MTMTE. Lost Light. Day two Part 1

[dens_extra_pups]

Ultra Magnus: *wanders into the captain's quarters, the sound of noisy glee echoing in the corridor behind her, and looks down at the bot sleeping on the recharge slab curled under a big green blanket and hugging an Eat Me Bot doll* *grin*

Rodimus: *sleeping deeply*

Ultra Magnus: I told you that you drool.

Rodimus: *no response. Is sleeeeepin'.*

Ultra Magnus: *tips up the green, skull emblazoned bottle in her hand and drains half of it, ignoring the corrosive fizzling as it goes down*

Pipes: SHE DRANK IT!

Rodimus: *awake!* Bhuh?

Ultra Magnus: *drinking the rest of the killer energon now*

Rodimus: *sitting up now* ... Where'd this doll come from?

Ultra Magnus: *finishes drinking and eats the bottle, then looks at him and smirks* You wanted to cuddle.

Rodimus: *jaw drops, doll falls to the berth*

Ultra Magnus: Do you want to see Verity, Serena, and Raoul off? They're going to visit Land Skimmer's family's farm today.

Rodimus: ... Sure. *moving to get up* *a bit worried about the bottle though*

Ultra Magnus: *turns toward the door, then stops as she catches Ratchet's look from where the medic has his head stuck into the room* *sighs and transforms to her civilian root mode*

Ratchet: You're taking leave today, Nightwish.

Nightwish: What if the yahoos need policing again? *scowl*

Ratchet: We've got it covered. *so amused* *has Kriti in a sling, given to him by Doctor Roxanne*

Nightwish: *pout* I need to do my job.

Rodimus: She downed a bottle of Nightmare Fuel.

Ratchet: ... *one-handed facepalm*

Nightwish: Actually, I drank the whole stash.

Rodimus and Ratchet: *share dumbstruck looks*

Nightwish: It's neutralized.

Ratchet: ... *headshake*

Rodimus: *freaking out* Ratchet! Do something!

Ratchet: There's no need to.

Rodimus: *boggling*

Nightwish: The kids are leaving. C'mon, Roddy. Stop being a dork. *glances at Ratchet, and then goes over to look into the sling at the itty bitty person it contains*

Kriti: *sleeping with her hugmonster*

Ratchet: *will give Rodimus a good whap upside the head* Circulate, Rodimus. She's fine.

Nightwish: *soft snerk as she hears a clear chuckle from the tiny in the sling*

Rodimus: *SULK*

Nightwish: *looks over* Rodimus, the kids?

Rodimus: *blink* Right. Let's go.

Nightwish: *quick hug for Ratchet, and then slips past him and out of the room. Can't help but snerk as bots scatter in all directions at sight of her* Guys. There's not going to be any boom, okay?

something outside: *BOOM!*

Nightwish: Other than Brainstorm.

Ratchet: *facepalm* I don't even want to know what she tried feeding Road Train.

Rodimus: ... *snickerfit*

Nightwish: *as she starts toward the main airlock with one mech to either side of her* Actually, the local Brainstorm bought her some toys.

Ratchet: .... *more facepalm*

Kriti: *itty bitty chuckle*

Rodimus: *trying to get a good look at babby now that he can hear her!*

Nightwish: *pauses when they reach the corridor where Swerve's family lives and looks through the door, then pokes the trigger* Swerve? Rise and shine!

Swerve: *can be heard complaining about his head hurting*

Ee-Chirr: *can be heard warbling and singing quietly as she tries to coax Swerve off of his recharge berth*

Ratchet: *soft snort*

Rodimus: *snickerfit* It's a good thing you're both off duty.

Nightwish: Eee-Chirr's not drunk. She's just trying to cheer him up. *thumps the wall a couple times* Swerve! You're losing customers!

Swerve: *falls off of his berth*

Ee-Chirr: *startled squeak and looks down at him*

Ratchet: *over to check on Swerve*

Nightwish: Want us to tell Verity to wait for you to come say goodbye? *has turned to go on*

Ratchet: *nods as he scans Swerve*

Nightwish: 'Kay. *checks for fiancé and then strides off down the hall*

Rodimus: *snickering muchly as he follows Nightwish*

Nightwish: *walks in near silence as they make their way past happy bots loudly discussing plans for the day, then sidesteps suddenly*

Trunk: ACK! *just slammed into the ship's captain in the course of his gleeful retreat from his creator's insistence that he has to drink the plain energon for breakfast*

Rodimus: *squawk*

Ambulon: Trunk! Come back here! *startled sound when he sees who the youngster ran into* *hurrying over to make sure Rodimus isn't hurt*

Trunk: I'm really sorry, Mister. Don't try to get up, okay? *down on one knee with a hand on Rodimus' chest*

Nightwish: *smirking as she leans against the wall with her arms crossed*

Rodimus: ... What hit me? *just a bit dazed*

Ambulon: *working quickly to repair the Prime, apologizing profusely*

Nightwish: A newborn kid.

Trunk: Oh no, ma'am. I'm over 12 hours old! :D

Ambulon: *making Rodimus reboot*

Nightwish: Hey, Ambulon? *looking down the hall and through a wall*

Ambulon: *looks up just as Rodimus finishes rebooting* Yes, Ultra Magnus?

Nightwish: Actually, right now I'm Nightwish. And Septentrio's leading the escape charge his brother was decoying.

Trunk: Meep!

Ambulon: *on his feet and yelling for the remaining troublemakers*

Trunk: *follows Dad!*

Nightwish: *quiet snerk and looks at Rodimus*

Rodimus: ... What was that about?

Nightwish: Ambulon's trying to make the kids drink plain low grade for breakfast. They're making a break for it to go find some sunshine or something good tasting.

Rodimus: Plain low grade's gross.

Nightwish: *snerks and steps away from the wall to offer him a hand up* It's good for you.

Rodimus: *will reach for the offered hand* It's still gross.

Nightwish: *lifts him to his feet, then burps softly and snerks about it as she turns to go the last little distance to the airlock*

Rodimus: *laughing now*

Nightwish: What's the big idea freaking out, anyway? *watches Grimlock exit the ship up ahead*

Rodimus: Nightmare Fuel's dangerous stuff.

Nightwish: *as she passes through the open airlock and pauses to watch Raoul exchange snark with the gruff Dinobot leader* And you know what I am.

Rodimus: *ducking his head slightly* *quietly* I still worry.

Nightwish: *quiet too* You have to accept me as I am if we're going to work out, Roddy. *quiet too, and still watching the snark, which Verity has joined now

Rodimus: *very slight frown. Will lean against you, Nightwish*

Nightwish: *turns her head and looks at him with those eyes of molten gold* Nothing short of a sun could destroy me.

Verity: Hey, Rodimus! *walks over* You have gotta stop letting Oscar Meyer weenies aboard this ship.

Rodimus: *can't help the snicker that just escaped* What are you talking about?

Verity: I'm talkin' about that big loser that just left, and this one. *elbow aimed at Raoul's chest misses as he steps aside smoothly*

Serena: *laughs*

Rodimus: *laughing as well*

Raoul: *finger through the back loop on Verity's jean shorts, and jerks upward sharply*

Verity: *startled squawk, will try and wallop Raoul now*

Raoul: *laughs and jeers in Spanish as he dodges the swing, then acks as Serena pokes him in the side before scampering away*

qBrainstorm: *dryly* If you're done playing... *keeping an optic on Brainstorm while she tinkers with everything he brought for her*

Land Skimmer: *hopping in place out there* Yeah! Hurry up! I wanna introduce you to my family already!!!

Raoul: *snerks and goes out to grin up at qBrainstorm* Hey, keep your shorts on, Grandpa!

qBrainstorm: ... Grandpa? *confused*

Serena: Creator's creator. It means he's calling you old.

Raoul: ...Tattletale. *snerk*

Serena: o.0?

qBrainstorm: *stern look for Raoul* That will be enough of that. Does your guardian know you are accompanying us, youngling?

Raoul: *looks up with sudden surprise and pausing in mid Serena squish hug* What the *beep* kinda question's that?

Land Skimmer: Brainstorm just doesn't wanna hafta fight anyone at the end of the day.

Raoul: *indignation still clear as his surprise fades* I don't jerk Tracks around like that.

qBrainstorm: *small nod* Very well.

Nightwish: *still watching Ambulon chase his sons around in the distance, but elbows Rodimus to remind him why he's here*

Rodimus: *startled squawk*

Ratchet: *catching up with everyone*

Nightwish: You two are telling the kids goodbye. Remember?

Rodimus: Oh, right. *looks to Raoul, Serena, and Verity* Don't do anything I wouldn't do twice. *grin*

Verity: *cracking up now*

Ratchet: *one with his facepalm*

Land Skimmer: *cheers*

Raoul: *as Serena laughs* Yeeeah right.

Rodimus: I want pictures, guys. *grin*

Verity: Yeah, yeah. *rolls her eyes, but is grinning*

Ratchet: Be good, Verity.

Verity: Don't worry about me, Ratch. Just make sure Minimus doesn't do anything stupid.

Nightwish: Minimus is on his bed with a datapad and a big bowlful of packing peanuts.

Verity: ... Packing peanuts? *raised brow*

Rodimus: *gives his fiancée a quizzical look*

Nightwish: *produces one of the pale blue items in question* Transformer popcorn. *smirk*

Ratchet: *blink. Blink*

Verity: *cracking up now*

Land Skimmer: ... What's popcorn?

Raoul: *goes running down the ramp* I'll tell you on the way, let's get this show on the road!

Serena: *follows him with a squee and more laughter*

Verity: Ack! Wait for me! *hurrying after Serena and Raoul*

qBrainstorm: *headshake* *to Nightwish* When should we return the children?

Nightwish: *looks at Rodimus* Tracks just told Raoul to call him and tell him when they started back. And Grok told Serena to stay by the other kids.

Ratchet: And Verity promised she would call when they start back. *got the promise from the teen this morning as he checked over Minimus*

Nightwish: I'm not the CO2 right now, Roddy, remember?

Rodimus: *blink* Oh. Right. Er... Back by nigthfall? *looks to see if that's alright*

Ratchet: *nod of agreement* Or as soon as they're too tired to want to have fun.

Nightwish: *snerk* *thinks that'll take awhile with those kids*

qBrainstorm: *soft snort* We'll have them back before dark.

Rodimus: Make it so! :D

Nightwish: *face palm*

Raoul: *just found out Land Skimmer has a horn* *only you have to poke her in the seat to let it off!*

Land Skimmer: *SO MORTIFIED*

qBrainstorm: *snort. Will transform and move to lead the way*

Nightwish: Hey, Ratchet?

Ratchet: *looks over* Yes, Nightwish?

Nightwish: *points over toward the Ambulon rodeo*

Ratchet: *looks. Sigh* I'll go sort that out, then.

Nightwish: See you later. *looks for Rodimus, finds him snarking with Brainstorm and pokes him*

Rodimus: Awk!

Nightwish: *brow quirk* *pokes him in a spot that often causes horns to go off*

Rodimus: *JUMP* *horn blares*

Nightwish: .>D

Road Train: *looking over quizzically, one hand on Brainstorm to make sure she doesn't try to sneak off while he's distracted*

Rodimus: *going to try and find where you're ticklish now, Nightwish!*

Nightwish: *elbow, poke* Breakfast's serving in Swerve's.

Rodimus: *grin* Cool. *back to trying to tickle you, Nightwish*

Nightwish: *elbow, elbow, turn to walk inside*


a few moments later, in Swerve's


Perceptor: *lecturing on a scientific topic to his children as they eat mineral supplements for breakfast*

Zephyr: *munching cinna mush and listening intently*

Hawking: *absently gnawing on the edge of her bowl, eyes wide and fixed on her father's face*

Kia: *also intent, her spoon forgotten halfway to her mouth, and her other hand holding a bit of pet food just out of reach of the two hug monsters, who are singing to the babies and happy with the knowledge that breakfast will come to them some time or other*

Perceptor: *really getting into the lecture, and there goes his stylus. Again*

girl monster: *catch! Fetch!* *again*

Calypso: *singing something she picked up over the airwaves. Has a pretty voice, especially for things that AREN'T shanties*

Nightwish: *looks over as the door opens* Hi, Swerve! Ultra Magnus got that stuff you took from Trailbreaker.

Swerve: What'd Ultra Magnus do with it? *worried*

Nightwish: *pokes Rodimus in his chipmunk cheek full of cinna mush* Drank it.

Swerve: *boggling as Rodimus struggles not to sputter his fuel*

Nightwish: It was pretty rank. *looks over at where Red Alert is giving orders to his team for the day as he feeds Mavis*

Firestar: *eating botmado mud and watching the shoulder angels talk to one another as they feed themselves cat food sausages*

Inferno: *can of mud upended over his face. Mouth open, and hand slapping the back of the can*

Red Alert: *helping Firestar with the botmato mud*

Swerve: I'd heard that... *looks to where Nightwish is looking* *snerk*

Inferno: *startled sound and a jolt of surprise over his bond with his family*

Firestar: *spitakes her botmado mud at the jolt* 0.0

Red Alert: *startles badly* 0_0

Swerve: *hurrying over in case he needs to shove a cookie in Red's mouth*

Inferno: *blinks a couple times, and then puts a hand in front of his face and starts to cry quietly*

Red Alert's team: *concerned expressions for the sparklet*

Red Alert: *moving to comfort Inferno, clicking softly*

Swerve: *will help with that*

Firestar: *hand on Inferno's free one*

Rodimus: *worried* Wonder what happened?

Nightwish: *quietly* He accidentally dumped his breakfast. *will spare the big sparklet and not relate all the details of his mishap*

Rodimus: *confused* He's crying about that?

Nightwish: *still quiet* It confused him. Everything's new to him yet.

Rodimus: ... Aww.

Nightwish: *nods, and then looks over to where Tracks is sitting beside the reclining wheelchair that holds Flashpoint, and is chatting with the Mack woman about the cookies they're eating. Slight smile, and then turns toward the door*

Rodimus: *looks toward the door curiously*

door: *opens several minutes later to admit Grok, who is beaming and has his arm around the shoulders of a cloaked figure a little shorter than himself*

Grok: *brings his companion over to Rodimus and Nightwish's table* Captain, I went to the nexusssss to report to my commander.

Rodimus: *blink blink* *grin* Cool. How'd it go?

Grok: Asss usual. But then I met ssssomeone on the porch of the Black Dog.

Nightwish: *slight smile*

Rodimus: ... *bigger grin* Grok, did you get a girlfriend?

Grok: No, sssir. Sssshe has married me. *hugs the cloaked young woman close, his joy very apparent*

Rodimus: *jaw drops*

Grok: *as his bride pushes back her hood to display pale grey eyes and a face jaggedly painted with a black patch that covers half of it* Ssssir, this is Ssssseela.

Nightwish: *smile grows slightly when she sees just how beautiful Grok feels his new wife to be*

Rodimus: *grin* Nice to meet you Seela. *is totally going to call for a round of drinks for everyone*

Seela: *lowers her head slightly, her eyes showing a calm and dignified smile* Thhhank you, Captain. *and then squints one eye closed as her husband gives in to the urge to snuzzle* *amused and enjoying this outgoing affection*

Rodimus: *moving to get up so he can call for drinks for everyone*

Seela: *quizzical look for her new husband, the tip of her tail curling*

Grok: *nods to her, his crimson eyes sparkling with his smile*

Nightwish: //Eee-Chirr, where are you?//

Ee-Chirr: //Trying to find my boot.//

Nightwish: //Well hurry, or you'll miss your brother's wedding toast.//

Ee-Chirr: //...// *says something that is likely incredibly crude*

Nightwish: //You do realize I understood that?// *glances at Grok as he softly expresses amusement at his cuddlebug kissying Seela*

Ee-Chirr: *closes her comm with a click* *will arrive a few minutes later sans boot* *also has a Poppet with her*

Grok: *turns toward her* Ssssister, look!

Seela: *curious glance, though that calm dignity is still very apparent*

Ee-Chirr: *polite greeting for the woman her brother is with*

Seela: *softly, with a slight head bow* I am honoured to meet the ssssister of my hhhusssband.

Ee-Chirr: Likewissse. *will hug and gently snuzzle*

Seela: *hunkers down gracefully to return the embrace. Though her fourteen foot height makes her look tiny next to her sixteen foot tall husband, she towers over Eee-Chirr*

Ee-Chirr: *is she purring? YES SHE IS*

Seela: *wobbles slightly in her crouch as Poppet presses up against her side, but braces herself with her tail* *softly* Thhhank you.

Rodimus: *on the table now* Next round of drinks is on me!!!

Nightwish: Okay. *SPLOSH!*

Trailbreaker: *laughs and throws his too*

Jazz: *throws her drink glass and all*

Flashpoint: *scores a hit on the back of Rodimus' head with her glass*

Rodimus: *PWNED*

Grok: *looking around with a stern frown, and then turns to Red Alert for orders*

Red Alert: *facepalming*

Firestar: *quietly* Ratchet wouldn't let Nightwish be Ultra Magnus today. You're in charge of security.

Nightwish: *wiping the flavoured oil off her captain*

Red Alert: *sigh* *moves to get up so he can approach the table Rodimus is at*

Trailbreaker, Jazz, and Ironhide: *wincing and looking worried for the captain now*

Calypso: *mournfully* What a waste o' good fuel.

Nightwish: *offers her the wiping cloth*

Red Alert: *sternly* Everyone who threw a glass with their drink is confined to the ship for the rest of the day.

Tracks: You do realize that Flashpoint couldn't have left it anyway?

Red Alert: ... *looks* *small frown as he thinks*

Flashpoint: *regrets nothing*

Tracks: Though... that was my glass, and I'd already finished the drink. *quirks a brow and glances at his table companion*

Flashpoint: Di'n't wanna waste fuel. *innocent grin*

Red Alert: *facepalms again*

Tracks: So you didn't throw a drink. *amused*

Flashpoint: Nope.

Tracks: *languid hand flap* Run along, Red. You're not needed here.

Red Alert: *annoyed huff. Will move to inform Jazz that she's restricted to the ship for the rest of the day*

Jazz: *pouts, and then meeps as Ironhide slaps her in the head and grumbles at her*

Nightwish: *pat patting Rodimus' face after scanning him* Wake up, doofus. There's a woman chewing on the cloth I just wiped you with.

Rodimus: *rebooting with a soft groan*

Calypso: *muffled comment*

Nightwish: *pokes Rodimus in the horn honk spot*

Rodimus: *AWAKE* *horn blares*

Calypso: *startles*

Tsubasa: *quiet little giggle from where she's sitting on Daddy's hand*

Perceptor's kids: *glance over, and then return their attention to their dad*

Perceptor and Kia: *startled looks toward the beep*

Nightwish: *laughing*

Flashpoint: *laughing and wincing as parts protest being shaken*

Inferno: *uncertain looks to his family to see how he should react to this*

Firestar: *head on table, shoulders shaking slightly*

Red Alert: *amused headshake, will return to the table to resume breakfast*

Swerve: *laughing and slapping his leg now*

Beauty: *headtilty. Not sure why that sound the crazy guy made was funny*

Benny: *soft, questioning "eeeeeeeeeeeer?" sound to Master*

Mavis: *standing and staring, but then starts jumping up and down and beeping*

every other hugmonster in the place: *soon doing like Mavis*

Perceptor: *staring at his family's two monsters* ...

Red Alert: *to Benny* It's nothing to be worried about.

Benny: *chirps his understanding, then dips the end of a sausage in mustard and offers it to Beauty*

Rodimus: What the $##$#$%#$%?!

Nightwish: You started a riot, Roddy.

Rodimus: ... *facepalm*

Seela: *peering down at the captain curiously as her husband talks to his sister*

Perceptor: *trying to calm Killer and his friend down*

Calypso: *squirms as a couple of hugmonsters vacate her to scold*

Flashpoint: *is that soft snickering in the background as her hugmonster looks around with confusion*

Rodimus: *sighs and moves to sit up* Great.

Nightwish: *gently pats Rodimus' shoulder. On the good side, you didn't spill your breakfast, or your drink.

Rodimus: *looks, grins* Sweet!

Flashpoint: *going to try and tug Tracks closer to her. Wants to claim him as hers*

Tracks: *distracted by amusing shenanigans happening all around him* Hmmm? Do you want something, darling?

Flashpoint: *quietly, feeling a bit wiped out from throwing the glass* Y'u're mahn.

Tracks: *blinks* Your what?

Flashpoint: *circulates for a few moments before speaking, making sure she's talking loudly enough to be heard by at least three people nearby* Y'u. 'Re. Mahn.

Calypso: *drops the cloth* Saw it!

WakeJumper: *looks over from where she's trying to feed Eclipse some breakfast* Saw it, too.

Downrush: I saw it! :D *flings a spoonful of mush at Frostbite*

Frostbite: *cusses brother out but good*

Deluge: I saw it too.

Rodimus: *looks over, confused* Saw what?

Nightwish: 0.0 Um. Flashpoint. He has no idea what you're doing. Bots on Cybertron didn't get married.

Rewind: *gets it! Starts cackling*

Memoranda: :D

Flashpoint: ... *so surprised*

Rodimus: *boggles. And then he's cracking up*

Tracks: Get married! *utter shock!*

Downrush: Well, it's not like she's not pretty.

Nightwish: Yeah, but as far as these guys knew, there were no girls and guys.

Tracks: *sputter*

Downrush: ... Right. Forgot that.

Flashpoint: *hunkering down now* *quietly* 'E's pretteh, too... 'N 'e's got nahce wings.

WakeJumper: *looks to Tracks* Dude. You just got complemented by a Mack.

Tracks: *blinks his way out of gobsmack and looks at Flashpoint* ...Nice wings?

Flashpoint: *small nod*

Tracks: *sees the sadness on her face and leans over to comfort her with a gentle, awkward pat*

Flashpoint: *acts on impulse and tries to pull him down for snuggles*

Tracks: Meep! *winds up wedged next to her in her chair*

Flashpoint: *happy now*

Tracks: Er. I'm laying on your wing.

Downrush: Kiss him, Flash!

Flashpoint: *kisses Tracks, gentle snuzzle*

Tracks: Meep! Hmmmm... *blinking with wonder at that surge of energy he just picked up*

Downrush: *rowdy cheer*

WakeJumper: *cheers*

Eclipse: *cheers as well*

Nightwish: *elbows Rodimus, hinting that he should do something here*

Rodimus: Er... C'mon, you two. *moving to try and break up the snog fest*

Flashpoint: *that won't be necessary, as she just conked out* *she's still going to cling to Tracks though*

Tracks: *slightly drunken blinking at Rodimus* I have no idea what to do here.

Rodimus: I'll help you take her back to the infirmary.

Tracks: She wasn't in the infirmary. *gently tries to disengage himself from the red Mack's arms*

Rodimus: *blink blink* She wasn't?

Flashpoint: *soft sound, doesn't want to let you go, Tracks*

Tracks: *quietly* Eeep... *normal voice* No. She spent the night in the same habsuite as Raoul and I did.

Rodimus: *blink. Blink!* Huh. *will try to help Tracks get free*

Flashpoint: *bleary protest*

Tracks: No, stop. I'm going to aggravate her damage. *grimacing with embarrassment and concern*

Rodimus: ... Well, darn. *frown*

Tracks: It's alright. I think... I need to recharge myself. *shutters optics*

Rodimus: *looks to Nightwish* Halp?

Nightwish: *walks over and very gently tickles Flashpoint's near wing*

Flashpoint: *squirms and protests quietly*

Nightwish: *glances at Rodimus. You see what to do?*

Rodimus: *will try that then*

Flashpoint* whines and tries to get away from the sensations* *as she does so, she lets go of Tracks*

Nightwish: *picks Tracks up and sets him on his feet*

Tracks: *confused blinking*

Flashpoint: *confused sound*

Nightwish: //Ratchet. You've got a patient in Swerve's who needs help getting back to her habsuite.//

Ratchet: *grumbling over comms* //I'm on my way.//

WakeJumper: *done feeding Eclipse, who has decided her back is fascinating and needs to be looked at and talked about* Do you need 'em moved, boss?

Nightwish: *glances over with surprise* //Wake says she can do it, Doc.//

Rodimus: *looks over* Can you do it without hurting Flashpoint?

WakeJumper: Yeah. Who do you think carries Calypso's leadaft when she's too drunk to walk straight?

Calypso: *rude hand gesture*

Eclipse: *giggles and apes it*

Tracks: *face palm. Weeeble* Ratchet's going to love what you've taught the sprog.

WakeJumper: At least it's not actual curses. *grins as she moves to approach*

Tracks: I don't think it makes much difference. *turns and squints at Flashpoint as she says something*

Flashpoint: *softly* Pretty wings... *zonked femme is zonked*

Tracks: *blush* *looks sideways at Rodimus*

Rodimus: *soft snerk*

WakeJumper: *chuckles and moves to carefully lift Tracks and Flashpoint*

Tracks: *slight flail* Put me down.

Nightwish: *hides her smirk behind her hand*

Flashpoint: *whimpers quietly*

WakeJumper: Not happening. *smirk*

Tracks: *thunder starts forming on his face*

Nightwish: *elbows Rodimus*

Rodimus: Tracks, just let her take you back to your habsuite.

Tracks: *sigh* Oh, very well. *goes limp and pouts. Then peeks up at Eclipse as the sparklet pats him on the head*

WakeJumper: *will bring Tracks and Flashpoint to the habsuite, Eclipse a happy babble on her back* *to Tracks* We were just griefing you about the whole 'saw it' thing. You didn't claim her, so it's not official or anything.

Tracks: *frowns up at her* What are you talking about?

WakeJumper: She *indicates the zonked Mack* was trying to claim you as her wordmate.

Tracks: *sniff* Well I have no need of any form of spouse.

Flashpoint: *sigh* Pretteh...

WakeJumper: *amused* Well, at any rate, she thinks you're attractive.

Tracks: Well that's obvious.

WakeJumper: ... You really don't get how odd this situation is, do you?

Tracks: *frowns* Considering Autobots don't even have relationships, except for a few freaks like Chromedome and Rewind?

WakeJumper: Macks around here usually go for other Macks. If they don't find any of their own kind attractive, it's almost always another flier. I can count on one servo the number of times a Mack's gone for someone whose primary alt mode isn't normally associated with flight.

Tracks: So I'm supposed to be honoured, or something?

WakeJumper: That's up to you. Thing is, Flashpoint's always been weird. But she is right. You are attractive.

Tracks: *sniff* Everyone knows that.

WakeJumper: *very careful shrug* Give it some thought. *will move to open the door to the habsuite*

Tracks: I don't see any reason to. *looks toward the opening door*

WakeJumper: 'Kay. *will move to set Tracks on his feet once she's in the habsuite* Which berth's hers?

Tracks: She was using that one. *points to the larger one, which holds a large tarp*

WakeJumper: *moves to tuck Flashpoint in on the berth*

Eclipse: Lady thinks you're pretty. *nodnod* Wants to keep you.

Tracks: *lightly, as he turns away to go lay on his own recharge slab* Oh well...

tarp: *is the fancy heated kind*

WakeJumper: *will make sure the tarp's working*

Flashpoint: *slightly breathless murmur as she slips into recharge*

Tracks: *settles onto his side with his face to the wall*

WakeJumper: *will quietly leave, making sure the door isn't locked on her way out*

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