Nexus. Springworks and the Sanctuary. New Chapters.

[dens_extra_pups]

OOC: ((Spoiler warning for MTMTE #18-current issues!))



Hormah: *pings the Ironhide that lives out by the Lost Highway*

Ironhide: *pings present. Is currently babydancing with Mira, because the bitlet is hyper and a bit cranky*

Hormah: //Needs ya here, b'y.//

Ironhide: //What is your current location, Hormah? And would it be safe for me to bring Mira?//

Hormah: //Where's 'Mia to?//

Ironhide: *will check, quickly* -'Mia?-

Chromia: *from back behind their home, where she and the two Lumens are taking apart a PT Cruiser for salvage* -Hmmm? Is she asleep?-

Ironhide: -No, but Hormah needs my assistance with something.-

Chromia: *surprised* -Why not just bring Mira to see her Mira?-

Ironhide: *didn't think of that. Will check with Hormah to see if that would work* //Hormah, would it be possible for my Mira to meet yours?//

Hormah: *bit terse* //She might not be after likin' it here right now, 'cardin' we's got a crisis happnin'. But I kin send mine t' yer place, if ye wants.//

Ironhide: *quiet rumbles for a few moments, relaying this to Chromia and asking her opinion on the matter*

Chromia: *asks the boys if they'd like Mira to come visit, and maybe Bbbrl too*

eLumen: *puzzled expression is a go*

lbLumen: *ditto that, but then he's nodding*

Chromia: *reports this to her mate*

Ironhide: *small nod* *to Hormah* //The boys are agreeable to that idea.// *will bring Mira to Chromia*

Mira: *squeak squeak squeak! Clickstorms*

Chromia: *stands and croons softly as she offers slightly greasy hands to the green sparklet* *quietly* Lumen, don't eat those lugnuts. Save them for soup.

lbLumen: *small nod*

Ironhide: *will gently transfer Mira to Chromia*

Mira: *fusses as she's transferred to Mama. Oh, wait, Mama's got nommy stuff on her hands! Will attempt to lick Mama's hands*

Chromia: *bit of surprise* You're just hungry?

Ironhide: *rumbly chuckle and a headshake* She needs to have her nap, soon. *will move to kiss Chromia on the cheek before reporting to Hormah that he's on his way*

Chromia: *grins at her mate, and then sits down to coax her cranky baby to eat a bit more of the lovely aged grease and then have a sleep*

Hormah: //PIN it, b'y.//

Ironhide: *will PINpoint to the Sanctuary*

main room: *contains a Little Oppy who just said bye to his baby sister and brother as Ravage took them to the Springworks building, and a mess of Ultra Magnus armour. Showtime's sitting over in one corner absently gnawing on what looks like a knuckle, and looking woozy. Her mate's bed is sitting on the floor beside her*

Ironhide: *blink blink* Er...

Hormah: *calls from down the hall* Down 'ere!

Ironhide: *nods to Little Oppy and Showtime as he heads down the hall*

Little Oppy: *returns the nod, will move to make sure Showtime and her mate are comfortable, or try to coax the femme into going to lay down for a nap*

Showtime: *absent clicks, will check on her mate*

Hormah: *in the furthest room to the left hand side but one, standing beside one of the two berths in the room. On the berth is the tall golden femme named Nova, who Ironhide has caught glimpses of in the past, and who he'll know is the orphaned daughter of one of his alternates. The other bunk holds a mech of a tech similar to G1, who has been patched together and is hooked to spark support*

Ironhide: *nods to Nova, looks to Hormah* What's the situation?

Hormah: T'is kid went nuclear 'n ripped t'at t'ere Ultra Magnus' head 'n aft abroad. *sighs and shakes her head, then looks at him and tells him the young femme's whole story, from how she lost her parents to how she then lost the team of Minicons who had taken her in. And also how deadly she's become during her brief, driven, and violent life*

Ironhide: *frowning muchly and rumbling quietly by the end of the explanation*

Hormah: *quietly* She's needin' somebody she kin trust. 'N it ain't gonna be easy, 'cardin' she's give up hopin'.

Ironhide: *small nod* *trying to think of ways that he might be able to help the golden femme*

Hormah: *frowns* T'ough I's not sure ye gots room enough to yer place fer her. She's a big 'un.

Ironhide: *blink* ... *the concept of not having room for someone is an alien one to the mech*

Hormah: *goes to pat the injured mech as he groans quietly*

Ironhide: *quietly* Who is that? *nods toward the injured mech*

Hormah: No idea. Pulled 'im outta t'at Magnus shell in the ot'er room. *pats her patient again, and then returns to Nova, who is staring at the ceiling with a blank expression*

Ironhide: ... *raised brow* *has never heard of such a thing* Huh. *will turn his attention to Nova, and pondering where a good spot for a mattress for her would be*

Hormah: She's burned out some bad, but fixin' it wouldn' do no good when she's t'is tense. *and while the youngster's in this state of giving up*

Ironhide: *soft rumble, and a slight frown as he thinks*

Hormah: She'll be needin' watchin'.

mech: *groans again. Then, quietly, as he focuses shakily on Ironhide* What... what is this place?

Ironhide: *small nod* First she'll need a mattress and blankets. *glances to the mech* Sanctuary of Primus.

Hormah: *nods as she watches the stranger*

mech: *pale red eyes flash with weak shock* Primus? *shuts optics off with relief* I was trying to apprehend a 'Bot that was disturbing the peace at a nearby energy dump.

Ironhide: *soft sound, and a small nod* So what do we call you?

mech: *circulates for a bit, but then lifts his head slightly and looks down at himself puzzledly. Optics flash with shock as he replies* Minimus... Ambus.

Hormah: *quirks a brow plate*

Ironhide: *blank look. The name means nothing to him* *hesitantly* Alright. *not quite sure what to do here*

Hormah: Ye best be restin', Minimus Ambus. *turns her attention back to Ironhide* Lil' Oppy's callin' 'bout blankets.

Ironhide: *small nod. Back into familiar territory, then* Alright. Just need to get Nova a mattress then.

Hormah: We's after havin' some in the storage room. *pings her orange son*

Pi: *looks in almost immediately* Black cover, or green?

Ironhide: *quiet rumble as he thinks* Green.

Pi: Right. *cheery deedle as he goes to get it*

Hormah: *rubs Nova's arm and frowns at the utter lack of response*

Ironhide: *will move to quietly tell Nova about the Springworks*

Nova: *no reaction. Not even a flicker of her blank white optics*

Ironhide: *not deterred. Will continue describing the Springworks and the area around the building, as well as the crazy neighbors that he's quite fond of*

Pi: *looks in again, his head clamped under Little Oppy's arm this time* We have the bedding ready, Boss.

Little Oppy: Den knows a bit about the armor in the front hall, Mom. *caught Pi and was going to noogy him, but Den pointed out something interesting*

Hormah: *glances over and quirks a brow* It spillable, b'y? 'N ye keepin' Show from eatin' it?

Minimus Ambus: Eating...!

Ironhide: Eating?

Little Oppy: Den said she wasn't sure if it was spillable, and she gave Showtime her old cell phone to eat.

Minimus Ambus: *quiet sigh* You... may tell it.

Little Oppy: *small nod* *lets Pi go, and heads back to talk to Denpup and to try and keep Showtime from eating the armor*

Pi: Want help carrying her, Ironhide? *nods to Nova and then tilts his head back to look up at the big Thetacon*

Ironhide: *nods* I'm not sure if PINpointing will upset her or not.

Pi: Considerin' she ripped some Skywarp's warp out and kept it?

Hormah: Walkin's good.

Pi: Okay, I'll carry the bed. You carry her.

Ironhide: *small nod* The sooner we get her home, the better. *will move to gently lift the golden femme, will also give Chromia a head's-up*

Pi: *runs out to grab the bedding, and to snerk at Showtime softly repeating all of Den's old ringtones*

Denpup: *trying not to snicker, but darnit, some of what she had as ringtones was funny, and hearing it from Showtime is amusing to the human*

Showtime: *still kind of hungry, but not sure if her tank will handle much more than what she just ate* *not quite sure what is so amusing about what she just downloaded from the cell phone*

Little Oppy: ...Did you just burp? *hadn't been paying attention, and now he's blinking*

Showtime: *blink blink* *is sure she just felt something vanish out of her tank*

Denpup: Nope. That was a soundclip of a 'Prime'-tech Ratchet. *so amused* I forgot I had that one on there.

Little Oppy: Oh. We haven't had one of those come to the backwater yet. Just a purple version of Mistfire and her mate, Dreadwing.

Denpup: *nod* 'Prime'-tech's like Dreadwing. Bit less complex than Baytech, but a bit more complex than bots of your tech, Little Oppy. *pause* ... Wait. Purple Mistfire? When was this, and where was I?

Little Oppy: Oppy says it was awhile ago, and that the Ratchet that Travels has been to their reality and delivered a couple sparklets there. You were probably at home. *glances toward the door as Ironhide steps out, then calls a farewell*

Denpup: ... Oh. *slight shrug* 'Kay.

Ironhide: *sends a farewell ping as he heads for home.

Showtime: *another sound clip*

Little Oppy: 0.0 *looks back to Showtime* I'm starting to wonder about you, Den.

Denpup: What? Gangnam Style is awesome. *grins*

Hormah: *from down the hall* No, Rap, I ain't gonna dance over yer stunned aft. I's got work t' do.

Denpup: *sporfle*

Showtime: *slight wince, pokes self in the midsection*

Little Oppy: *reaches toward the blue femme comfortingly* Is your sparklet doing something?

Showtime: Tank's sloshing... :/

Little Oppy: *offers to pick her up and bring her to the disposal unit*

Showtime: *headshake* *quieter* Still hungry, too.

Little Oppy: *perks and grins* Oh. So it's cookie time. *without turning* Den, get out of the Magnus helmet.

Showtime: *eyes the armor*

Denpup: *cheekily* If I fits, I sits! :D

Little Oppy: *shakes his head but only offers Showtime a cinnaSeeker*


in the room down the hall


Hormah: *humming along to the soft music her mate is playing as she works on her remaining patient, finishing connections and tending to wear*

Rap: *soft music and admiring his lady as he assists her*

Minimus: *staying still. Knows better than to move and risk jarring whatever the medic is working on repairing* *quietly* What will happen from here on out?

Hormah: Well, me son, since ye ain't got no reality coordinates, I's thinkin' ye best be thinkin' on what sort 'o job ye wants t' get after once yer repairs're done.

Minimus: ... No reality coordinates? *confused*

Hormah: *perfect Iacon Cybertronian* [You're dead in the reality you came from. But apparently hero enough to have been jerked out of the way at the moment of death so that you could go on writing chapters somewhere else.]

Minimus: *boggling now with disbelief*

Rap: *helps to distract him a little to save processor strain* What's the big idea playin' Ultra Magnus anyway, man?

Minimus: *diversionary tactics: successfull!* *quietly* I was the latest in a long line of Load-Bearers to take up the mantle of Ultra Magnus. I was called upon by Tyrest to fulfil the role and ensure the enforcement of the Tyrest Accord.

Hormah: *pauses and turns her head to look at Minimus' face* Ye whutnow?

Rap: Load Bearers? *quirks his brows and lifts his visor from over his optics*

Minimus: *nods slowly, as much as he's able to* My frame lends itself to augmentation... I am a point one percenter. A Cybertronian with a brighter than average spark. Load Bearers can handle the strain of fully-integrated neuroware such as the Magnus Armor.

Rap: ...Shockwave'd get drunk on the thought.

Hormah: *snort*

Minimus: ... *confused by the notion, but will focus on explaining* I was a soldier before I became Ultra Magnus. Tyrest spread a rumor that the original Ultra Magnus faked his death, and developed the Magnus Armor.

Rap: *deep frown* What for?

Minimus: The idea of an immortal lawman piqued his interests. He respected the original Ultra Magnus, as did the entire Autobot populace.

Rap: So he told a whopper?

Hormah: *absently* [Who the slag's Tyrest?]

Minimus: He fabricated the rumor, and the populace believed it. When the first of the Load Bearers emerged, the populace accepted that Ultra Magnus had survived the impossible. *blinks and looks to Hormah* Tyrest was Chief Justice. He vanished from the public eye shortly after the Aequitas Trials.

Hormah: *snorts*

Minimus: *very slight frown. Isn't sure what to make of your reaction, Hormah*

Rap: I don't think I like that dude much, man.

Hormah: *sudden snigger*

Rap: *looks at her quizzically*

Hormah: *calls that young Nightwish that she helped awhile back and who loafs around the Nexus and the Black Dog. Tells her there's a fun outfit for her to put on at the sanctuary*

Minimus: ... *raised brow ridge*

Rap: *visor UP* o.0 Don't worry, man. We jes' found the next Magnus fer yer boss.

Minimus: ... For all the good it would do. Tyrest has no doubt selected another candidate already.

Rap: *grin* Yeah, but he don't got the armour.

Minimus: The callback device would have been activated the moment my spark showed signs of fading. *frowning*

Denpup: *can be heard laughing down the hall. It sounds like she's laughing hard enough to hurt, too*

Hormah and Rap: *exchange a glance*

Hormah: I t'inks I jes' heard Show belch.

Minimus: *quietly, as his processor focuses on something else that's been in his thoughts since he regained consciousness* And what will happen to the crew of the Lost Light?

Rap: What's the last thing you remember before ya showed up at the 'Dog 'n tried ta arrest Nova?

Minimus: *quietly* Ratchet saying I had ten days to live.

Rap: *blinks* What brought that on? *glances over as Pi walks by carrying Showtime and deedling gleeful laughter*

Minimus: I had been impaled upon Overlord's sword. He somehow got onboard the Lost Light.

Rap: *hands to his belly* Urk...

Hormah: *snort*

Showtime: *softly mentions feeling urky*

Pi: You're gonna be alright now, b'y.

Showtime: *soft clicks* *quietly* Optimus is okay?

Minimus: *startles* *pained hiss*

Hormah: *deedlebeeps and swats him lightly upside the head* Hold still, ye stunned *****.

Minimus: *circulating and wincing*

Rap: *goes over and closes the door* *comes back* There's a lotta Optimuses that're alright. 'Cludin' one that lives here sometimes.

Hormah: *working again and deedlebeeping under her breath*

Minimus: A lot of Optimuses? *confused by the concept*

Rap: Yeah. This sanctuary's in a nexus between realities. Anybody from any where, when, or how kin show up here.

Hormah: *abruptly pauses to look up and listen, her yellow eyes dim and unfocused*

Rap: *blinks and glances at her* What's 'e sayin'?

Hormah: *talk to the hand, husband*

Rap: *shrugs and turns back to Minimus*

Minimus: What is who saying? *starting to get a bit distressed at not having information that might be essential*

Rap: Primus's havin' a jaw with my lady. *slight frown* You better cool it. Less stress on your systems the better.

Minimus: ... I don't understand. You can actually talk to Primus?

Hormah: *puts a hand on his chest*

Primus: *vast but caring awareness says, "Hi" without words*

Minimus: *soft, surprised sound*

Primus: *sees you. Has you right where you're supposed to be, though he's sad that you were hurt. Wants you to rest here and heal*

Minimus: *is feeling just a bit overwhelmed at the moment, but there is something very comforting about your presence, Primus* *starting to relax slightly*

Primus: *it is a new place that Minimus has found himself. But he is in good hands. Hormah listens to what Primus tells her*

Minimus: *small nod* *thoughts going momentarily to the human voice he thought he heard, is remembering the human he was "Uncle Magnus" to*

Primus: *yes. There are many humans here* *gentle warning. There are many female Cybertronians here. They are supposed to exist, they are good*

Minimus: *intakes hitch with startlement. Remembers Arcee, and how dangerous that femme was*

Primus: *sadness about what was done to Arcee. Hopes to see those Arcees soon and help them more than Hardhead has been able to*

Minimus: *quietly* Hardhead?

Primus: *image of the tough warrior who survived his visit to the dead universe, but was changed by it*

Minimus: *very slight nod* *is still worried about the Lost Light's crew, but it's getting a bit hard to think right now*

Primus: *knows where the crew is. Minimus no longer has to worry about them* *gentle amusement* *and Kup will come to say hello soon*

Minimus: Kup is alive? *relieved. Still feels guilty about what happened to the old soldier*

Primus: *Kup is an Exile, like Minimus. But Kup has a family now, and is happy. Sharpshot is with him*

Minimus: *very slight nod* *softly* Good. Then they're both safe. *has just had a very large worry taken off of his processor*

Primus: *image of Kup, sound asleep with a little blue bot that he lets Minimus know is a femme sparklet cuddled close while a muscular pink being cuddles the old mech*

Minimus: ... A sparklet? Why is she so small? *concerned*

Primus: *the Autobots of that reality are small people. Desinex is actually adult size despite her age and very strong and clever*

Hormah: *looks down at him* Ye wants t' see the new Magnus, me son?

Minimus: *small nod*

Rap: *as someone taps the door* Come on in, Maggy baby.

Nightwish: *comes in as the door slides open* This still isn't as good as my old shell. But I don't feel so naked anymore. *wearing all but the helmet, which is in her hands and contains a Den*

Denpup: *still looks quite pleased with herself* *waves* Hi there!

Minimus: *surprised expression is a go* *and finds himself mentally comparing the human in the helmet to Verity*

Rap: *turns and extracts the redhead from the helmet and sets her on the side of Minimus' bed* Minimus, this pretty lady's Nightwish. 'Wish, Minimus.

Nightwish: *just realized something* I'm still shorter than I was, too.

Minimus: *slight nod to Nightwish* *studying the redheaded human woman, is a bit disappointed as he notices just how different from Verity she is*

Denpup: *slight pout* Aw. Alright. *shrugs and turns her attention to Minimus* Hi.

Rap: *looks at Minimus* What? No words 'a wisdom fer the new kid? She's steppin' out in your ol' shoes, man.

Minimus: *quietly* Rodimus Prime may drive you to distraction, but he means well. He's just... enthusiastic about trying to find the Knights of Cybertron.

Nightwish: *slightly interested perk* Is he single?

Rap: *sinks out of sight with the force of his silent and intense laughter*

Minimus: *blink. Blink!*

Denpup: *SNERK* *moves to sit down so she can have a nice chat with Minimus*

Hormah: [Yuck. No. No Magnus and Rodimus funny business.]

Nightwish: Fine, I'll take off the armour before I flirt.

Denpup: Might wanna be careful about when and where ya do that, 'Wish. They don't really have girls where Minimus comes from.

Minimus: *surprised look for the human*

Nightwish: I know. You told me. *frown*

Hormah: [You'll be going to see Tyrest first, 'Wish.]

Nightwish: *bigger perk* Can I hit him?

Minimus: If you must, please make sure it is for a valid reason.

Denpup: Go for it. He's a *bleeping* git. *frowning now, and reaching to adjust her glasses*

Hormah: [Primus isn't happy with him. Good reason.] *looks for a wrench and leans over to get it, kicking her mate on the way*

Rap: *on floor* Oof!

Minimus: *surprised sound*

Denpup: *nod nod* Hormah's right. That's a good enough reason.

Nightwish: Got it. *helmet under arm as she cracks her knuckles and grins*

Rap: *still on floor* Hey, that armour wasn't that curvy when Mini was wearin' it.

Minimus: *very surprised*

Denpup: Huh. 'Wish must be affecting it. *amused* Go kick Tyrest's aft.

Minimus: *offended frown for the human*

Denpup: *sees that* What? He's a git, and Primus isn't happy with him.

Hormah: [You surprised, Den? Her spark went through a sun without damage.]

Denpup: ... *looks to Nightwish* Daaaang, girl! *approving grin*

Minimus: *very surprised* She's a point one percenter?

Hormah: [You couldn't go through a sun, son. She's immortal.]

Minimus: *boggles*

Hormah: [Shockwave did a little experimenting on a spark inclined to the mutation, and she was the result.]

Nightwish: And then I fed him his own spark plugs.

Minimus: *wince*

Hormah: [He deserved worse.] *closes up Minimus' chest and turns her attention to his right shoulder*

Minimus: *quietly* I don't believe there would ever be anything that would ensure justice was served, in Shockwave's case.

Hormah: I knows one as got chibified. *ebil smirk as she works*

Minimus: Chibified?

Hormah: *projects an image of a scared little chibi hugging a teddy bear and cowering behind a ferocious little chibi Megatron*

Minimus: *boggling*

Denpup: They're tiny, and cute, and the only things that are in danger from them are teddy bears. *grin*

Hormah: Ye ain't had miniMaster run over yer foot, I takes it.

Denpup: Nope. *more grin*

Minimus: *giving Denpup a slight 0.o look now*

Little Oppy: *peeks in* Den, your husband says to turn your phone on and your daughter is crying and won't stop.

Denpup: Ack! *fumbling for her communicator now*

Nightwish: *snerks* Anyhow. I'll send you postcards, Mini. *waves and grins*

Minimus: *quietly* Please take care of the crew, Nightwish.

Nightwish: *sobers* I will. *then grins again and winks before PINpointing away to kick a bigshot's aft*

Denpup: Sweet good glory, what a pair of lungs. *giving her communicator a Look*

Hormah: *glances at the human* T'at's Nika?

Denpup: Yeah... I'd better go make sure she's alright. See ya, Hormah. See ya, Minimus. *PINpoints home*

Minimus: Who was that?

Hormah: [Who was what?] *deedles softly at something that needs extra work*

Minimus: The human who just left.

Rap: Y'sure she's human?

Hormah: *kicks husband* Drill Boy's ol' lady.

Minimus: ... Drill Boy?

Hormah: Aye, me son. *deedles and reaches down. Is handed a tool* *works more*

Minimus: *checking over many millenia of memories, trying to recall if he's ever met anyone by the name of Drill Boy*

Hormah: Ye don't know 'im, b'y. 'N ye ain't ready fer larnin' 'o 'im.

Minimus: *frowns* That doesn't make sense.

Hormah: *gives him a sympathetic and slightly impatient look* [Did I mention Nightwish is female, and I am too?]

Minimus: ... *quietly* Primus mentioned that Nightwish is female. He did not mention that you are as well.

Hormah: [There are a lot of us.] *glances at him again. More quietly as she gives him data that he needs to process before she can introduce stranger new concepts to him* [And your reality isn't neuter gender, either.]

Minimus: *yes, Primus told him that too... Wait? What??* *boggling now at her last words, optics a bit too bright*

Hormah: *frees a hand from his workings to gently rub his shoulder* Circulate, me son.

Minimus: *circulating. Will focus on doing that, as it's a familiar action*

Hormah: *hears a little voice calling as one of the Metal Clan teens brings Mira home by her request*

Rap: *gets up and goes to get the bitty, then brings her back and sets her down on the berth by Minimus* You wanna help this cat feel better, baby?

Mira: *nod nod, will snuggle the big that Mama's working on* *contented sparklet purrs are a go. Is totally thinking about having a nap*

Minimus: *soft, surprised sound, but finds himself relaxing in response to the contented purrs going on at his side*

Hormah: [Your sister feeling better, bittybit?] *glances over to smile at her little daughter*

Mira: *nod nod* Babby sleepin' now.

Hormah: [Good girl. You're a good servant.]

Mira: *happy little sound, more snuggles for the big Mama's working on*

Rap: *soft coo for the Mira, and then leaves the room to go to see what Scarecrow and Smallfoot are doing*

Pi: *looks in and burps*

Hormah: *beans him with a wrench*

Pi: *exits laughing*

Minimus: *startles at the exchange, but is soon distracted by all the snuggling and purring the sparklet at his side is doing*

Mira: *putting out sleepy baby magic!*

Hormah: *finishes one last connection, and then scans him* [That's all I can do. Now you need to rest. Want me to shut your door? It can get rowdy in here.]

Rap: *music suddenly booms cheerfully from the workroom*

Minimus: *slight flinch at the sudden boom of music* *quietly* Please do.

Hormah: *looks at Mira* [You remember how to open the door if you want to come out?] *knows the bitty will stay here now*

Mira: *sleepy nod*

Hormah: *kisses the sparklet on the helm, and then gets a light blue double crochet afghan with black trim, which she covers the two of them with* [Tell me if he needs anything.] *sure, she can feel the guy's feelings. But she knows how seriously the little green sparklet is planning on being a servant*

Mira: *another sleepy nod* *snuggles the big*

Minimus: *starting to nod off despite his best efforts not to*

Hormah: *gently hits him with a timed tranq code*

Minimus: *slight start, but the warmth of the sparklet snuggled against him and the comfort of the blanket work together with the timed tranq code to send him into recharge*

Hormah: *gently pats the purry lump under the blankets and then leaves, being sure to shut the door and set it to sound barrier mode* *down two doors she goes, and taps gently* Show? Ye awake, b'y?

Showtime: *soft sound*

Hormah: *opens the door and peeks inside, her eyes going automatically to where Showtime's husband is resting on his life support bed with a floppy animal doll laying on his chest*

Showtime: *curled up around her husband's bed as much as she can, optics a bit dim* *is cuddling both of her dolls*

Hormah: *comes in and goes over to gently touch the femme's helm* *softly* How ye feelin', b'y?

Showtime: *quietly* That wasn't good noms...

Hormah: T's gone now. 'N a jerk gotcher urk. *slight grin at Tyrest's probable reaction to getting a chewed on and half digested callback button*

Showtime: *small nod* *softly* Wish Optimus felt better...

Hormah: *looks down at the injured man and makes a surprised little deedle as she sees tired blue eyes staring blankly up at her* *quiet but urgent whisper* Show, lookit 'im!

Showtime: *lifts her head slightly to look* *soft, surprised squeak*

Optimus: *turns his eyes toward her, then smiles and closes them. Is asleep as quickly as that*

Hormah: *hands to her mouth to hide a wibble*

Showtime: *wibble, and then she's smiling and silently thanking Primus and the Greatest Creator*

Hormah: *rubs the blue femme's back, and then offers her a little packet of tank settling minerals* I's t'inkin' he's some better.

Showtime: *small nod, will accept the packet* *softly, so as not to wake Optimus* I'm glad.

Hormah: So's I, me son. So's I. *deep circulation as she too thanks the Greatest Creator* Ye after needin' anyt'in' else?

Showtime: *small headshake, will work on getting the minerals into her tank so she can at least try and nap for a little while*

Hormah: *adjusts the two dolls, poking the Optimus doll gently on the nose as she does. Pulls Showtime's blanket up for her and then stops Pi and Little Oppy from thumping on each other in the front room before she goes to get some work done on the newest lot of Tyraborg chitin that was brought in*

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