ye gonna fix t'at door now? Won't open till ye beats out t'em dents.
WakeJumper: *can be heard grumping about that*
Rhinox: *shoves himself to his feet and heads for the hall* I'll help.
Tarantulus: I'll help, too. *moves to follow Rhinox*
Hormah: Good b'y. *yawns and deedles, then looks at her kids, her minion, and her pet* T'inks I'll jes' nap here, I does.
Prowl: *quietly excuses himself, will bring Showtime's dolls down the hall*
Mira: *snuggaMama*
Oppy: *cuddle*
Bbbrl: *big purrings as he hugs Mousie*
Hormah: *smiles at Oppy and Mira* Ye after wantin' t' run 'n gitcher babies?
Oppy: *nod nod, will scoot to get his snuggle friend*
Mira: *will scoot after Oppy to retrieve the rag Seekerbunny she's named "Bob"*
Smallfoot: *carefully onto her feet, and then goes and gets the doll that Pi just bought for her*
Binky: *bounces over and gets his old chewed on tire*
fDinobot: *soft, amused chuckle, will move to wait for Rhinox and Tarantulus, even as he silently thanks Primus and the Greatest Creator*
Binky: *will stop to show fDinobot his baby*
fDinobot: *nods his approval. Is glad Binky has a baby*
Binky: *headbutts him happily, and then goes to lay down by Momma*
Smallfoot: *clicking softly to her dolly as she comes back. Dolly is a human size body pillow with an adorable sleepy eyed Optimus Prime printed on the case*
fDinobot: *so amused at Smallfoot's baby's expression*
Hormah: *looks up* What're ye smirkin' at, b'y?
fDinobot: Smallfoot's baby is in need of a nap.
Hormah: *looks and chuckles, her optics showing their usual twinkle* Aye. She's some fond 'o 'im. *thoughtful expression, and then pulls a second body pillow case out of her pocket. Shows fDinobot the lazily smirking Knockout on it* Ye t'inks t'at dere itty bitty Kriti'd like t'is?
fDinobot: *snerk* He has... character, like many of her babiess.
Hormah: *smirk* He's some smarmy. But tis kinda charmin'.
fDinobot: *nod* I believe he would fit in with the rest of Kriti's family.
Hormah: Alright, t'en. *hands the case over* Ye kin git the pillows to Fanny's bed shop.
fDinobot: *nods and PINpoints to the Mall*
Smallfoot: *startles and looks a bit scared*
Hormah: *pat pats her hand and deedles to her softly, then listens for the return of Mira and Oppy*
Oppy: *clickstorming as he and Mira return with their respective babies*
Hormah: *hand out toward Oppy's baby, which is a big silk scarf with a ball of yarn in it. Wants to make sure the elastic around the neck is still holding* Kin I see?
Oppy: *nods and offers his baby to Mama*
Hormah: *scans the elastic and nods as she offers the doll back* Might haveta give 'm a bow tie one 'o t'ese days.
Oppy: *considering look as he reaches for his baby*
Hormah: Ye knows how elastics kin break down. *offers snuggles to the two bitties in her arms next to Bbbrl, who has already conked out*
Oppy: *nods and snuggles*
Mira: *clicking softly to Bob-Bunny, will snuggle and purr*
Hormah: *listens to the feelings of her guests*
Rhinox: *grim, confused, worried, and rather withdrawn as he helps WakeJumper on the door*
Tarantulus: *worried for both his alternate and his alternate's wife*
Prowl: *concerned about Optimus, but glad that Showtime's mostly repaired*
WakeJumper: *trying to talk Showtime into laying down and resting, which isn't easy when one's also trying to pound dents out of a door*
Showtime: *stubbornly trying to stay awake*
Hormah: *gets on the comm* //Showtime?//
Showtime: *sounds a bit startled* //Yes?//
Hormah: //Go ta sleep!// *pure mother in her voice*
Showtime: *reluctantly* //Want to make sure Optimus is comfortable...//
Hormah: //I's got a tranq gun 'n I knows how t' use it.//
Showtime: *meeps*
Hormah: //Ye needs a blanket?//
Showtime: //Please.//
Hormah: *calls* Wake, grab one 'o t'em big fuzzy blankets, would ye? Show wants covers.
WakeJumper: Alright, Hormah. *will move to get one of the huge felted mammoth wool blankets*
Showtime: *quietly thanks WakeJumper, will make sure Optimus' pallet is where she can see it as she lays on her side and covers herself with the blanket*
Hormah: *gentle again* //Now sleep, b'y.//
Showtime: //Alright...// *is soon in stasis-rest as her processor sorts out the large chunk of data she received earlier in the day*
Hormah: *sighs and leans back against the wall, feeling tired from the decisions that she had to make today. Quiet and fervent deedlebeeping as she absently watches Ravage head off down the hall*
Oppy: *sleepy little yawn, joins Bbbrl in sleeptime*
Hormah: *quiet grin, and then shutters her optics and has some downtime herself*
that evening, at the Black Dog
Rhinox: *working again, his visor in place on his head*
fDinobot: *back, and looks far too amused*
tKriti: Feather duster's back. *would be smirking if she wasn't in alt mode*
Rhinox: *looks over* He's feeling pretty pleased with himself.
tKriti: That could be trouble... Could also be a lot of fun. *has NO right to sound that mischevious*
Rhinox: *grunts and turns toward a call for a drink* So go find out.
tKriti: *transforms and moves to climb down*
Rhinox: *stops so she doesn't have to scramble her dismount*
tKriti: *will soon be pestering fDinobot to see what the big saurian has*
fDinobot: *rumble of amusement as he moves to bring the big pillow, plus its smarmy pillowcase, from behind his back*
tKriti: ... What the heck?
Vi: *glances over* *wolf whistle*
fDinobot: *teasingly as he offers the tiny femme the pillow* Do you believe you can... Keep him in line?
tKriti: *headtilting* Who is this? *not that that stops her from reaching for the offered pillow*
Showtime: *overheard the question* That would be Knockout. I met one who was arguing with Terrorsaur over who was shinier. And then the derp tried to turn the charm on me. *small headshake* Vain git.
tKriti: ... *SNERK* I think I can keep this loser's aft in line.
Galeas: *over to see what tKriti and his hero fDinobot are doing* Oh! Knockout!
tKriti: Yup. *grin*
Galeas: I'm on break, do you want to watch some shows with him in on my datapad? *hopeful grin*
tKriti: Sure. *will try and wrangle the pillow into submission*
Galeas: *offers to pick up both her and it*
tKriti: *glad for the help, says so*
Galeas: *happy grin, holds her and the pillow carefully. Then looks shyly up at fDinobot*
fDinobot: *so amused, will nod and make sure Galeas has a secure hold on the pillow and the tiny femme*
Galeas: *shy little smile and a bit of a blush*
fDinobot: *another nod, will go see if Nemesis needs him to hunt rats again*
Galeas: *looks down at tKriti, his optics shining* Where do you want to sit?
tKriti: Someplace quiet enough we can hear what's going on with the shows. *smile*
Galeas: *turns slowly* The far corner behind the tables, under the mountain?
tKriti: Sure. *more smile*
Galeas: *happily sets off, and gets there without even tripping on anything or anyone* *soon settled back in the quiet, dim corner with tKriti and her doll sitting beside him as he shows her the recorded adventures of the charming, vain, and snarky Decepticon repair bot*
tKriti: *soon engrossed in watching the show, and snuggling against Galeas* *will be busy here for awhile*
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stranger: *moves slowly as he comes into the place where the pale blue person lives, feeling a vague happiness that the door was open again. Stands and dimly watches the person lay there, and then sets down the big soft thing that he took from the place with many big soft things. Watches the person a bit more, and then turns and walks slowly out of the place and away*
Showtime: *having fitful dreams mixed with fragmented memories of places and people she feels she ought to remember. Sits up with a soft cry as the dreams turn to images that terrify the damaged femme*
Prowl: *sitting up on his futon, will move to make sure Showtime isn't hurt before quietly reassuring her that she's safe*
Showtime: *hides her face on the soft, red and blue fleece rag bunny that someone left in Prowl's home around Easter time, doorwings buzzing softly*
Prowl: *gentle reassurances* *raised brow ridge as he notices something that wasn't in the room before*
Vneaht: *wanders in, blinking and talking sleepily*
Prowl: Hello, Vneaht.
Showtime: *peeks, very slight frown as she sees the doll that looks more like her husband*
Vneaht: *also just saw the Oppy doll* *quizzical chirp*
Prowl: *quietly* That wasn't here before.
Showtime: *watching the doll now. Watch the doll*
Vneaht: *looks around, and then sniffsniffs the floor* *puzzled tail quirk*
Prowl: Is something wrong?
Vneaht: *shakes his head, but still has the appearance of a puzzled and thoughtful frown*
Prowl: Do you know who brought the doll here? It's not one of Den's designs. *can see that clearly. For one, it's not a bunny*
Vneaht: *looks up, then looks at the eight foot tall bunny and shakes his head* *that's not a dolly made by Den either*
Prowl: *soft 'hmm', and a slight frown. Will see if he can detect any trace of who might have brought the doll here*
Vneaht: *tip toes over and sniffsniffs the broadcloth Oppy dolly, then sits down and cocks his head*
Prowl: *attention going to Showtime when she speaks*
Showtime: *quietly* Optimus? *very soft clicks and a wibble*
Vneaht: *activates his word balloon collar* "Rag bunny is from Zoe's factory. Oppy dolly is from the Mall."
Prowl: *small nod* *will gently patpat Showtime's hand* *gently* We'll find him, Showtime.
Showtime: *more wibble and clicks. Being separated from the familiarity of the plant has rattled her badly, as has the sudden absence of Optimus*
Vneaht: "Can't sense person who was here. But can feel... lostness."
Prowl: *will move to pick up the teddy bear jointed Optimus doll, intending to give it to Showtime* An Exile, possibly?
Vneaht: *shakes his head* "Lostness." *makes a soft cry, but then gets up and comes over to offer Showtime loving and purring as he does every morning*
Showtime: *very soft clicks, will give gentle scritches, shying away from the new doll for a moment*
Aaron: *comes out to set down a bin of left over energon on the pile of other bins, where it will wait till it can be recycled. Stops short as she realizes that the bins have been disturbed, then whirls in a swirl of skirts and hurries inside* Tarantulus, someone's been digging through the scraps again.
Tarantulus: *frown* I'll see if I can track them down. *heads for the back*
Aaron: *follows timidly* It can't be the zombies. They don't use energon.
Tarantulus: No, they don't. It might be a Cybertronian, or someone who is trying to help an injured Cybertronian. *scanning the area, looking for footprints*
Aaron: *looks around uncertainly* It's paved here. Do you know anybody who can sniff? *can herself, but is too shy to try*
Tarantulus: I know of someone who might be able to help us, if his reality's opened to the Nexus again.
Aaron: *questioning look, her smaller arms curling close to her chest*
Tarantulus: He's an alternate of the Prowl who works at Den's factory.
Aaron: His reality closed, though? *not sure this will be a good option, then*
Tarantulus: It did, but there's always the possibility that it could have reopened recently. *though he's unsure if it has or not*
Pooka: What reopened? *looks up from where he's standing in the door, very carefully not going where Mama told him to stay out of*
Tarantulus: The reality that the furry alternate of Prowl lives in might have reopened.
Pooka: Oh. *looks around* Did he knock over the bins?
Tarantulus: *headshake* Someone else did, and we're trying to track them down.
Pooka: *automatically puts nose to the ground* *puzzled sound* I just smell you 'n Aunty Aaron.
Tarantulus: *bit of a frown as he thinks* *then* Well, we are the only ones who have been through the door lately, Pooka... Can you see if Nemesis will let you come over by the bins if Aaron and I are here, too?
Pooka: *looks over his shoulder* Mama says yes.
Tarantulus: *small nod* Alright. Stay close. *will protect the Maximal pup with his life*
Pooka: *scoots over, and then puts his nose down and walks in circles* *tail starts drooping puzzledly*
Tarantulus: No luck?
Pooka: I can smell who took the stuff. *looks up, ears flat* But it smells like you did it.
Tarantulus: ... So it's one of my alternates?
Pooka: *perk* OH!
Aaron: *hand to mouth to hold in a very small laugh at the pup's surprise*
Tarantulus: Can you tell which way he or she went?
Pooka: *sniffs again, and then expands his circles. Pauses to eat a bit of cookie off the ground, and then heads off toward the far side of the safe house* Think so...
Tarantulus: *moves to follow, looking around and scanning as well as he can in the meantime*
Pooka: *sniffs the corner of the safe house* He leaned here, I think. But I'm too short to really tell.
Tarantulus: *slight frown, quick check for energon puddles* Do you think he's hurt?
Pooka: I don't smell any leaks. But he sure isn't walkin' straight. *looks alertly toward the trees on the far side of the field from the safe house*
Tarantulus: *more frown, will move in the direction Pooka's looking* I wonder if we shouldn't call Rhinox... Or maybe Hormah or a Ratchet.
Pooka: *sniffing again* Dunno.
Tarantulus: I'll call one of them when we find our bot.
Pooka: Okay! *looks over his shoulder* Aunty Aaron didn' come?
Tarantulus: *headshake* She doesn't like walking in the dirt and grass.
Pooka: *expression says that this Does Not Compute for the puppy* *and then he meeps as a furry little cannonball attacks his leg* Lumen!
mLumen: *is a happy wiggle. Found you, Pooka!*
Tarantulus: *trying very hard not to laugh*
Pooka: We're lookin' for a lost Oppy that stole some of the recycle stuff. *shakes his leg*
mLumen: *headtilty* Issa bad Oppy? *worried pup is worried, lets go of Pooka's leg*
Pooka: *pauses. Looks up at Tarantulus, feeling a bit spooked*
Tarantulus: *gently* I don't think so. I think he's just trying to survive and doesn't know better.
Pooka: *relaxes* Unca Tarantulus doesn't think so. *slarps small friend, and then puts his nose to the ground again*
mLumen: *headtilty, will do like Pooka* *sniffasniff* *sneeze*
Pooka: Don't blow dirt on it! *sneeze* Oops.
mLumen: *more sneeze*
Pooka: Come on away from this mole hill. *sneeze*
mLumen: *scoots closer to Tarantulus* *one last squeaky sneeze*
Pooka: *trots back and forth till he finds the scent again, and then once more heads toward the trees. The trail he's following seems to meander a lot*
mLumen: *sticking close to Tarantulus and Pooka* *knows not that the pretty collar Mama gave him has a tracker in it, and that mEclipse is having him field test it for her, just knows Mama gave him a pretty*
Tarantulus: *keeping on alert*
Pooka: *sniff sniff sniff. And then he's suddenly belly to the ground and looking toward the trees with wide eyes and flat ears*
Tarantulus: *on higher alert now, even as mLumen lets out a soft, itty bitty growl of surprise*
Pooka: I saw a zombie walking in the trees! But it was big like a bot! *whimper*
Tarantulus: *quietly* Zombies don't use energon. *gets his spare PINpoint out* Take Lumen back to the Black Dog, and let Rhinox know that there might be an injured bot incoming.
mLumen: *ears down, soft whine, scoots closer to Pooka*
Pooka: All by ourselves? *looks from the trees to the buildings and hesitates*
Tarantulus: *offers the PINpoint* Here. Use this to go back.
Pooka: *transforms and takes it* It's set? I just needta press the button?
Tarantulus: *nods* The only coordinates I put on there when I got it are for the bar area of the Black Dog.
Pooka: *intakes deeply* Okay, Lumen. Hold on.
mLumen: *will transform and cling*
Pooka: *gone in a flash and a swish*
Rhinox: *appears at about the same moment, one brawny arm around their local Dinobot's feathery neck*
fDinobot: *is sniffing the air and growling very softly* *doesn't like the idea of zombies*
Tarantulus: *quietly* I think it's an alt of mine, Rhinox.
Rhinox: *optics slightly squinted as he absently listens to things the others won't hear* It was, anyway.
Tarantulus: ... Was? *frowning muchly*
fDinobot: *found the scent, is bristling just a bit now*
Rhinox: I'm not sensing any awareness. Primus is pretty upset. *frowns deeply and looks toward the trees* And I sense pain.
fDinobot: *low hiss. Is waiting for the order to advance*
Tarantulus: *more frown, hand edging toward the handle of his ax* So what are our options then?
Rhinox: It's not hostile right now. *starts walking*
Tarantulus: *small nod, will follow*
fDinobot: *doing likewise, but still slightly featherpoofed*
Rhinox: *wading through the neglected grass as it gets tall* There's his trail.
Tarantulus: *nod* I see where the grass is crushed. *also saw that footprint in a very big ant hill, and can see where the bot meandered all over the field* *quietly* One leg was dragging.
fDinobot: *checking the air for any hint of additional zombies*
Rhinox: *nods, his frown deepening. Then pauses and looks up* He saw us.
Tarantulus: ...
fDinobot: *more featherpoof now*
Rhinox: He's trying to get away.
Tarantulus: That doesn't seem hostile to me... *frown*
fDinobot: *very soft growl* Then, perhapsss... There iss hope for him.
Rhinox: *just grunts and breaks into a jog toward the trees*
Tarantulus: *quickens his pace*
fDinobot: *head down as he moves to follow*
Rhinox: *pauses and crouches as something crashes inside the woods just as he reaches the edge of the treed area* *optics narrowed as he once again listens*
Tarantulus: *starting to get a bad feeling about this situation*
fDinobot: *sniffing the air again, eyes narrowed*
Rhinox: *and then he's breaking into a run* If he keeps thrashing like that he'll damage something!
Tarantulus: *hurries after Rhinox, with fDinobot a quietly growling shadow*
Rhinox: *has thrown himself onto the rusted and badly faded form of a tfantech Optimus and is trying to pin the mech down as he thrashes helplessly on his back*
Optimus: *is missing an arm at the elbow, and one leg is visibly bent. His face isn't visible yet due to the underbrush he's tangled in, but his motions are slow and uncoordinated. He's also totally silent other than the sound of his struggle*
Tarantulus: *moving to help restrain his alternate, wondering silently what happened to the mech*
fDinobot: *warily circling around to the other side, will jump in if necessary* *zombies give him the heebie-jeebies*
Rhinox: Dinobot, transform and get his legs!
fDinobot: *will do so, putting all his weight on the larger mech's legs* *very soft, displeased growl*
Optimus: *Tarantulus will be able to see his face now... and probably wish not to. Only one optic is left, and it is a cracked and leaking ruin. His face is a rusty, washed out grey, and his jaw is obviously broken. Expression is one of dim confusion and very slight distress*
Tarantulus: *slight intake hitch, feels like he just got a sucker punch to the tank*
Rhinox: Tarantulus, grab him!
Tarantulus: *doing so, and hoping he doesn't knock anything else loose* I've got him.
Rhinox: *out with the sedation gun, and in a few moments the poor wreck's stopped moving* *stands slowly, scanning* I'm not picking up anything contagious. This looks like it's all from friction and trauma.
Tarantulus: Any idea what reality he's from?
Rhinox: I know exactly what reality he's from. I've put him together before.
Tarantulus: ... *frown* What do you think happened to him?
Rhinox: *grimly* Looks like a reality might have ended. Badly.
Tarantulus: *wince*
fDinobot: *low hiss*
Rhinox: *and then sighs and opens the mech's chest* Thought so.
Tarantulus: *if it were possible, he'd be a bit pale now*
fDinobot: *frowning* Yet he still functions...
Rhinox: That's because his spark was extinguished while he was saving his mate, and what's left of him can't leave her all alone. *wearily rubs his face*
Tarantulus: ... Who's his mate?
Rhinox: She's that Showtime Prowl's taken in. Let's get this to the Sanctuary.
Tarantulus: ... *quiet now, nods*
fDinobot: *bows his head for a moment and prays*
Rhinox: *gruff hand on the feathered mech's shoulder*
fDinobot: *very small nod. He's ready*
Rhinox: Tarantulus?
Tarantulus: *quietly* Let's go.
Rhinox: *nods and brings the damaged mech away*
lunch crowd: *swarming the place, sharing tables, talking, laughing, cussing, and burping*
Prowl: *gently coaxing Showtime towards the door, is hoping that Rhinox is working today. Wants to talk to the Maximal and see if he can suggest anything that might help the femme*
Showtime: *holding both of her plushies -bunny and Oppy doll- close and clicking softly to them*
human woman: *wearing a 'fantasy' outfit and is giving tDesinex a dirty look as that small femme bars her entry* What do you mean I can't come in?
tDesinex: You're not wearing enough to cover your aft.
human woman: It's a loincloth! It's what we wear in my reality.
tDesinex: Not the part you're from, it's not. *will get one of the tabards out of the box she has for situations like this*
woman: What? It is too! *scowling* What's that?
tDesinex: Your accent's American. And this is something to wear that won't violate the decency laws.
woman: Listen. I'm legal on every beach on Earth except the nudist ones. So you can't tell me I have to wear this sack just to come in here.
tDesinex: Then you're not coming in. *scowl*
woman: Didn't you hear what I said?
man behind her: Lady, this ain't Earth. They make their own rules here. Like it or lump it.
woman: Mind your own business.
man: It's my business when your fat rear's keeping me from getting my noon meal. *scowl*
woman: Fat??
tDesinex: *trying so hard not to snicker* *settles for a wicked smirk*
other woman: Yup.
woman: *cusses* I don't have to put up with this. *shoves out of the line and stomps off, wobbling in her stiletto knee boots*
tDesinex: *calmly puts the tabard back in the box, and adds the scantily clad woman's image to her roster of people who might not be allowed in if they ever visit again*
man: *reaches for the tabard box and looks at what he takes out, then pulls it over his broad shouldered form to cover the attire of a Crimean Barbarian*
tDesinex: Hey, Conan. *smile*
Conan: *wide grin* Hey. *glances at his wife, who is grinning and looking the other direction* Nobody's watching. How about a kiss?
tDesinex: *amused snerk* Same answer as last time, pal. I'm an honest femme now.
Conan: Hey, it's only a kiss. *laughs and offers his wife one of the wrap skirts from the box, since her top is nicely covered*
wife: *grins as she puts the skirt on* If this didn't interfere with movement I'd just get one for myself.
tDesinex: *cheerful razz for Conan* *to Conan's wife* You could always have one for down time. *slight shrug*
wife: *starts to say something about preferring skyclad for downtime, but then stops herself* It wouldn't fit my downtime.
Conan: *whistling and looking the other direction. Also trying not to grin*
tDesinex: ... *facepalm* *snickerfit*
Conan: We should quit holding up the line. I can hear beer and meat calling my name. Ooooo... *watches an elven slave girl go past, his grin saying he's enjoying the pretty, but harbouring no gross thoughts*
wife: *snerk*
tDesinex: Gowan, git. *chuckles*
Conan: *is shoved inside by his tall blonde lady* Ahhhh! Watch out, woman! *laughter*
tDesinex: *snickerfit* I love that derp. *turns her attention to the rest of the line*
Prowl: *moving to approach the bouncer for the organic beings* Hello, Desinex. Is Rhinox working today?
tDesinex: Haven't seen him since this morning. *shrug* Sorry, Prowl.
Showtime: *starting to hide against her plushies even more now, feeling very overwhelmed*
Mal: *sitting on hubby's shoulders in her poofy dress* You guys need a seat?
Prowl: *nod* Preferably in a quieter section. *will make sure Showtime doesn't get lost*
DivaShot: *considering the options available for seating, slight frown as he notices how Showtime is hiding*
Mal: *looks around, and then comms Nemesis* Private room it is. This way. *steers husband, her arms absently sneaking down so that she can cuddle with her chin on his head*
DivaShot: *will lead the way then. And will rumble quietly*
Mal: *rubs his chin as she snuggles*
Prowl: *gently guides Showtime after the pink DivaCon*
private room: *cozy, quiet. Usually reserved for special anniversary dinners and such*
Prowl: *will help Showtime sit down* *to Mal and DivaShot* Thank you.
Showtime: *not very interested in her surroundings at the moment* *very soft clicks*
DivaShot: *just a bit distracted by how weird this Showtime is acting*
Mal: *frowning slightly* Menu's in the centre of the table, just press the button. ...Is she alright?
Prowl: *quietly* Her processor is damaged.
Mal: *winces* What by?
Prowl: A virus. It wiped most of her memory and personality files.
DivaShot: *wince wince wince*
Mal: *small face takes on a thoughtful frown* You sure it did?
Prowl: *small nod* From what I learned from Master Yoketron, yes.
Showtime: *cuddling her dolls close* Optimus...
Mal: *slight lean toward the femme* Lemme touch her, 'Shot.
DivaShot: *will do so, making sure Mal won't fall*
Showtime: *doesn't notice Mal or DivaShot*
Prowl: *quietly* Don't frighten her.
Mal: Don't sweat it. *touches Showtime's leg*
Showtime: *soft sound at the touch to her leg. That's not where most people try to touch her, so it's caught her attention*
Mal: *grins up at her*
Showtime: *blinks a bit, brow ridges moving slightly as she notices the PINK*
DivaShot: *gentle clicks* Easy... *thinks he might have spooked the blue femme*
Showtime: *softly* Pink...
Mal: *snerks quietly, and then touches Showtime again to see what her virus has to say about any files that might be present, but have lost any means of accessing them*
Prowl: *very surprised. This is the first time since she arrived that Showtime has said anything other than 'Optimus'*
Showtime: *has access to bits and pieces of data, though it looks like some of the access points have closed off recently*
Mal: Well frag. There aren't any ghost files. *tells her virus to reconstruct what she can*
DivaShot: *gentle clicks, will show the damaged femme the menu after carefully setting Mal on Showtime's lap and climbing up to the table top*
Showtime: *distracted by the menu, though she'll still cuddle her dolls close*
Mal: *fiddling with a little tiny bright spot of light now*
Prowl: *raised brow ridge as he notices that. Recognizes a wish when he sees one*
Showtime: *distracted from the menu* Shiny...
Mal: Yup. *looks up and grins* Do you want to be better?
Showtime: *quiet as she tries to make sense of the question. Finally gets 'you' and 'better'. Nod*
Mal: Okay, here's trying. *pat pats her awkwardly, and then holds up the wish* I wish Showtime had all the files she's supposed to right now, and that they all worked the way they're supposed to work right now.
Showtime: *startled sound as she's surrounded by red and blue sparkles*
Prowl: *praying silently*
Showtime: *once the sparkles fade, she's wincing and giving herself a bit of a shake* Ugh... Dizzy.
Mal: Yeah? Bad dizzy? Do I gotta bail before you lose it?
Showtime: *careful headshake* Dizzy like low fuel dizzy mixed with getting hit upside the head.
Prowl: *boggling now. Hadn't expected the wish to work*
Mal: *stares, and then flails* Um... I just infected you with a headspazz.
Showtime: ... That 'splains the singing. *bit of a frown*
Mal: Hey, some people even try to buy those things.
Showtime's headSpazz: *thinks those people are nuts, and says so!*
Showtime: ... People are strange. *turns her attention to the menu. Slight frown* Stuff's different than last time?
Mal: You were here before? *perk* Probably, if it's been awhile. *scrambles up onto the table and goes to her husband*
DivaShot: *will snag a wife and explain some of the things on the menu when Showtime touches the screen and calls up the items in question*
Prowl: *silent as he thanks Primus and the Greatest Creator*
Mal: *as the botbeer comes up* An Oppy favourite.
Showtime: *intakes hitch as she remembers flashes of light and feelings of sheer terror. Moves to get up* I have to find Optimus. *doorwings starting to buzz with distress*
Showtime's headSpazz: -Hey, chick, circulate deeply!-
Mal: *meeps and puts her hands over her mouth* We can find you someone to help you look for him after you eat. But if you don't eat he'll probably get fragged off.
Showtime: *small tense headshake* He'll worry about me. Gotta let him know 'm safe.
Mal: No. You eat. Or he'll flip. I slag you not. I know Ops!
DivaShot: *nod nod of agreement* He'd worry more if you didn't fuel.
Showtime: *wibble*
Showtime's headSpazz: -You gotta keep your strength up, so you can find him 'n scold him for making ya worry.-
Mal: How about some nice meganoodles in white sauce?
Showtime: ... Meganoodles? *brow ridges up*
Mal: *runs over to tap the menu and show picture of the huge, hollow, rather squid body shaped dumplings*
Showtime: *curious now*
Prowl: They're good in white sauce.
Showtime: *looks up at that*
Mal: And we can get you a fork, so they don't get away from you.
DivaShot: Would you like gummi ham filling for the noodles, or gummi ham balls in the sauce?
Showtime: Filling, please... *small nod, has a slight frown on her face as she watches Prowl for a few moments* *then* I know you. You're not the one who went away though. He went to the AllSpark.
Mal: *soft snort as she climbs her husband in a rustle of petticoats* That doesn't mean anything, around here.
Prowl: *gently* You and I are from the same reality, Showtime.
Showtime: *pondering this now, as well as Mal's words*
Mal: *will now hug Scattershot, because she just saw him wibble over lost friends finding each other*
Showtime: *quietly* Everyone else is okay, right?
Prowl: *looking down at his hands now* I'm not certain... You and Bumblebee are the only other living people from our reality that I've encountered since my arrival in the Nexus.
Mal: -C'mon, George. Let's go put their order in. We know what Prowl goes for.-
DivaShot: *small nod, will quietly head out to give the order to Hrafni*
Tarantulus: *got pounced by Oppy and Mira, who decided it was naptime. Totally pwned by sleeping baby magic despite himself*
Rhinox: *got chased out of the operating room by Hormah when they first arrived, is now over in one of the niches along the far wall, talking with Primus and praying to God*
Ravage: *sitting and scowling as he too prays*
fDinobot: *sitting next to Tarantulus and the children. Is in root mode and quietly meditating*
Bbbrl: *little fidget and whimper in his sleep, hugs his clockwork mousie close*
Tarantulus: *awake and checking over the children*
Mira: *soft clicks, snuggabubby*
Bbbrl: *opens those big eyes and looks toward the hall* Mama 'n Unca Wake aren't happy.
Tarantulus: *quietly* All we can do is wait, and pray... *not happy about that, but knows he'd just be in the way*
Oppy: *snuggles Tarantulus-bubby and teddybear cuddles Mira*
Bbbrl: *quietly* Mousie's worried. He wants the Greatest Creator to fix the hurt Oppy.
Tarantulus: *careful hand on Bbbrl's back* *softly* He's not the only one.
Bbbrl: *looks at his Oppy brother, and then kisses him on the nose* Shhh.
Oppy: *soft click, will reach to pull Bbbrl-bubby closer for snuggles, too*
Rhinox: *quiet sound of protest from his niche*
Tarantulus: *attention going to Rhinox* *quietly* Rhinox?
Rhinox: *the slight hunching of one shoulder indicates that he wants to be left alone to continue his communing and pleading*
Tarantulus: *small nod, glances toward fDinobot, slight smile as he realizes what the feathery Maximal is up to*
fDinobot: *head bowed, is silently praying*
Bbbrl: *and then he's perking as he hears a door open down the hall, and then his mother's footsteps approaching slowly*
Oppy: *sleepy peek, and a questioning click*
Tarantulus: *makes sure he's got the littles held safely, will move to sit up*
fDinobot: *lifts his head to see what news Hormah brings*
Hormah: *sees the quizzical faces and sighs, then goes over to hunker down and poke Rhinox* Ye after hearin' what I's hearin', Vern?
Rhinox: *heavy sadness and displeasure in his deep voice. Quietly* He's dead.
Hormah: *bows her head and rubs her face* Aye...
Tarantulus: *very soft sigh, will bow his head*
fDinobot: *quietly* I will check on Showtime.
Rhinox: But Primus doesn't have his spark.
Tarantulus: *head snaps back up* What?!
fDinobot: ... *frowning muchly now*
Oppy: *wibble, hides against Sissy and Bubbies*
Bbbrl: *wibbling too, and cuddling, his big ears flat against his head*
Hormah: *looks over toward Tarantulus* *tiredly* Primus don't got 'is spark. T'ough even if 'e were after havin' it, t'at shell ain't in no shape t' be holdin' life.
Tarantulus: ... Any idea where his spark is?
Hormah: *slight Look for asking a question she thinks is dumb* Nope.
Bbbrl: Wish him better, Momma.
Mira: *gonna snuggle Bbbrl and click softly. Doesn't like all the sad in the room*
Oppy: *so much wibble on his face*
fDinobot: *wondering to himself if a wish would even help in this situation*
Tarantulus: *trying to think of ways to help, either by looking for his alternate's spark, or by getting the poor guy a new shell so there's something for him to return to*
Hormah: *gently* Wishin' ain't gonna work, me son. T'ere's somet'in' affectin' 'im t'at blocks Fae power. I knows, I tried.
Bbbrl: *soft whine* But how about a new body?
Hormah: *shakes her head* Not enough 'o 'im t'ere t' transfer. *lowers her head to scowl and think*
Tarantulus: ... *blinks as something occurs to him* What about helping his mate? *remembers what Rhinox said earlier*
Hormah: *looks up* Whad'ye mean, b'y?
Tarantulus: His shell still functioned because he was trying to save his mate. She might still need help, even with Prowl watching over her.
fDinobot: *quietly* If he knew she wasss sssafe...
Hormah: *presses her lips together, her optics dimming as she once more talks to her creator and pleads with his creator to show her what to do*
fDinobot: *will bow his head once more*
Tarantulus: *hoping something can be done*
Hormah: *and then she's rising to her feet and heading back into the room, muttering and beeping*
Rhinox: *lifts his head and looks after her with slight alarm*
fDinobot: ... *raised brow ridge*
WakeJumper: *startled sound as he's shoved out of the room*
Tarantulus: ...
Mira: *blink blink, chirp?*
door: *bangs in WJ's face*
WakeJumper: ... What the heck just happened? *so confused. One moment, he was scanning the patient, the next, he was out in the hall with the door banged in his face*
Rhinox: *hurrying over* She can't be thinking...
WakeJumper: ... *going to see if the door's locked or not, has a bad feeling*
Rhinox: *as the door fails to open* *sharp and demanding* Were the couches in there?
WakeJumper: *cuss* Smallfoot was.
Rhinox: Slag! *thuds shoulder against door* Hormah, hold up!
WakeJumper: *going to see if he can help get the door open*
Hormah: *from inside, sounding absent* Bite me, b'y.
WakeJumper: Not a chance. *will try hitting the door with his shoulder now*
Bbbrl: *eyes wide as the two stocky bots repeatedly bounce off the door* I'm scared!
Oppy: *gonna cling and hide*
Mira: *ditto!*
Tarantulus: *will try and distract the littles... By making fDinobot feather poof*
fDinobot: *growls at Tarantulus and tries to smooth his feathers down*
Hormah: *appears via PINpoint in the main room, something cradled in her hands in a bundle of blankets as Smallfoot presses close to her and shivers*
Smallfoot: *looking back toward the door, plainly scared out of her wits by the thudding*
Tarantulus: *surprised* What did you do?
Rhinox: *stops so fast that he stumbles to a hand and one knee. Turns to look toward the main room*
Hormah: *quietly* I saved 'im. He's alive now.
Rhinox: A human will be crippled by those injuries!
WakeJumper: *hurrying over, scanners going*
Optimus: *is indeed now a human being. A badly injured and comatose one hooked to a portable life support pallet, but a living one*
Hormah: *stink eye for WakeJumper*
WakeJumper: *says something he learned from Ironhide. It's in Thetacon, and it's not polite*
Hormah: *voice holding just the edge of static* He's alive.
Tarantulus: *ducks his head and gives a silent thanks*
fDinobot: Sshall I check on Showtime then?
Rhinox: *grim anger in every line of his sturdy body as he comes walking out and looks up at Hormah*
Hormah: *deedles at him vehemently* Ye t'inks I could 'o done t'is if I weren't allowed? 'Round 'ere?
Rhinox: *face in hands*
Mira: *peeek, clickstorm*
Bbbrl: *ears back as he frowns* Unca Wake? Why're you mad?
WakeJumper: *quietly* I'm not mad... I'm just very surprised.
Bbbrl: Howcome? *one arm around Mousie, one arm around Sissy*
WakeJumper: *being honest* I didn't know there was a way to turn bots into humans.
Bbbrl: ...There's lots.
Hormah: *looks at fDinobot* Get 'er. She's to the 'Dog.
fDinobot: *nods and PINpoints to the Black Dog*
Hormah: *walks over and sits with her back to the wall, then deedles softly to Smallfoot and Ravage as they come to sit beside her* *to Rhinox then* Aye, I's after realizin' the risk I took. So git t'at stick outta where it don't belong.
Rhinox: *growls and turns his back, still clearly shaken by what happened*
Mira: *little wiggles, wants down, Unca*
Tarantulus: *blinks a bit and then carefully sets the little femme down, watching as she scoots over to Hormah*
Bbbrl: *follows with a surefooted bound in no way hindered by his little footie outfit*
Oppy: *follows, clickstorming softly*
Tarantulus: *quietly* Will he be alright?
Hormah: *deedles softly to her babies, and then grunts softly as her orange pet raptor comes and flops against her other side* The Lard knows, b'y.
Tarantulus: *very small nod, will move to sit next to Rhinox*
Rhinox: *looks at him, and then sighs and flops down on the floor himself. Buries face in arms and starts praying and talking again*
Tarantulus: *still not sure about the whole praying thing, but he'll give it a try*
fDinobot: *back, with Prowl and a very groggy-looking Showtime*
Hormah: *looks up and deedles*
Binky: *lifts his head and hisses softly to fDinobot* *knows his fellow raptor, even in that funny shape*
fDinobot: *soft hiss back*
Prowl: *supporting Showtime*
Showtime: *holding her plushies close again, and making sleepy clicks as she tries to stay awake*
fDinobot: *very surprised by what he found out when he went to get Showtime*
Prowl: *wondering why fDinobot insisted that Showtime be brought to the Sanctuary, even as he nods a polite greeting to Rhinox*
Hormah: *quietly, sounding tired* Ye after lookin' fer somebody, Showtime?
Showtime: *quietly* Looking for Optimus... Worried 'bout him.
Hormah: *softly* 'E was worried 'bout ye too, b'y. *looks down at the bundle in her arms*
Showtime: *quietly* You found him?
Hormah: *presses lips together again* *voice gentle* What was left 'o 'im, Rhinox 'n Tarantulus was after findin'.
Showtime: ... *doorwings down as she tries to make sense of that statement*
Prowl: ... *very slight frown*
Hormah: *shifts and looks up* 'E's a fright. But ye wanna see 'im?
Showtime: *nod*
Hormah: *crooks a finger to tell her to come closer, then gently moves the blankets away from Optimus' blind and bandaged face*
Showtime: *manages to make her way over with minimal wobbling. Very soft clicks as she gently smoothes Optimus' hair with one finger* *quietly* He was trying to save me...
Hormah: *still gentle* Aye, 'n 'e kept tryin', even wit'out 'is spark.
Showtime: *very slight wibble, will move to sit down. Wants to hold husband*
Hormah: *this is why she used the pallet. Gently elbows Binky aside so that Show can sit next to her with back to the wall*
Showtime: *will sit down, doing her best to resist the urge to just reach over and grab her husband*
Hormah: Make yer arms right. *turning and gently shifting Optimus from her arms to her hands in preparation of handing him over*
Showtime: *will do so, after tucking her dolls in next to her*
Hormah: *gives the pallet and its contents, quietly explaining in simple language how it works and why it or Optimus' blankets shouldn't be poked* *softly* 'E's missin' some parts ot'er 'n jes' 'is eyes.
Showtime: *slight wibble and a small nod* *quietly* Is there any way I can help him?
Hormah: *quiet too* He kin still hear ye. 'Is mind's some broken, 'n 'e's missin' an arm 'n gotta leg so busted it might not be salvageable, but 'e kin hear.
Showtime: *very small nod. Quiet for a few moments, and then a soft piano piece is coming from her speakers*
Optimus: *heart rate going peaceful*
Showtime: *will sit and hold Optimus' pallet, even as her head and doorwings start to droop*
Hormah: *looks up* Wake, kin ye carry 'er down t' the second door on the left?
WakeJumper: *nods and moves to carefully lift Showtime and Optimus*
Prowl: *moves to pick up the dolls*
Showtime: *very slight start, will move to protect Optimus*
WakeJumper: *soothingly* Everything's alright... I'm just bringing you and Optimus someplace quiet to rest.
Showtime: *circulates for a few moments before nodding*
Hormah: *watches them go, and then looks at Rhinox, Prowl, Tarantulus, and fDinobot*
fDinobot: *quietly* I ssusspect a wish was used...
Hormah: T' change 'im? Nah, b'y. 'E's still tainted wit' whatever blocks Fae stuff.
fDinobot: I wass referring to Showtime.
Hormah: *startles and looks toward the hall, her eyes wide* Huh?
Prowl: *nods* *quietly* Malware used a wish to restore Showtime's files.
Tarantulus: ...
fDinobot: *amused snerk*
Hormah: *shakes head and deedles softly under her breath* She was after hackin' Show's processor?
Prowl: *nod* She was able to repair some of the damage.
Hormah: Afore 'r after the wish?
Prowl: Before.
Hormah: *pleased quiet deedling*
Prowl: *puzzled expression is a go*
Bbbrl: So she's all fixed now? *hopeful ear perk*
Prowl: It would appear so, yes... *though he's got his suspicions that there is still some damage that Showtime's headSpazz and the wish weren't able to fix*
Bbbrl: *quietly* Good. I'm glad. Mrrp.
Hormah: *intakes deeply* Wake, ye gonna fix t'at door now? Won't open till ye beats out t'em dents.
WakeJumper: *can be heard grumping about that*
Rhinox: *shoves himself to his feet and heads for the hall* I'll help.
Tarantulus: I'll help, too. *moves to follow Rhinox*
Hormah: Good b'y. *yawns and deedles, then looks at her kids, her minion, and her pet* T'inks I'll jes' nap here, I does.
Prowl: *quietly excuses himself, will bring Showtime's dolls down the hall*
Mira: *snuggaMama*
Oppy: *cuddle*
Bbbrl: *big purrings as he hugs Mousie*
Hormah: *smiles at Oppy and Mira* Ye after wantin' t' run 'n gitcher babies?
Oppy: *nod nod, will scoot to get his snuggle friend*
Mira: *will scoot after Oppy to retrieve the rag Seekerbunny she's named "Bob"*
Smallfoot: *carefully onto her feet, and then goes and gets the doll that Pi just bought for her*
Binky: *bounces over and gets his old chewed on tire*
fDinobot: *soft, amused chuckle, will move to wait for Rhinox and Tarantulus, even as he silently thanks Primus and the Greatest Creator*
Binky: *will stop to show fDinobot his baby*
fDinobot: *nods his approval. Is glad Binky has a baby*
Binky: *headbutts him happily, and then goes to lay down by Momma*
Smallfoot: *clicking softly to her dolly as she comes back. Dolly is a human size body pillow with an adorable sleepy eyed Optimus Prime printed on the case*
fDinobot: *so amused at Smallfoot's baby's expression*
Hormah: *looks up* What're ye smirkin' at, b'y?
fDinobot: Smallfoot's baby is in need of a nap.
Hormah: *looks and chuckles, her optics showing their usual twinkle* Aye. She's some fond 'o 'im. *thoughtful expression, and then pulls a second body pillow case out of her pocket. Shows fDinobot the lazily smirking Knockout on it* Ye t'inks t'at dere itty bitty Kriti'd like t'is?
fDinobot: *snerk* He has... character, like many of her babiess.
Hormah: *smirk* He's some smarmy. But tis kinda charmin'.
fDinobot: *nod* I believe he would fit in with the rest of Kriti's family.
Hormah: Alright, t'en. *hands the case over* Ye kin git the pillows to Fanny's bed shop.
fDinobot: *nods and PINpoints to the Mall*
Smallfoot: *startles and looks a bit scared*
Hormah: *pat pats her hand and deedles to her softly, then listens for the return of Mira and Oppy*
Oppy: *clickstorming as he and Mira return with their respective babies*
Hormah: *hand out toward Oppy's baby, which is a big silk scarf with a ball of yarn in it. Wants to make sure the elastic around the neck is still holding* Kin I see?
Oppy: *nods and offers his baby to Mama*
Hormah: *scans the elastic and nods as she offers the doll back* Might haveta give 'm a bow tie one 'o t'ese days.
Oppy: *considering look as he reaches for his baby*
Hormah: Ye knows how elastics kin break down. *offers snuggles to the two bitties in her arms next to Bbbrl, who has already conked out*
Oppy: *nods and snuggles*
Mira: *clicking softly to Bob-Bunny, will snuggle and purr*
Hormah: *listens to the feelings of her guests*
Rhinox: *grim, confused, worried, and rather withdrawn as he helps WakeJumper on the door*
Tarantulus: *worried for both his alternate and his alternate's wife*
Prowl: *concerned about Optimus, but glad that Showtime's mostly repaired*
WakeJumper: *trying to talk Showtime into laying down and resting, which isn't easy when one's also trying to pound dents out of a door*
Showtime: *stubbornly trying to stay awake*
Hormah: *gets on the comm* //Showtime?//
Showtime: *sounds a bit startled* //Yes?//
Hormah: //Go ta sleep!// *pure mother in her voice*
Showtime: *reluctantly* //Want to make sure Optimus is comfortable...//
Hormah: //I's got a tranq gun 'n I knows how t' use it.//
Showtime: *meeps*
Hormah: //Ye needs a blanket?//
Showtime: //Please.//
Hormah: *calls* Wake, grab one 'o t'em big fuzzy blankets, would ye? Show wants covers.
WakeJumper: Alright, Hormah. *will move to get one of the huge felted mammoth wool blankets*
Showtime: *quietly thanks WakeJumper, will make sure Optimus' pallet is where she can see it as she lays on her side and covers herself with the blanket*
Hormah: *gentle again* //Now sleep, b'y.//
Showtime: //Alright...// *is soon in stasis-rest as her processor sorts out the large chunk of data she received earlier in the day*
Hormah: *sighs and leans back against the wall, feeling tired from the decisions that she had to make today. Quiet and fervent deedlebeeping as she absently watches Ravage head off down the hall*
Oppy: *sleepy little yawn, joins Bbbrl in sleeptime*
Hormah: *quiet grin, and then shutters her optics and has some downtime herself*
Rhinox: *working again, his visor in place on his head*
fDinobot: *back, and looks far too amused*
tKriti: Feather duster's back. *would be smirking if she wasn't in alt mode*
Rhinox: *looks over* He's feeling pretty pleased with himself.
tKriti: That could be trouble... Could also be a lot of fun. *has NO right to sound that mischevious*
Rhinox: *grunts and turns toward a call for a drink* So go find out.
tKriti: *transforms and moves to climb down*
Rhinox: *stops so she doesn't have to scramble her dismount*
tKriti: *will soon be pestering fDinobot to see what the big saurian has*
fDinobot: *rumble of amusement as he moves to bring the big pillow, plus its smarmy pillowcase, from behind his back*
tKriti: ... What the heck?
Vi: *glances over* *wolf whistle*
fDinobot: *teasingly as he offers the tiny femme the pillow* Do you believe you can... Keep him in line?
tKriti: *headtilting* Who is this? *not that that stops her from reaching for the offered pillow*
Showtime: *overheard the question* That would be Knockout. I met one who was arguing with Terrorsaur over who was shinier. And then the derp tried to turn the charm on me. *small headshake* Vain git.
tKriti: ... *SNERK* I think I can keep this loser's aft in line.
Galeas: *over to see what tKriti and his hero fDinobot are doing* Oh! Knockout!
tKriti: Yup. *grin*
Galeas: I'm on break, do you want to watch some shows with him in on my datapad? *hopeful grin*
tKriti: Sure. *will try and wrangle the pillow into submission*
Galeas: *offers to pick up both her and it*
tKriti: *glad for the help, says so*
Galeas: *happy grin, holds her and the pillow carefully. Then looks shyly up at fDinobot*
fDinobot: *so amused, will nod and make sure Galeas has a secure hold on the pillow and the tiny femme*
Galeas: *shy little smile and a bit of a blush*
fDinobot: *another nod, will go see if Nemesis needs him to hunt rats again*
Galeas: *looks down at tKriti, his optics shining* Where do you want to sit?
tKriti: Someplace quiet enough we can hear what's going on with the shows. *smile*
Galeas: *turns slowly* The far corner behind the tables, under the mountain?
tKriti: Sure. *more smile*
Galeas: *happily sets off, and gets there without even tripping on anything or anyone* *soon settled back in the quiet, dim corner with tKriti and her doll sitting beside him as he shows her the recorded adventures of the charming, vain, and snarky Decepticon repair bot*
tKriti: *soon engrossed in watching the show, and snuggling against Galeas* *will be busy here for awhile*
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