Nexus. Mall and the Black Dog Porch. More Microns Part 2

[dens_extra_pups]

Continued from here



Ordnance: *says a bad word and stops rubbing Mira's back as he looks around with interest*

Bullet: *snerking as Chase holds onto her protectively*

Mira: *pouts as she begins to sit up* *looks around* What the *bleep*?

Bullet: Welcome to the nexus mall. *wide grin*

Ordnance: *watches a big red and white bot walk past* *blue air of impressedness!*

Mira: *soft snort*

Bullet: That's another Cybertronian. Only from some other kinda reality.

Chase: *stares at her blankly*

Mira: What's that guy's name? *guessing it's a guy*

Bullet: *bleep* if I know. *looks around, and then looks over the nearby railing at the people walking around on the level below*

Ordnance: *amazed grin as he watches the sheer variety of people here* Hey, a wookie.

Mira: What? Where? *looking*

Ordnance: *points to the being, who has pale golden fur with a few black streaks and a large white mark* I think it's a dame.

Mira: *impressed sound* Cool.

Chase: *soft amazement* An andalite!

Mira: Bhuh? *looks*

Chase: *watching the slender blue woman as she trots down the way, followed by a bouncing little child of the same race*

Ordnance: *curiously* What're they from?

Mira: Some book series... Mama tried to get me interested in it when I was a kid. *shrug*

Bullet: *casually* Klingon.

Ordnance and Chase: *nearly getting whiplash* Where???

Mira: *startled squawk*

Ordnance and Chase: *staring with amazed fan awe at the tall man with the ridged head*

Mira: *just spotted something* Worgen!

Sideswipe: *looks over with a grin* Only two bucks for a picture with her.

Ordnance: *looks up at Mira* You wanna picture, babe?

Mira: *nod* Yeah. *small grin*

Ordnance: *jumps her down, and then looks at Bullet and Chase*

Bullet: Meet you back here in an hour.

Ordnance: Sure. *grins and turns to Mira*

Mira: *stretch, transform*

Sideswipe: Oh. You're a bot. *grin* *then takes the money from the last person to stand for a picture*

Mira: Yup. *quick peek to check on Belinda*

Belinda: *issa sleep*

Ordnance: *looks at her* *softly* You want me in it too?

Mira: *nods, reaching for your hand now, Ordnance*

Ordnance: Should I change?

Mira: If you want to.

Ordnance: *does. Then takes the hand*

Mira: *small little grin*

Ordnance: *quick kiss for the grin, and then heads for the worgen*

Mirden: *polite nod for the couple, will show the two bots where to stand*

Mira: *so much glee, wings fluttering happily*

Ordnance: Wait. Where's the rat? We should have her in this.

Mira: Oh! *getting Belinda out*

Sideswipe: *startled and gleeful perk* That's not a rat. That's a raptor!

Ordnance: *studies the little glimmersprite* Yeah?

Mira: Her name's Belinda. She's a glimmersprite.

Sideswipe: *gentle finger touches the tiny muzzle* She's still a raptor.

Belinda: *sniffs the finger to see if there is food held on it*

Sideswipe: *silent gleespazz*

Mirden: *slight smile as she watches her husband*

Mira: *to the guy she doesn't know* So what do we call you?

Sideswipe: Huh? Oh, I'm Sideswipe. This is Mirden. And that's Uther at the camera.

Uther: *intently fiddling with Horsey'Jack's camera, which the bigger equine lent to him*

Mira: Gotcha. *no, she has no clue about you, Sideswipe*

Sideswipe: Okay, stand over here. Big guy here... There! ACK! Uther, STOP taking shots of my butt!

Uther: *giggle*

Ordnance: *thinks that's hilarious*

Mira: *snickerfit*

Mirden: Uther, behave.

Uther: Yes, Mama.

Sideswipe: *scoots out of the way* Okay, now take the picture.

Uther: *gets a picture of three very amused grins*

Mirden: *quiet for a few moments as she listens to things unseen*

Sideswipe: *back over* Another dollar for her to autograph it?

Ordnance: *snorts at him, and then looks quizzically to Mira to see if she wants that*

Mira: *small headshake. Is happy with the picture*

Sideswipe: Okay. *goes and gets it, then looks at his wife and sees her expression* Uh? What do you hear?

Ordnance: *frowns and looks at the worgen woman*

Mirden: *calmly* It's nothing to worry about. The spook has been visiting the blanket factory.

Ordnance: Should've known Bates knew this place. *hands over the dollars*

Mirden: I have seen her here a few times.

Sideswipe: She comes to visit her alter sister. There's a Legacy that lives here. *turns his head* Sunstreaker, your pants leg's caught in your shoe!

Sunstreaker: *insulting gesture and adjusts the pant leg without pausing*

Mira: *snort*

Mirden: *amused as she listens to more things* *will save what she learned about the little green woman and her ties to Sunstreaker for when Sideswipe is drinking something and is facing his brother*

Ordnance: *distracted* Oh, hey. Look, babe. That place says it sells transforming clothes.

Sideswipe: *grins* Mirden's wearing their stuff right now.

Mirden: *nods and returns to her human form, the tunic, pants, and shoes she's wearing shifting to suit her smaller stature and form*

Mira: Ooo, cool.

Ordnance: *scans, and then grunts as Sideswipe hits him*

Sideswipe: Don't scan a lady without asking, you jerk!

little green bot: *runs over and starts a scoldy clickstorm*

Chromia: Ack! Mira! Don't run away! *hurrying after her bitty*

Mira: *startles*

lbMira: *so much scoldies!*

Ordnance: Sorry. *doesn't look it, but now he's distracted by the newcomer, who is almost the same height as his girlfriend* *humorously* Hey. Cut me some slack. I was curious.

lbMira: *more scoldies! Then notices the other green lady* *chirp?*

Mira: ... Er, hi?

Chromia: *down to one knee* Lookit that, Mira. You found a sister.

Ordnance: *brows up!*

Mira: *jaw drops*

lbMira: *chirp chirp chirp!*

Ordnance: ...Car alarm? *so surprised and tickled by this happening that he can't really think of anything good to say*

Sideswipe: *still moody, but his wife has an arm around him* That's my alter niece, Mira.

lbMira: *reaching for the bigger her. Knows this isn't Aunty Hormah's Mira*

Mira: *looking a bit lost now* Er...

Chromia: *to the taller and older Mira* What's wrong?

Mira: *such a lost expression on her face* She's me?

Chromia: *nods* She's how you came out in her original reality.

lbMira: *hugs NOW*

Mira: *startled blurt of Italian*

Chromia: She won't hurt you. She's just a baby.

Mira: *wings up with surprise as she absently slips Belinda through the subspace door* A baby...

lbMira: *snuggle and purr*

Chromia: *nods* Only a little over a year old.

Mira: ... And she's already almost the same size as me. *so surprised*

Chromia: *slight smile* She'll be as tall as I am.

Mira: *boggle*

lbMira: Bigbig.

Mira: *stupidly* Wow.

Chromia: Well, maybe a little smaller than me. Her first mama was only fourteen foot tall. *watches her baby quietly* But the grown Mira I know is taller than Showtime.

Mira: *can't contain the slight wibble she just did*

lbMira: *sensed the wibble. Bweees in sympathy*

Chromia: *quickly* What's wrong?

Mira: *quietly* It's... It's nothing.

lbMira: *scoldy!*

Chromia: *frowns* That's not what my Mira says.

Sideswipe: She doesn't back down. You better spill it.

Mira: *softly, after a moment's pause where she bites her lower lip* I never knew my first parents...

Chromia: Are you sure you had parents other than Primus?

Mira: ... *hadn't considered that*

Chromia: I didn't.

Mira: *thinking hard about parents now, optics flash as a file comes up*

Chromia: Mira? *touches her gently*

lbMira: *bweee?*

Sideswipe: *realizes his wife has walked off, meeps and follows*

Mira: *slight start* *quietly, sounding a bit awed* Primus sent the Microns in my reality out for learning about the universe...

Chromia: *chuckles quietly* There's your parent.

lbMira: Pwimus is Daddy! :D

Chromia: *delighted sound and records the memory of those words, and then sends them to her husband*

Ironhide: *amused and pleased response* //She's going to need more datachips soon.//

Chromia: *happy agreement, and then turns her attention back to the small Mira that her baby is cuddling*

Mira: *going over more files as she thinks of things to ask* *optics a bit bright now*

lbMira: *poke in a ticklish spot. You're being boring, sissy*

Mira: *startled squeak*

lbMira: *squeakerfit and giggles*

Mira: Hey, what was that for? *doesn't realize she's pouting*

lbMira: *chatter squeak!*

Mira: *thrrp* *blinks and looks up at Chromia* Showtime?

Chromia: Hmm? Yes. What about her?

Mira: I've met the one from my reality... She's my sister.

Chromia: *blinks* So who's Sunstreaker?

Mira: ... I have no idea. I didn't meet 'em.

Chromia: Because in my Mira's reality Showtime was her first mother, and Sunstreaker was her father.

Mira: ... Huh.

Ordnance: *stops by her side and gives a gentle push to a large pink tricycle* Heyyyy, look at this! *grins at lbMira*

Chromia: *surprised sound*

lbMira: *headtilty, chirp?*

Ordnance: *has some kind of huge case on his back, but he bends down to give the baby bot a closer grin* This is for you. Your own wheels.

trike: *is meant for large children. Has a basket on the front, streamers on the handle bars, and a high back on the seat*

lbMira: *chirrrrup?* *headtilty*

Mira: *very slight smile as she watches the baby bot scoot over to the trike and examine it curiously*

Ordnance: *points to the seat* Your butt goes there. *points to the handlebars* And your hands go there.

lbMira: *gonna taste-test the handlebars!*

Mira: *very soft snerk, hand over mouth*

Ordnance: ...Okay. You can polish it first.

Mira: *arm around Ordnance's waist*

Ordnance: *grins at her, his optics twinkling*

Chromia: *will see if she can pick her Mira up* Here. Let me help you.

lbMira: *chirps happily at Mama*

Chromia: *soft chuckle for her baby and sits the little one in the seat, then stands and takes the remote from its holder on the back of the seat and powers the tricycle forward a little ways* What do you think, Mira?

lbMira: *so much surprised squeakerfit*

Chromia: *grinning now* Do you like it?

lbMira: *chatterbox! Excited wiggles*

Ordnance: *rumbles a chuckle* I bet you get tired of being carried all the time.

lbMira: *chirp!*

Chromia: *gently* What do you say, Mira?

lbMira: *think think think!* Tankyuu!

Mira: *softly* Awww.

Ordnance: You're welcome. *grins up at Chromia and winks*

Chromia: *laughs and gives Mira a look that says she needs to take her mech in hand* Thank you for the wheels. My husband wants to see them and approve them.

Ordnance: *laughs and waves* You're welcome too. Bye. *looks at Mira, optics twinkling*

Mira: *as her bitty counterpart chirps happily* Let's get going...

Ordnance: Hold on. *takes a box out from under his other arm and presents it to her with both hands* Don't you want yours?

Mira: *blink* *gentle slug on the shoulder*

Ordnance: *laughs* What?

Mira: You... *hug*

Ordnance: Urk. Box to the gut. *but he chuckles and snuzzles her helm* Aren't you going to open it?

Mira: *will reach for the box*

Ordnance: *hands the big flat box over, his grin bright and happy*

Mira: *will work on getting the box open*

paper: *comes off easily. Stinker he may be, but Ordnance doesn't seem fond of over taping things*

Mira: *soon has the box open, wings up with surprise* *wasn't sure what to expect, but the orange unicycle-looking thing isn't it* What's this? *curious*

Ordnance: It's a car for you. *grin* The video in there showed people getting through a crowd and getting places pretty fast. The guy said athletic people can usually ride them pretty easily.

Mira: *amused grin* Wonder how much Fury'd yell if I rode it through the Helicarrier.

Ordnance: *interested expression* Hmmm.

Mira: *leans in to kiss him*

Ordnance: *is happy with this! Snuzzles her after, and then grins down at her* We should go see that place with transforming clothes.

Mira: Is it close?

Ordnance: *points to the shop next to the one where he bought the trike and the gaus wheel*

Mira: *grin* Let's go see what they've got. Maybe I'll be able to find a lighter weight bulletproof vest, so Papi can stop worrying about me.

Ordnance: Sounds like a plan. *grin*

Mira: *will move to tug Ordnance toward the clothes shop, tucking the gaus wheel under one arm until she can get some straps so she can secure it to her back while in alt mode*

Ordnance: *looking at the things in the shop window* ...Do people really dress like that?

Mira: *looks at the variety of fantastical outfits* ... Er, I guess?

Ordnance: *wrinkles his nose, but then goes wide-eyed as he watches a woman walk past in one of those outfits that the full time residents of this nexus tend to hate* What the *deleted*???

Mira: ... Ugh. Pass the eye bleach.

Ordnance: *looks at her. Looks at the woman again. Cannot believe his eyes. Finally thinks of something to say* Her tattoo's crooked.

Mira: *SNORT* *has to hang onto you now, Ordnance, she's laughing so hard*

Ordnance: *snapped from gobsmack by her laughter. Grins down at her, and then looks at a passing nexusite as another woman in similar attire passes* Hey, is that actually legal?

Kanae: *sighs and goes to inform the woman about common decency laws*

Chun Li: *pauses and watches* ...How do they sit down without sticking to the seats?

Ordnance: *ded*

Mira: *WHEEZING and cackling now*

Chun Li: *blinks at the noisy mirth, then smiles slightly* Will you survive?

Ordnance: *well, now it's doubtful!*

Mira: *wheezing and leaning heavily on Ordnance now*

Chun Li: *starts to say something else, but then spots Guile and excuses herself to go express her ire to him*

Ordnance: *snort snort, wipe his optics. Groaaaan*

Mira: *circulating air and trying to cool down*

Ordnance: *thoughtfully* You'd look pretty good in that second one. The leather one.

Mira: Then my *butt* would be hanging out.

Ordnance: I could peel you off the seats. *rogue grin as he guides her into the store*

Mira: That'd hurt.

Ordnance: *opens his mouth to say something his mun wouldn't write, but is interrupted by the shop owner walking over and speaking*

shopkeeper: How may I help you, darlings?

Ordnance: o.0

Mira: Er... *blinks a bit and thinks about what she was needing* Oh, yeah. What sort of shoes do you carry?

shopkeeper: *smiles* What sort do you need?

Mira: I'm looking for climbing shoes, and toe shoes.

shopkeeper: Do you mean ballet slippers, love?

Ordnance: *narrow eyes*

Mira: No... I mean the shoes that have individual toe boxes, one for each toe.

Ordnance: *slight growl in his voice* Like foot gloves.

shopkeeper: *totally unfazed by growl! Just gives the big man a sunny smile* Oh! Of course. *to Mira* What colour would you like, darling? Or would you like them to change on command?

Ordnance: *is the guy brain damaged?*

Mira: ... I need 'em in black. Rest of my uniform's black.

shopkeeper: *strides over and opens a drawer, then comes back with what looks like a pair of heavy, calf length, black socks* Here, try these on.

Mira: *raised brow ridge, will move to do so*

shopkeeper: *shows her an elegant little French chair with lion paws, and then goes to get the mirror for looking at shoes*

Ordnance: *takes the gaus wheel and watches, frowning as he scans the shoes*

Mira: *as she watches, the shoes shift and change, becoming a pair of foot gloves that resemble combat boots*

Ordnance: Nanotech. *still studying them*

shopkeeper: *sets up the mirror so that Mira can see the shoes better*

Mira: *will inspect the shoes from all angles, humming softly as she does so, wings fluttering slightly*

shopkeeper: I'm suspecting you have a human alt mode?

Mira: Yeah. *nod*

shopkeeper: *nods himself* Those shoes are my most advanced model. They can form whatever you command them to form. If you'd rather a model with only two or three forms I could show them to you now.

Mira: Those might work better. Keeping things simple.

shopkeeper: Alright. *over he goes to another drawer, and comes back with a shorter pair of socks, these with visible soles* Give these a try, love.

Ordnance: B\

Mira: *will swap out the socks, ignoring the shopkeeper's "love" comment*

shopkeeper: Alright. Tell them what you want.

Mira: *feeling a bit self-conscious now* Black foot gloves

shoes: *form lovely low boots with comfortable, flexible soles*

shopkeeper: How's that?

Ordnance: *watching and frowning*

Mira: *will wiggle her toes* *pleased hum as elastic straps cross over her instep*

shopkeeper: Try them in the other style you want.

Mira: Climbing shoes. *watches, wings fluttering, as the shoes change to a pair of lace-up, hooked toe climbing shoes that fit her feet snugly*

shopkeeper: Oh, lovely! *happy beam*

Ordnance: Is that what you wanted, babe?

Mira: *grin* Yeah. Since most'a my climbin's done on vertical surfaces, I needed somethin' that'll help me get up 'n down easier.

Ordnance: *grins, but then frowns at the shopkeeper* How much?

shopkeeper: These two-style models are seventy five American dollars a pair.

Mira: *wings up with shock. Had been expecting a much higher price*

Ordnance: *stares down at the slenderer man* Are you serious?

shopkeeper: Totally, love. They're only a simple mechanism. They'll never deviate from those two styles again, and they're only basic black matt.

Ordnance: *looks at Mira*

Mira: Works for me. I don't really do fancy dress. That's Coulson's territory, or Romonov's.

shopkeeper: *pause* Oh, do I need to give you a Team discount?

Ordnance: *what?*

Mira: Huh?

shopkeeper: Are you an Avenger, darling?

Mira: *still a bit confused* Yeah... Why?

shopkeeper: Ah. Then your price is seventy.

Mira: ... *so surprised*

shopkeeper: These are for your uniform, aren't they?

Mira: Yeah.

shopkeeper: *nods* Then you're eligible for the discount. *smiles* Is there anything else that I can help you with?

Mira: Do you carry lightweight, (class rating) bulletproof vests?

shopkeeper: Ah no. But you can probably find someone who does at the Black Dog.

Mira: Alright. *small nod, looks to Ordnance for his opinion on the shoes*

Ordnance: *bit of a grin* If that's what you want.

Mira: *small nod, optics sparkling happily*

Ordnance: *hand into subspace for his wallet, but then pauses as the shopkeeper's smile brightens further and is aimed over his head* ...There's something behind me, isn't there?

behind him: *the reason the shopkeeper wasn't frightened by his attempts at being scary*

shopkeeper: Ana! *runs to the huge muscular woman in the modest metal bikini and is picked up and kissed*

Ordnance: *looking up* Whoa. Big dame.

Mira: *boggling*

Ana: *finish greeting the shopkeeper, and then drops him on his feet* *Russian accent mixed with French* I'm going out with Ironhide and Ibrahim. Don't expect me tonight.

shopkeeper: Alright, my little sugar cookie. *infatuated, blushing grin* Have fun.

Ana: *snorts at him and then turns and... flies out in the form of a golden hummingbird*

Ordnance: What the *unprintable*?

Mira: ... *snickerfit*

shopkeeper: *floats to the counter in a happy haze and starts writing on his account book*

Mira: *has the shoes change back to the toe shoes, leans on Ordnance*

shopkeeper: *looks up and smiles at them* Don't mind my wife, darlings. She's just out to spend a little girl time with her friends.

Ordnance: *he thought so. The guy's bats*

Mira: *amused now, and reminded of how her parents can be mushy sometimes* *happy little wing flutter*

Ordnance: Is she human?

shopkeeper: *as he resumes writing* Oh no. She's an imperial Russian ogress- a manifestation of a recessive gene that shows up in the royal family once in a while in our old reality. *dreamy blush again* She rescued me from the tower my uncle locked me into when I turned sixteen.

Ordnance: ...

Mira: ...

shopkeeper: She fed him to wolves too, so my baby brother wound up on the throne. *satisfied sigh* She's so heroic and dreamy.

Ordnance: *looks down at Mira* o.0

Mira: ... If that's what makes you happy, good for you. *just a bit weirded out, but her mother taught her to be polite about things that she didn't understand*

shopkeeper: I've never been so happy in my life. *offers a beautiful little white sheet of paper with a golden edge* Your bill, darling.

Ordnance: *NOT touchin' that*

Mira: *will reach for the paper*

bill: *has the transaction neatly laid out in flowery, old fashioned script*

Mira: *studying it, will quietly relay the information to Ordnance*

Ordnance: *slips her a credit card, his optics twinkling*

Mira: *slight smirk and a friendly hip check* *will offer the card to the shopkeeper*

shopkeeper: *hums as he completes the transaction, the music from some old Russian composer* *then offers back the card and looks at Ordnance* I have a selection of beautiful rings that are impossible to lose.

Ordnance: Nahhhh.

Mira: *confused about that offer, but will ask Ordnance about it later. For now, she'll reach for the offered card, and contemplate returning to alt mode*

Ordnance: Thanks, bro. *arm around Mira and leads her out of the store. Slips something largish into her hand in the process*

Mira: *blinks and looks at what was slipped into her hand*

thing: *an exquisitely sculpted, heavy brass knuckle duster with two names engraved inside a heart on one edge*

Mira: *blink. BLINK!* *so much blush and squee*

Ordnance: *grinning down at her* *and now he'll see about sharing a little energy*

Mira: *snog!*

hsvLumen: *as he passes by* Get a room!

Ordnance: *looks straight up* What the *uncomplimentary* was that?

Squall: That's a Lumen. *now he'll continue on his way back to the blanket factory to get more blankets to deliver*

Ordnance: And they say I'm ugly. *looks at himself, and then decides to change to his human look*

Mira: *soft snork* *returns to alt mode, will gently poke Ordnance in the gut to see what sound he'll make*

Ordnance: *just grins widely* So? Try it on.

Mira: *will carefully slip the knuckle duster on*

Ordnance: How's it fit?

Mira: *will wiggle her fingers experimentally, and clench her hand into a fist before giving Ordnance a curious look* When'd you make this? *guessing*

Ordnance: *rumbly chuckle* I didn't. There was a metalworker in the transport store, and he customized it for me. *grins* I don't work with brass. I use steel.

Mira: *surprised* *will trace the engraved design with a finger*

Ordnance: *snerk at memory* Guy talked like a cat and looked like a 'Dungeons and Dragons' refugee.

Mira: ... You mean, chainmail, a big sword, and the like?

Ordnance: Nah. Like a blacksmith.

Mira: ... Lotta leather?

Ordnance: Yup. *amused at the memory*

Mira: *soft snork* *leaaaans on you, Ordnance. Is one happy lady*

Ordnance: *equally happy fat man who juggles the gaus wheel slightly and then puts his arm back around her* *quietly* So what do you want to do now?

Mira: *quietly* Let's go to the Black Dog.

Ordnance: You know where it is? *glances toward a slender twelve year old with short teal fur and a tail, who is laughing and squeeing softly to the big grey kitten in her arms*

Mira: ... Nope.

Ordnance: *watches a blond guy walk past talking to what can only be a LOLcat covered in short curly plush. And then looks up as a blue faced bot goes by accompanied by a black mastiff that must weigh at least three hundred pounds* I think we're near a pet store. You need anything from there?

Mira: I can get food for Belinda back home.

Ordnance: 'Kay. *yells at the blond guy* Hey, kid. You know where the Black Dog is?

Sirius: *pauses and looks uncertainly up at the big man* *was just to the petshop with Ryu to get one of the new stock of holo collars for him to wear*

Ryo: *slight start, looks over* Oh, yes. *nods* You'll need to leave the Mall, and turn right. Follow the road to the Sign Square, and take a left. The Black Dog is just past the big garden.

Ordnance: *looks down at Mira* You got that, babe?

Mira: Yup. *to Ryo* Thanks.

Ordnance: Yeah. Thanks, kid. *looks down at the cat*

Sirius: *hiding behind Ryo. Big man is scary. So is little ladeh*

Ryo: *reassuring ear scritch for Sirius* *quietly, to the man and woman* You're welcome.

Ordnance: *turns to go, then pauses and looks back to Ryo* How do we get out of the mall?

Ryo: You walk to the teleportal and think of the entrance.

Ordnance: *frowns* Are you *beeping* me?

Ryo: *headshake* That's how to exit the mall.

Mira: ... Okay. That's different. *not sure how she feels about this information*

Ordnance: *glance says, "Believe him, or clobber him?"*

Mira: *slight shrug* *to Ryo* Where's the teleportal?

Ryo: It's right over there. *points to where the portal is*

Sirius: *soft, bashful mutter* Iz where U lookz.

Mira: It won't hurt us to go through it, will it?

Sirius: *shakes his head*

Ryo: It's perfectly safe. One of my roommates spends whole afternoons running through it repeatedly to see where he lands.

Ordnance: *snorts and mutters about the trip here, but nods to the boy and the cat and leads Mira toward the little booth*

Mira: *will lean against you more, Ordnance. She's relaxed and happy. If she were in root mode, her wings would be fluttering*

Ordnance: *into the booth, and then turns and watches the scenery change outside the door* *impressed, amused, and unprintable*

Mira: *equally unprintable and impressed*

Ordnance: *steps out, and then looks down at her* Now why can't we have that kind of thing at home?

Mira: ... I'll help ya research how to make one.

Ordnance: *snorts* Nah, that's not my field.

boy: *about eight years old, and dressed in skin clothing and moccasins. Gives them a bright grin and offers a pamphlet*

Mira: *curious expression as she reaches for the offered pamphlet* Thanks.

pamphlet: 'Nexus 101: What You Need to Know'.

boy: You're welcome! Do you need a ride anywhere? *again that sweet grin* I'm a nexus cabby!

Ordnance: *frown* Yeah? Aren't you a little young to drive?

boy: I don't drive. *holds up a thick plastic strip narrower and longer than a credit card, with four buttons marked on it* I teleport.

Mira: *interested expression is a go* Really?

boy: *nod nod* This button goes to my house. This button goes to the mall entrance. This button goes to the library. And this one goes to the Black Dog! *more happy grin*

Mira: *small grin, looks to Ordnance* It'd beat walking there ourselves...

Ordnance: *points to the other mechanisms the boy's wearing hanging from a belt* Where do those go?

boy: The same places, except you need to input the coordinates for your home.

Ordnance: How much?

boy: Twenty dollars.

Ordnance: How much to taxi us?

boy: Ten dollars.

Ordnance: Gimme the gadget. *gives the kid thirty dollars, and then offers the thing to Mira once its loop has been taken off the belt* You wanna drive?

boy: *swiftly takes payment, and then unstrings one of the devices from his belt and hands it over, understanding from the big man's look that no change is required*

Mira: *chuckles* Sure. *indicates one of the buttons* This is the one for the Black Dog, right?

Ordnance: *surprised chagrin* You don't read Arabic?

Mira: *headshake* Been meanin' ta learn...

boy: *offers a different one* This one's English.

Mira: *will trade, then*

boy: You can read it? *brows up*

Mira: Yeah... It's one'a the languages taught in schools where we're from. *indicates Ordnance as well as herself*

boy: *happily* Okay! Have a good day! *runs off toward a lost looking woman in a crazy fantasy outfit*

Ordnance: *arm around Mira and self braced* Ready for liftoff. *grin*

Mira: *soft snork, will bring him to the Black Dog*

Ordnance: *grumbles a bit, and then looks around and looks up* Are we under a *deleted* bench?

Mira: *looks up* ... I think we are.

dliDenver: *looks over from where she's sitting on a human-size bench nearby* Yup. Th' 'un f'r Cahbertronian-sahzed people. *is trying to will her guts back to calmness after she nearly urked on her last arm wrestling opponent*

Ordnance: *frowns at the black-haired woman* You alright?

dliDenver: Yeah... Jes' a bit mornin' sick.

Ordnance: *urk! He doesn't like that subject!*

Mira: *sympathy wince*

dliDenver: Ahm alrahght now. Mah altah sistah's 'avin' a go f'r me.

Ordnance: *notices something* Are you a 'bot?

Mira: *interested look for the black-haired woman*

dliDenver: Onleh s'me 'f th' tahm.

Ordnance: *points out what he noticed* You're tapping your belly, and it's clicking.

dliDenver: *blink. Realizes what the big guy means* 'T's mah armor. *will lift her overshirt up slightly, revealing what looks to be an ordinary tank top*

Ordnance: *doubtful look* That's armour? What's it good against?

dliDenver: *names off the list that the vendor had told her*

Mira: *boggling by the end of the list* Who sells it?

dliDenver: Gah named Dan. Lives 'n a tinyhouse 'n th' valleh.

Ordnance: Tiny house? *absently rubbing Mira's shoulder*

dliDenver: Yup. Seen closets biggah.

Ordnance: Heh. So this Dan guy sells that armour?

dliDenver: Yup.

Mira: How do we get in contact with him?

dliDenver: *leans to look around* *will point to where Dan is situated* Ask 'im 'bout th' armor.

Ordnance: *turns and leans to see past big chunks of machinery* That long-haired guy at the end?

dliDenver: Yup.

Mira: *chuckles* Thanks. *reaches for Ordnance's hand*

Ordnance: *hand! And then pauses as two nearly identical women run under the bench and start showing handfuls of coins and plastic chips to the woman they were talking to... who also looks nearly identical to them*

Mira: *raised brow*

dliDenver: *laughing and congratulating her sisters on their hauls*

yDenver: *insisting that this all belongs to dliDenver. And earnestly trying to fill her older alternate's pockets*

dtFlashpoint: *doing the same* *and cheerfully snarking back at dliDenver when she protests*

Ordnance: ... *turns to lead Mira away* *mutter* That was... weird.

Mira: *quietly* Extremely.

Ordnance: *watches a fourth woman with that face truck past. Notes that this one's got a bot baby on her back and two more following her. And that a massive white cat is also following her*

Mira: ... *looks to Ordnance with both brows raised*

mvDenver: *doesn't notice the couple. MUST see what fun she's having without herself!*

Ordnance: *shakes his head with a funny sound, and then freezes and looks up as one of those huge hunks of machinery moves nearer to them* *unprintable*

Mira: *startled and tense now*

Appoleia: *looks down* Nobody step on the n00bs. They'll wet themselves.

Blackout: *looks down too, with a snort*

Ordnance: *growls and leads his girl toward Dan*

Greatshot: You might want to read that pamphlet, folks.

Mira: ... *slowly looking to the pamphlet as she's lead over toward Dan* *raised brow as she spots something that's been highlighted* ... Anti-violence field?

Ordnance: What? *looks at the pamphlet, and then spots something else* Alternates. Right. Like that little kid.

Mira: Huh?

Ordnance: All those dames back there were alternates.

Mira: ... Oh. Huh. *considering look as she wonders whether she's got any other alternates besides the baby they met earlier*

Ordnance: I wonder if there are any other mes around. *once more toward Dan* What else does it say?

Mira: *looking over the pamphlet for further information* Says the Black Dog's got a 'no fighting' rule.... Huh. There's also a diner called "Poppy's Place". *snork* And a blanket factory.

Ordnance: *glances* ...And a doll factory that makes soft dolls. You need more kids?

Mira: Naw. Got enough kids for now... And something even nicer than them ta snuggle with.

Ordnance: *massive grin* *and then stops and watches Dan bounce a little green ball off the wall and catch it* Hey. You open for business?

Dan: *without looking away from the ball* Who's the customer?

Mira: That'd be me.

Dan: *looks and meeps* You'd better give me a piece of clothes that you've already got that fits like how you want the armour to fit.

Ordnance: What, is armour all you make?

Dan: No, but Denver gave me a heads up. *has caught his ball and reaches toward a half used block of more of the same dark green colour of glass. Starts playing with this like it's putty*

Mira: *glad her bulletproof vest is one that provides full coverage, and that she's gotten good over the years at shucking her undershirt without exposing herself*

Ordnance: *pulls it out of the bottom of the back of her overshirt*

Mira: *squirms and shifts positions* Heeeey! *will reach for her shirt*

Ordnance: *lets her snatch it from him. And leers at her, though his eyes are twinkling too much for the effect*

Mira: *thrrpts at him, her own eyes sparkling. Will offer the shirt to Dan* Will this work?

Dan: *holds the short sleeve shirt up and studies it, then nods* What specs do you want?

Mira: It needs to be able to stop *names off a long list of ammunitions for every gun she's encountered while in SHIELD*, but since I climb and I fight with my hands and feet, I need something that'll move with me.

Dan: Do you want it plasma and heat proof, too? *working the glass in his hands as he talks*

Mira: *blink* I don't remember runnin' inta anything that can do that... But there's always a first time for everything.

Dan: What's your work? Can you say?

Mira: I'm one of the Avengers in my reality.

Dan: Then you need the plasma and heat proof. What colour do you want?

Mira: Black.

Dan: Solid or translucent?

Mira: Solid.

Dan: And just like this shirt? No pockets or anything?

Mira: No pockets. I've got plenty'a those on my belt and with my pants.

Dan: Alright. *sets down the dark green glass and leans to reach into a box by his feet. Pulls out a dark green doll* Forgot I did this. *reaches for the other glass*

Ordnance: Hey. That's me.

Mira: Huh? *looks*

Dan: *looks at the little figure in his hand, then up to the couple* This is some guy that cheesed Blackout off the other day.

Ordnance: *grabs the little figure and looks at it* Wrong tech. But that's me. *shows it to Mira*

Mira: *studies the figure, curious* *raises brow as she sees that the figure, though it resembles Ordnance, it also looks very alien and strange to her* Huh... Not bad. *looks to Ordnance* I like how you look better, though.

Dan: *frowns slightly as he looks from one to the other* How do you look?

Ordnance: Flash time! *rotten chuckle and shifts to bot*

Mira: *laughs*

Dan: ...How is that a flash?

Mira: 'Cause he's not wearin' clothes. *brat grin*

Dan: *points toward all the other bots on the porch* Neither are they?

Ordnance: *looks up* That's a nasty thought.

Dreadnought: We've all got armour on. Thrrpt. *and then laughs*

Mira: *snickerfitdie*

Dan: *takes the doll and smooths it out slightly, then cools it off in his bucket of ice water. Offers it to Mira*

Mira: *surprised* Thank you.

Ordnance: How much?

Dan: I don't know. I don't sell dolls. The armour will three hundred US.

Mira: *gonna get her monster wallet out*

Ordnance: *changes back to human and frowns at the guy*

Mira: ... *checking her other pockets now* *raised brow as she finds the credit card that she could have sworn she gave back to Ordnance. Will pull it out with a confused look on her face*

Ordnance: *feels her look up at him and looks down at her. GRIN* When I patted you.

Mira: You sneaky... *amused*

Ordnance: *smug fat guy*

Mira: *quick peck, will offer Dan the credit card*

Ordnance: *SO smug now* Take thirty for the doll.

Dan: Alright. And do you want me to take full payment for the armour? Or half? And do you want it delivered?

Mira: Er... *looks to Ordnance, since it's technically his money she's spending*

Ordnance: Sure. Take it all and whatever delivery costs. *brows up as a young couple scoots past and waits to talk to Dan*

Toku: *wearing a fuzzy bear ears hat with pompoms on the strings*

Hinako: *wearing a pink bunny hat!*

Dan: Justamo, guys. *busy with the credit card and making sure his machine prints out the receipt properly*

Mira: ... *trying so hard not to snicker*

Hinako: *also wearing a T shirt that seems to say "Harajuku" in kanji. But if you look closely, it actually can also say "Being wild in Harajuka"* *happy bounce* Okay, Dan! =^^=

Toku: Hai! *smiles and cuddles Hinako close*

Ordnance: *arm around Mira, who will be able to feel the laughter that doesn't show otherwise*

Mira: *glad she's in alt mode, because she's pretty sure her wings would be giving away her mirth otherwise*

Dan: *looks up with a grin and hands back the credit card. Also offers the receipt*

Mira: *will reach for the card and receipt*

Dan: I'll send this tomorrow night, your time.

Ordnance: Don't you need the address? It's different than what's on the card.

Dan: Nah. The nexus post'll find you. *absent slap of a Toku poke*

Hinako: *happily digging through her cute little teddy bear purse*

Ordnance: How does that work?

Dan: No idea. *slaps the poke again*

Toku: *determined to boop your nose, Dan*

Ordnance: Huh. *looks at Mira to see what she thinks of this*

Mira: Huh. And it's safe?

Dan: Yup. It's a postal service. They don't want to mess with anything. Except maybe nosey neighbours. *slaps the poke again*

Mira: *snerk* I'll let Chase know that if I get any odd mail, to leave it alone.

Dan: *snerk* Oh man, you live by a Chase? My condolences. Hinako, don't bounce like that, you'll put something out of joint.

Hinako: Really? *stops and looks at herself curiously*

Dan: *turns a bit red from trying to hold in laughter*

Toku: *gonna fuss over girlfriend now!*

Mira: He's not so bad. A bit square, but he's a good guy to have as a friend.

Dan: Alright. *bit of a grin escapes* Hina, I was joking. *meeps as he gets jumped on*

Ordnance: Let's go.

Mira: Yeah. Gotta make sure Chase and his girl aren't getting into trouble without us. *grin*

Ordnance: *casual wave to the kids, who are forming a sort of dog-pile right now and giggling like kindergarteners* Has it been an hour already?

Mira: Maybe? *blinks as something occurs to her* Oh, I need a strap for my new ride...

Ordnance: What kinda strap? *looks down at the things in her hands*

Mira: Somethin' I can clip onta this that'll let me carry it on my back when I'm fully dressed. *holds up the gaus wheel*

Ordnance: *leads her down the flight of steps next to the big steps* Is there anything on the pamphlet about luggage stores?

Mira: *looking!*

bot: *slender, goldish and black* *in a calm voice as he hunkers down to meet them at the bottom of the steps* What sort of luggage are you looking for?

Mira: *slight start* Er...

Ordnance: *points to the gaus wheel* Something she can clip onto that thing so she can wear it on her back. *frowns up at the bot* And who the *beep* are you?

bot: I'm Prowl. *takes out a strap knit from hemp with a clip at each end* Is this what you're looking for?

Mira: *slight frown* What's that made outta? *curious*

Prowl: It's hemp. The backing is quilter's cotton.

Mira: *considering expression* How much? And what's the backing look like?

Prowl: *turns the strap to show the army green backing*

Mira: Heeey, it's the same color as you, Ordnance. *grin*

Ordnance: Heh. Neat. *also grinning*

Mira: *looks to Prowl* How much?

Prowl: You could make a donation toward Galvatron Prime's people, if you like.

Mira: ... Where do I do that?

Prowl: I can bring it to them. *looks up the steps toward the entrance to the Black Dog*

Mira: Alright. Fifteen sound fair?

Prowl: *nods* I think so.

Ordnance: *digs and brings up cash* Don't worry about a receipt.

Prowl: *accepts the money and gives the strap* Thank you. *slight smile and a bit of a bow, then stands and darts around them to go up the stairs, calling to Denver as he goes*

Ordnance: *watches him go* I wonder what's wrong with Galvatron Prime's people.

Mira: I don't know. I don't even know who Galvatron Prime is.

Ordnance: *shrugs* How's the strap?

Mira: I like it. *grins and proceeds to work on finding anchor points for the clips* *is just a bit awkward as she juggles strap, wheel, and doll*

Ordnance: *grabs the doll as it falls, and then pokes the wheel in a couple places, resulting in the plastic bulging out into loops* Try that.

Mira: *small smile* Thanks. *will get the clips secured, and the wheel situated on her back*

Ordnance: *grins and offers the doll* Do you still have the teleport thing?

Mira: *as she reaches for the doll, she'll hold up the teleporter* Yup.

Ordnance: *more grin as he hands the mini him over* Great. Let's get back and meet the others.

Mira: Sounds like a plan ta me. *grin, offer wrist* *will also carefully tuck the doll under her arm*

Ordnance: *arm around her, and then catches the dangling gizmo, checks the buttons, and squeezes the yellow one* Hold onto your shorts! *and then he's looking around at the area near the mall entrance*

Mira: *startled squeak and then she's laughing and moving to kiss him*

Ordnance: *doesn't block the move*

Bullet: *laughing* There they are, mon. We don't gotta go upstairs.

Chase: Ah. But we shouldn't interrupt.

Bullet: Thrrpt. If they do that in public, you should interrupt.

Mira: *happy lady is happy*

Ordnance: *startled grunt as he gets jabbed in the side* Hey! *deleted*!

Bullet: *laughs more*

Chase: *embarrassed and sympathetic. Also very happy*

Mira: *stinkeye for Bullet* *thrrpts*

Bullet: *waves what seems to be a glossy, thick piece of paper at her* Sign this.

Mira: ... What is it?

Chase: *quietly* Our marriage document.

Ordnance: *startles and looks at him quickly*

Mira: *boggles* You're *bleeping* joking, right?

Bullet: Nope. *offers a pen*

Mira: ... *unprintable as she reaches for the pen*

Chase: *quietly* It would be uncomfortable for us to spend large amounts of time apart now that we have met, and since Bullet isn't a citizen of the United States, she would be unable to find anywhere else to stay.

Mira: *blink blink* ... Where're you from, Bullet?

Bullet: Tobago.

Mira: Huh. Well... Marryin' Chase'll make it easier for ya to get citizenship if ya want.

Bullet: *wicked grin* Can't break the law anymore. I'm married to a policeman.

Mira: *snerk*

Chase: *quietly* She was presumed to be a mutant, and as such couldn't obtain employment or housing.

Ordnance: *scowls*

Mira: ... *expression goes from gleeful to dangerous rapidly* 'Zat so?

Chase: *still quiet* It's a common problem all over the world. Even in New York City.

Mira: *frowning muchly now* *will quickly and carefully sign the document*

Bullet: Don't worry about it. I got by. *grins and shoves the document and pen at Ordnance*

Ordnance: *looks at it* You need three signatures.

Chase: Yes. The third space is for my friend Bashir.

Mira: That's your EMT friend, right?

Chase: *nods* He is also a Micron who is aware of his identity.

Mira: Heh... *and then she's considering something* Wonder if Heath and Benson are...

Chase: They are, but they are unaware of the fact.

Mira: ... *soft snerk* Bet Heath'll cuss. Too bad he doesn't know any fun words.

Chase: *quietly* Nancy hopes that Benson becomes aware soon.

Mira: Nancy's his girl?

Chase: His wife of five years.

Mira: Aww.

Ordnance: *gives back pen and signed document* What a *bleep* up.

Mira: Naw, that's Heath.

Ordnance: It's the whole situation. *catches the thing on her wrist and looks at it* ...How the *beeeeep* are we supposed to make this thing go home?

Bullet: *looks over from watching Chase roll up the document* What is it?

Ordnance: *grumpy* This thing.

Bullet: *amused* I can't see past your fat *donkey*.

Mira: *holds up her wrist, the one with the device strap* It's some sort'a teleporter.

Bullet: Oh, you got one of those? Here. *gestures to Mira to come closer even as she fiddles with the bangle on her own wrist, which puts out a holographic keyboard and screen* Give it to me.

Mira: *will move closer to Bullet, one brow quirking curiously*

Bullet: *finishes typing after asking Chase something, then passes Mira's device through the screen. Looks at the screen and nods* Done. *offers it back*

Ordnance: *watching this whole process with an interested but grouchy frown*

Mira: Thanks. *will move to lean on Ordnance again, looking content* We totally need to have a party to celebrate once Bashir signs your paper.

Chase: Yes. But for now I should purchase what is needed to convert my apartment to Bullet's tastes. Can you get home without her assistance?

Mira: Schyeah.

Chase: Very well. *smiles his rare smile. Quietly* Thank you, Mira. *then looks around and realizes he's lost his wife. Excuses himself and gone!*

Ordnance: *snort*

Mira: *snickerfit* Oh, man. Maybe it's a good thing I didn't date him after all.

Ordnance: Huh? *looks down at her*

Mira: He's such a doofus sometimes.

Ordnance: *snorts again* I think he had his place all done up for you.

Mira: Wouldn't surprise me... 'Cept I helped him move stuff. He and I bickered about where things should go for almost an hour.

Ordnance: And how often have you been in there since?

Mira: Couple times. He usually visited at my place. 'Less I was pounding on his window after beating the snot outta some ganger or Mafia goon, and was needin' ta be patched up.

Ordnance: So you don't really know what it looks like.

Mira: Not really. *slight shrug*

Ordnance: *squishes her slightly. Gruffly* Let's go home. I need a smoke.

Mira: *chuckles and snuggles companionably as she pushes the button on the teleporter that will bring them back home*

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