Backwater Nexus and LLV. The Black Dog and the Pax School. Shopping Run Part 3

[dens_extra_pups]

Continued from here



Aoife: *and then she double takes and is laughing as she spots the burly Quadriate lady who is bouncing a little orange and black male sparklet on her lap as she talks to svScattershot* I see you.

Marty: See me? *looks*

Aoife: *nods toward the femmebot* The deepwater lady who's holding baby WakeJumper.

Marty: *looks* *boggles at the size of the bot*

bitty Wake: *happily clickstorming*

Aoife: *spots a big maroon and orange toddler coming their way, toy boat in hand* And here comes Calypso.

Calypso: *chirps and chatters about the little squishies, will offer her lovie to Marty*

Aoife: *softly* She's calling you "Auntie". She knows you're related to her.

Marty: Aww, hon... Why don't you hang onto your friend? *gentle smile for the big toddler*

Calypso: *more chirps*

Aoife: Technically, according to custom here, you are her aunt. Alternates count as sisters. And, like I said. Maritime is you.

Maritime: *looks over and gives a soft, trilling call to her daughter*

Calypso: *chirps to Mama*

Maritime: *repeats the trill, and then calls in English* Come here, Calypso.

Calypso: *more chirps, fuss. Found an Auntie, Mama!*

Aoife: *to Marty* Go ahead and talk. Maritime'll hear you.

Marty: *gently, to Calypso* You should listen to your mother, Calypso.

Calypso: *chirp, chatter, clickstorm* Wakey! *nodnodnod*

Aoife: Here, we'll come with you. *starts toward the Black Dog again, absently patting Rose's back as she goes*

Calypso: *chirrrups and hugs her lovie to her chest*

Aoife: *nods to Marty to come with, her eyes dancing green*

Maritime: *watching with a smile as she cuddles her little son. Absent backhand swat for the pink mech as he says something pert*

Marty: *will move to follow Aoife*

Calypso: *chirps and scoots after Auntie!*

Aoife: *as she walks along the path between the garden and the bar* Caly's at the age where she's learning about her extended family and instinctively trying to get to know them. Sparklets are sensitive enough to be able to feel who's related.

Marty: Awww.

bitty Wake: *starting to get a bit fussy*

Maritime: *swats svScattershot again just to see if it'll cheer her son, then nuzzles the sparklet* [What's wrong, WakeJumper? Hmmm?]

bitty Wake: *fuss. Hungry babby, Mama!*

Maritime: Oh. *pops a tube from her feeding port and spools it out, then offers it to the bitty*

Aoife: *teaching Calypso how to insult those bots who were talking to D'Coda*

Calypso: *fast learner*

bitty Wake: *settles down to eat, hanging onto Mama as he nomphs*

Marty: *softly, to Maritime* How old is your little one?

Maritime: *looks down, and then stoops to offer her alter sister a hand up* He's three days old.

Marty: *hesitates for a moment, then climbs onto Maritime's hand* Awwwww And how old is Calypso?

Maritime: Twelve. *gently sets Marty on her knee*

Marty: *confused* Days?

Maritime: Oh no. Years. Earth years.

Marty: Aww.

svScattershot: *points to WakeJumper* You, runt. Barely exist.

bitty Wake: *soft sound, done nommin'*

Calypso: *says something pert!*

Marty: *sternly for the pink mech* That's not a very nice thing to say.

svScattershot: Buh?

Maritime: *takes the tube and lets it retract back into the feeding port, then closes the cover* Scattershot's not very nice.

Marty: I should've known. *disapproving Mom look for the pink mech*

bitty Wake: *fusses quietly. Got a few bubbles in his tank*

Maritime: *knows how her little son works. Will aim his bitty skidplate toward svScattershot as she lays him over her legs and pats his back*

svScattershot: I'm always nice! Okay. To kids. But it's true. He's not even two oorns old. Just this little blink in the time line.

bitty Wake: *fusses a bit more, then the bubbles are working their way out of his system* *itty bitty backfires*

Calypso: *cheer!*

svScattershot: *doorwings up, gagging now*

Aoife: He didn't even smell, you clown. *suddenly standing up by Marty and snerking at the pink mech*

Marty: *dryly* He's just as high strung as Lance.

Aoife: Not quite. He actually has grown up a little.

pretty little purple mechlet: *peeking out of the Black Dog at Daddy*

svShot: *gagging forgotten* Carmine, my man! Come to Dad!

Carmine: *scoots to Dad, will snuggle happily*

svScattershot: *cuddles his son and looks at Maritime and the organic ladies with shining eyes* I love kids. I've got two.

Marty: Two?

Carmine: Yup. Magenta 'n me. *grin*

Aoife: Magenta would kick your aft for calling her a kid.

Scattershot: No she wouldn't. She respects the pink. *grin is visible peeking out from behind Carmine*

Carmine: 'N if she tried, Mama'd school her! *so much grin*

Scattershot: Yeah. And Mistfire'd totally kick her aft. *sits up, wrapping an arm around his little guy as he points to little Wake*

bitty Wake: *conked out and sleeping hard on Mama legs*

Aoife: Whatever, 'Shot, you loser. Do you have Optima Prime's order?

svScattershot: *brow quirk* Yeah? So?

Aoife: So she sent Marty to get it. *nods toward the older woman*

svScattershot: Oh. *will fish around in subspace*

Carmine: Not that pocket, Dad.

Marty: *sees the heavy, bejewelled armband on svScattershot* Nice bracelet.

svScattershot: Usually have a collar to match... *digs around in another pocket*

Aoife: *hears Marty's thought and chuckles* The 'Shot you know's got some kinda collar?

Marty: Technically, they're cat collars, and he wears them on his wrists. He's also got a tattoo of his wife's mark.

Carmine: We've got badges too! *grins and shows his off*

Aoife: *looks at the badge, then looks at Marty* Same mark?

Marty: *looks, nods, chuckling*

Maritime: *pokes svScattershot* You were looking for something. And it wasn't over there, and it wasn't pink.

Dreadnought: *pauses on the way past with his brothers to grin down at Calypso* What're you lookin' at, runt?

Calypso: *chirp chatter, sass*

Dreadnought: *snerk* Says you!

Calypso: *puts her newly-learned words to good use!*

Dreadnought: *laughs out loud!* *to Maritime* Hey, Mama, can I take 'er inside 'n buy 'er a drink?

Maritime: *amused* Sure.

Dreadnought: *hunkers down and offers big, gentle hands to the sparklet* You wanna come get nom?

Calypso: *hugs her lovie to her chest and looks to Mama* *chirp?*

Maritime: Oil pudding?

Dreadnought: *nod nod to babby, and grin!*

Maritime: He's Blackout's, sweetheart.

Calypso: *perks and clickstorms happily*

Dreadnought: *picks the little one up and carries her inside, talking about her lovie all the way*

Carmine: *abandons Dad to scoot inside*

svScattershot: *searching with both hands now*

Aoife: *suddenly leans forward and looks at something* Hey, 'Shot?

svScattershot: *pauses his searching* Huh?

Aoife: *points* You were using that box for a pillow?

svScattershot: *blink blink, looks* Oh. Right.

Maritime: *gentle face palm*

Aoife: *sniggerfitdie*

Marty: I can tell he's like Lance.

Aoife: And this guy's been around for a couple million years. *still sniggering*

svScattershot: *hand gesture that Mirden used*

Marty: Now I know that can't be polite. *Stern Mama look for svScattershot*

svScattershot: *sulky* Do you want this stuff or not?

Marty: Yes, but you need to apologize to Aoife.

svScattershot: *blank look for Aoife* ...Why?

Aoife: *laughs herself right down on her butt*

Rose: *sleeps through it*

Marty: ... *sigh*

Aoife: Just... *snigger* Just give her the box already.

svScattershot: *moves to do so* It's already paid for.

Marty: *surprised and pleased as she accepts the offered box* Thank you.

svScattershot: You're welcome.

mgScattershot: *looks through the door, then gestures to his alter brother* *quietly* Dreadnought's going to sing.

svScattershot: *perks* Sweet! *to Aoife, Maritime, and Marty* 'Scuse me, ladies. *will get up and head into the 'Dog*

Aoife: *calls after the mechs* Tell Killer his contact's here.

svScattershot: *nod of acknowledgement*

Marty: Killer?

Aoife: The guy you're here to pick up.

Marty: Oh right, you mentioned that already.

voice: I'm right here, sha.

Aoife: *BLEEP!* O.O

Maritime: *stifles a snerk*

Marty: *looks toward the voice*

Aoife: *also looking in that direction with a confused frown, but then she blinks as she realizes* You're not wearing your image inducer, so you're invisible in the light.

Killer: *deep, serious voice lightens slightly with amusement* Yup.

Marty: Huh.

Killer: *suddenly hoves into sight, a broad-shouldered, dark-eyed man with curling dark hair* You ladies lookin' fer me?

Marty: I was told there was someone for me to bring back to the Pax School.

Killer: *how can such a serious guy have such a smile?* That'd be me.

Marty: *small nod* My name is Marty Johnson. I'm one of the teachers at the Pax School.

Killer: *courtly bow* Your servant, lady.

Marty: Er... *small nod* Let's finish getting what the school needs, and head home.

Killer: What more ya got to do?

Aoife: *is NOT insulting Killer, even though it sounded like he was her friend from the way she spoke about him earlier*

Marty: I have an order from Genji's shop that needs to be picked up.

Maritime: *nudges her gently with a finger, and then points to a figure approaching the porch*

Marty: *surprised squeak, will look*

Killer: *also looks, his face once more serious as he frowns*

Genji: *bringing a surprisingly small tote bag over* *to Marty* Everything's ready for you to take back, ma'am.

Aoife: Did you leave the dinosaur in charge of the shop again, twerp?

Genji: *as Maritime picks him up and sets him on her knee* Jones is good at running the shop.

Aoife: *snerks at him without mockery*

Genji: *smiles and offers Marty the tote bag*

Marty: *will reach for the offered tote*

Aoife: *turns her head and listens as music starts up from inside. Chuckle* Young Denver did it.

Killer: *amused light in his eyes as he glances toward the door*

Marty: Huh? *looks*

Aoife: She said she was going to dare Dready to sing a song she'd heard at the movie theatre here. Several people bet large amounts of money that he wouldn't do it.

Marty: *snerk* Good grief.

Aoife: Dready usually sings Metal.

Marty: What song is he going to sing?

Dreadnought: *mighty voice booms out in 'Let it Go'*

Aoife: *massive smirk* That one.

Maritime: *laughter gently shakes the beings in her lap*

Marty: *cracking up now*

bitty Wake: *clickstorming*

Rose: *lifts her head and listens to the music with a sleepy smile of approval*

Genji: *chuckles* I bet I know what Young Denver's going to do with her winnings.

Aoife: Maybe she'll actually keep some for herself this time. Get her grandma a better kitchen than that old all in one thing.

Genji: Hattie'd be so offended. *so much amusement on his face*

Aoife: What? Look at this thing! *projects an image of it* Raoul and Kriti dragged it home on that crooked old mechanic's creeper.

Genji: Have you ever dealt with a Hattie before, Aoife?

Aoife: Not about kitchens, but I've lived with a Legacy.

Genji: Hattie's more stubborn than Legacy.

Aoife: ...This is something like you insisting on using that ancient Japanese hearth stove, isn't it?

Genji: Yes. And maybe like Senaiji refusing to cook on anything newer than 1890's era technology. But I think his is more that he and electricity don't play nice with each other.

Aoife: I wonder what Hattie's problem is.

Genji: *chuckles* Her kids got it for her.

Aoife: Whatever. Young Denver can probably find some use for the money.

Genji: She'll prolly try sticking it in her older alt's pockets again.

Aoife: *snorts, and then looks down as someone calls her name* What's up, AJ?

AJ: *waves a hundred dollar bill up at her and grins* Here's the fee, I want you to find me a nice apartment.

Aoife: You afraid of spooks?

AJ: No. *more grin* Turbo and I were chasing them around the other night when he was feeling better.

Aoife: *twinkles a slip of paper into existence, then crinkles it into a ball and drops it* Here, try those places. Don't worry about the fee right now.

AJ: *grabs the ball* Thanks, Aoife!

Aoife: Welcome, kid. *sits up and pats Rose's back as the little one grumbles about being squished by her leaning*

Marty: *blink* You do housing as well?

Aoife: *glances over with a chuckle* Yup.

Genji: *snerk* Aoife's also the Real Estate Fairy. *makes sure Marty has the tote, will excuse himself to climb down and get back to his shop*

Aoife: *makes another paper ball just to bounce off his head as he jogs away*

Marty: Would there be anywhere that a large group of X-Positive children, teenagers, and adults could go to hide when their home is attacked?

Aoife: *points straight out across the entwife's garden* There are a lot of mcmansions in the subdivision over there. And Constructicons to renovate 'em.

Marty: *small nod* The Army will be glad for the safe place for the kids.

Aoife: *slight frown as her eyes grey over* Army?

Marty: *nods and begins explaining about Hell and how Ally is the current General*

Aoife: *face clears up and eyes go green the moment "Hell" is mentioned* They wouldn't be the first Morlocks to have safe holes here. *thinks, and then makes another piece of paper, which she offers* They can try that place. It's got huge rooms.

Marty: Thank you. *will reach for the offered paper*

Aoife: You know any Pratts? *hands it over*

Marty: Not personally, but everyone knows of the Senator in my reality.

Aoife: Well the Pratt around here chases things that go bump in the night with a Louieville slugger. She lives in that sub-division.

Marty: ... *jaw drops as she makes the connection between the stories Lumen's told her and what Aoife just told her*

Aoife: Yeah, she runs the blanket factory too. But I didn't think that would keep people awake at night. *grin*

Marty: Good grief... *chuckles*

Aoife: *glances down again, and then nods* There's one of her security guards.

Mabyn: *walking along and talking to a plump little knitted doll with fuzzy hair and an amazed expression* *also cuddling the doll carefully*

Marty: *looks, very soft chuckle*

Aoife: *blinks as she studies the doll, and then looks surprised and wondering* *calls* Mabyn, is that yours?

Mabyn: *looks up, thin face blooming into a grin* Aye. I put 'er together on a whim, 'n this mornin' she asked fer brown hair.

Maritime: *chuckles*

bitty Wake: *clickstorm*

Marty: Dollbabies can be surprising.

Mabyn: Aye. *startled sound as the one in her arms sneezes and flails about it*

Marty: *surprised by the sneeze*

bitty Wake: *much clickstorm!*

Aoife: How the heck did you bring her to life?

Mabyn: I've no *beeping* clue! *now patting the dollbaby's back soothingly as she fusses*

Marty: *so surprised* She did like that one visitor we had at the school one day.

Aoife: *quizzical glance*

Marty: *will explain about how a visitor to the school accidentally brought Officer Douglas' car to life*

Aoife: *falls over backward on Martime's leg and laughs hard enough to make Rose laugh too* Oppy! That dork.

Maritime: *chuckles and pats her little son's back* I thought Oppy had grown out of that.

bitty Wake: *burps and yaps about it!*

Rose: *wordlessly congratulates the younger baby on his volume*

Aoife: Kids are nuts. *amused as she sits up*

Marty: *chuckles* Yes, but that's why they're cute when they're little.

Aoife: *looks over at Marty's packages* If you come more often, you should try meeting Oppy. He's not little, but he's still cute.

Maritime: The dork. *said with affection*

Tarantulus: *stepped out to take a break (no, not because Rhinox set tKriti on him, what gave you that idea?), snorts* Oppy is a massive dork. And so is Little Oppy.

Aoife: Who is the bigger Oppy. *cheesy grin at Marty*

Marty: ... *so much snicker*

Tarantulus: He's also a Prime.

Aoife: That doesn't mean much, for you guys. *pauses and watches as Mabyn steps forward*

Mabyn: Taratulus, I thinks my babby's hungry. Ye got any idea what a dollbabby should eat? *holds up the adorable doll, who has a patterned sock yarn body, a face made of soft bamboo yarn, and hair of the fuzziest brown eyelash*

dollbaby: *wriggles and frowns*

Tarantulus: We've got doll food at the bar.

Mabyn: Good. *hugs the fussy dollbaby again and pats her back, frowning with quizzical puzzlement*

Aoife: I see. Mabyn, of course she's alive. You gave her a heart.

Mabyn: *looks up with surprise* That old button?

Aoife: *laughs* It's a heart. That'll do it, around here.

Mabyn: Yer pullin' me leg.

Aoife: That's what keeps Miss McGuffin kicking.

Mabyn: *looks at her baby with surprise*

dollbaby: *wibble*

Marty: *softly* Awww

Mabyn: Well... let's git ye that bottle. *turns to head inside*

Marty: Mabyn, do you happen to have the pattern you used to make your baby?

Mabyn: *pauses and looks up, then recites a phone number* The boss's got it. *and away inside she goes*

Aoife: *is now pulling the boxes out of the tote bag and putting them into a loop of fabric she's holding*

Marty: *digging her cell phone out*

Aoife: *gets the box that Marty got from svScattershot and sticks it through the loop too. It may be noted that this box, as did the ones before it, vanishes as it goes through the loop*

Rose: *playing peekaboo with bitty Wake*

bitty Wake: *excited clickstorm each time Rose's face is visible!*

Marty: *entering the phone number Mabyn provided into her phone*

Aoife: *leans over to look down at Maritime's feet as she hears Den answer the phone from somewhere in that area*

Denpup: Hello?

Marty: *blink blink, moves to look down toward the source of the voice* Er... Hello.

Denpup: *ditto on the blink blink, looks up* Oh! Hi! *grin*

Aoife: *snickerfit as she starts to zip up the loop, which is all lined with rhinestone zipper teeth*

Marty: *leaning carefully* Mabyn said you had a pattern for a knitted doll?

Denpup: ... I have a lot of patterns for knitted dolls. What type're you looking for?

Maritime: She saw Mabyn's baby just now.

Denpup: Oh! Mabyn finished it? *grins and begins fishing through a binder*

Maritime: So you don't know that it's alive, hmm?

Denpup: *boggles* Wait, what?!

Marty: It is alive, and it's really cute, too.

Maritime: *hmmms agreement, then gently pokes Aoife for snerking*

Denpup: *surprised pause* Wow.

Aoife: Want me to make a copy of that? *offers Marty a pretty little black purse made of rhinestone zippers*

Maritime: *reaches down to take offered pattern from Den. Does so without shaking or tipping any of those seated or laying on her lap*

Denpup: If you want a bigger doll, just use bigger yarn and needles. *nodnod*

Aoife: I think Marty likes how that fancy sock yarn worked up. *takes the pattern from Maritime and looks at it, then looks at Marty to see if the older woman wants that copy*

Marty: *nods and reaches for the pattern*

Denpup: Go ahead and keep that copy. I've got more.

Aoife: *hands it over, then doubletakes and looks at it again* There's self patterning yarn that makes shroomy patterns?

Denpup: Yeah. Now all I need is a yarn that makes skully patterns.

Aoife: *throws a cobalt blue wish at her*

Denpup: *squee* *catches the wish* I wish that a self patterning yarn exists that makes skulls in the knitted or crocheted item.

Aoife: *cocks her head* He says you can have knitting. And he also wants to know what colour background you want.

Denpup: Okay... Dark blue. *grin*

Aoife: *leans over to watch the sparkles swirl around Den, and then snerks softly at what's left behind* He gave you ordering instructions, didn't he?

Denpup: *looks, snerk* Yes.

Aoife: Well, that saves you from having to wish again.

Denpup: Totally. *grins and searches her bag for a pen*

Aoife: *sits up, and grins softly as she sees Marty chatting to bittyWake while poking the doll pattern into the rhinestone zipper bag*

Marty: *can't resist baby version of her son*

Aoife: *grins at cute little baby clicks and squeaks, and then watches her own baby crawl down Maritime's leg to go see Den*

Rose: *gonna climb a Den!*

Denpup: Aww, hi, Rose. *gentle cuddles for the not-so-bitty bitty*

Rose: *crawls around to lean on Den's back and rest a thoughtful chin on the woman's shoulder* *wants to watch the writings. And the knittings*

Denpup: *writing down her order, wants enough to make socks, and a hat for herself, this time*

Aoife: *looks up from the soft conversation between Marty and Maritime about their respective WakeJumpers to grin at the big guy now casting a shadow on her* Hey, JakeBrake.

Maritime: *looks up with a beam at her mate*

Marty: *looks up as well*

JakeBrake: *is a handsome, brawny mech. Tawny, with blue accents, dancing light blue optics, and wings that echo that laughter by the angle at which they're held* *kisses his mate, winks at Marty, and then helps himself to a bittyWake*

bitty Wake: *excited clickstorm*

Marty: *recognizes the handsome, is feeling just a bit flustered now*

Aoife: *tries to contain her laughter, but her shoulders are shaking as she leans over to poke Marty*

Marty: *startled squeak*

Denpup: *to JakeBrake* Dready brought Calypso into the 'Dog for a treat.

JakeBrake: *hunkers down to grin at the blonde* I saw her. She's being his support dancer.

Aoife: -You're fanning yourself with your hand, Marty!-

Marty: *so much blush!*

Maritime: *looks down just in time to see the hand stop and chuckles* *softly* You still have yours?

Marty: *blinks, surprised at the question* Yes.

Maritime: *grin* I nearly joined the civil war for that guy. *wears no badge, while her husband's Autobadge is clear*

bitty Wake: *taste-testing that badge now, kthx*

Marty: *quietly* I nearly joined the military for mine.

Maritime: *expression softens* He's worth following.

Marty: *nod, expression a bit distant now as she thinks about the past, and how Jacob told her that the reason he joined the military was so he could keep her safe*

Maritime: *quietly* He said he joined the Autobots to keep Terra safe.

Marty: *just as quietly* Mine said he joined the military to keep me safe... And then explained that as long as the US was free, he'd know I was safe.

Maritime: ^_^ It was the Quadriate charge that broke the Decepticon ranks and won the war, in our reality. Our Cybertron is still alive and sunlit.

Marty: The Vietnam war... Nobody really won. Jacob went and served, and I thank Heaven that he came back safely, every single day.

Aoife: Except for those wings?

Maritime: *brows lift* Wings?

Marty: *nods* He had wings grafted on as part of a government experiment, since he's X-Positive, and his bones are hollow like a bird's.

Maritime: They were a danger? *protective glance toward her husband, though he was born with his wings*

JakeBrake: *has gone over to hug lbWake and let bittyWake drool on him*

Marty: We didn't know that they weren't grafted on safely, and that they'd begun to form dangerous tumors. A friend of my grandson's helped fix things.

Aoife: My brother, Mr. blue twinkles. *snerk*

Denpup: Scattor's awesome, when he's not trolling peeps. *chuckle*

Aoife: *nearly falls off Maritime's lap as two forms come flying out of the Black Dog* *unprintable surprise!*

Rose: *hides behind Auntie Den!*

Deluge and Downrush: *pounding each other on the head and trying to bite each others' trims off as they roll in the dirt in front of the 'Dog*

JakeBrake: *gives son to alter son, and then goes to kick his older kids apart* Come on, you two. You said you'd behave.

Marty: ... I don't even need to ask who those two are. I'm pretty sure I know.

lbWakeJumper: *clicking and talking softly to his bitty alternate*

bitty Wake: *has much happy!*

Deluge: She called me a runt!

Downrush: *BITE*

JakeBrake: *sighs and kicks harder, his expression saying just how much he hates to do it*

Frostbite: *comes tearing out, a petite (for a baytech Quadriate), exquisitely beautiful fury of a youngling* You two are slaggin' embarrassments!

twins: *stop fighting and stare up at her with betrayed expressions*

Marty: *hand to mouth, tears welling up as she realizes she's looking at a different version of the first baby that she had been pregnant with but had miscarried. She's never told anyone about that, because she was certain it was something she'd done wrong that caused the miscarriage*

Aoife and Maritime: *now both looking at her with dismay and reaching to offer comfort*

Maritime: What's wrong? The twins didn't hurt each other. *glances over to where JakeBrake is now cuddling the girls and clicking to them*

Marty: *small headshake, doesn't trust herself to speak at the moment*

Aoife: *shuts her eyes, and then opens them again and looks at Marty* It wasn't your fault. It was her X gene.

Maritime: *sudden understanding, and picks the two organic women up to hold them close*

Marty: *quietly weeping now*

Aoife: *softly* Do you want to go home?

Marty: *small nod*

Maritime: *quietly* Do you want to see her, first?

Marty: *wibbles and then nods*

Maritime: *looks up and calls her eldest over*

Frostbite: *approaches curiously, her stride leggy and coltish*

Maritime: Make sure your hands aren't cold.

Marty: *doing her best to keep calm*

Frostbite: *sticks her hands on her mother, then looks quizzically at Maritime's face*

Maritime: That's good. *gently hands her Marty*

Frostbite: *holds the little human lady close, her expression sharp with sympathy as she studies her*

Maritime: *quietly* Frostbite had some health problems when she was new. That's why she's so compact.

Marty: *trying so hard not to cry*

Frostbite: *softly* You don't need to cry, Auntie. You have me now.

Marty: *quietly* Oh, sweetie...

Frostbite: *quick glance to her mother, and then looks back to Marty* I'll come back with you for awhile, okay? *startles as an excited squeal comes from by her feet*

Calypso: *clings to Sissy's leg. Wants to go with you, Sissy and Auntie!*

Maritime: *soft laughter* Do you have space for them, Sis?

Marty: Er... Well, I think there might be room outside?

Frostbite: *grins a grin that is Jacob all over* We can fit into surprising places. *concentrates, and there is suddenly a petite blonde with a familiar face sitting in her hands with Marty*

Marty: *so surprised*

Calypso: *click and chirpstorm!*

Maritime: *reaches down and triggers Calypso's transform and holoform* *then sets the dark-haired toddler into Marty's arms*

Calypso: *so much click and chirpstorm!*

Maritime: They're called holoforms. They're like a second body for us. *glances toward a funny sound from her son, and resultant laughter from her twins*

hCalypso: *nomma thumb. Nummy thumb*

Maritime: *offers hCalypso a smaller version of the beloved boat*

hCalypso: Eeee! *will hug her lovie*

hFrostbite: *hopeful and loving smile to Marty*

Marty: *so much wibble, will hug hFrostbite*

hFrostbite: *hugs back, her eyes squeezing shut just like Marty's do*

Aoife: *softly* You'd better go on home, Marty.

Maritime: *nod nod* *her smile says she's got perfect confidence in her alter sister*

Marty: *small nod, will fumble for her PINpoint*

Killer: *hunkers down slightly to look at Caly and hold out his arms* You wanna ride, sha?

hCalypso: *reaches for the soft peep, squeaking and clickstorming*

Killer: *takes babby and cuddles her* Awww. Who's a pretty little doll, huh?

hCalypso: *chatterbug!*

Killer: *grins, and then looks at Marty*

Aoife: I want to see some pictures of Irons when he smells those peaches. *grin that just sparkles with mischief*

Marty: *very soft snerk*

Maritime: See you soon, sis. *voice sounds happy, and she is. This Quadriate lady finally has a sibling of her own*

Marty: *nods, makes sure everyone and everything that needs to go back to the school is ready*

hFrostbite: *hugga Auntie!*

Marty: *surprised sound as she realizes everything she came to the Nexus to buy is in the tiny, zipper purse*

Aoife: *chuckles* Every girl needs a bag of holding.

Marty: *very soft snerk*

Aoife: *waves* Take care.

Marty: Stay safe.

Killer: *hand on her shoulder and butt against Frostbite and Calypso's main bodies*

hCalypso: *just chirping away happily as she pokes through the soft person's backpack*

Marty: *will bring the group back to the school*

Swiper: Yipe! *grabs his kitty and books it out across the backyard*

Kitty: Eeeeeee. *laughter*

Killer: ...Huh?

Nessa: Mom! Caly and Perceptor just got back from their honeymoon! *waves and grins from the kitchen door*

Marty: *worried now* What happened? *knows that Perceptor and Calypso were taking a two month tour of ocean and fighting scenes, and that they were only about a month into the tour*

Nessa: *massive grin* Caly's preggers!

hFrostbite: *looks at baby sister* o.O?

hCalypso: *chirp?*

Marty: *boggling now*

Del: *dragging Rush out in a headlock, is applying a noogie to his twin's head*

Rush: *flailing and not-cussing!*

hCaly: *squeal* Tsissies! *point!*

hFrostbite: *looks at those two guys and frowns* Huh?

Marty: Del! Rush! Settle down! *so stern*

hFrostbite: *walks over and scowls up at the guys* This is Deluge and Downrush? Guys? You gotta be kidding.

Del: *raised brow for the tiny blonde* And who're you supposed to be? *yup. still has Rush in a headlock*

Rush: *swatting at brother ribs now*

Marty: *wibbling just slightly* That's an alternate of the older sister who didn't get to stay around to meet you.

Del: *both brows up now, drops Rush*

Rush: *awks as he lands*

hFrostbite: My name's Frostbite. *hands on hips, confident challenge in every petite line of her*

Del: ... You're a girl. I can't hit a girl.

Rush: Yeah, right. You've hit Caly when she's clobbered you before, Del.

hFrostbite: *runs and grabs her baby sister's holoform, then runs back and pitches the toddler into Del's face*

hCaly: *KISSIE!* *oh, and swats with her lovie*

Del: *awks and falls to the ground*

Rush: *laughs at that* She showed you!

hFrostbite: *boots Rush in the back of the knee*

Rush: Awk! *retaliatory swat before he realizes what he's doing*

hFrostbite: *ducks with a laugh, then kicks him in the back of the other knee*

Rush: *notcuss!*

hCalypso: *happy bweee!*

hFrostbite: *shoulder whap while Rush is off balance*

Jacki: *squeal from the gazebo, and then laughter*

Blue: *laughing and talking to his wife*

Rush: *summons a rush of water, trying to make hFrostbite look like a drowned rat!*

hFrostbite: *derezzes. While standing right in front of Calypso, who had just stepped out to see who was having fun without her*

Calypso: *cuss*

Marty: Calypso, don't teach your baby alternate those words. *slight grin*

hCaly: *pauses in kissies to be pert!*

Calypso: ...Babby alternate? *confused*

Marty: *points and quietly explains*

hFrostbite: *flying football tackle at Rush*

Rush: *gonna fight back!*

Calypso: ... *impressed obscenity*

hCaly: *parrots herself!* *and baps Bubby with her lovie*

Del: Ow!

Calypso: *gonna give her bitty alternate pointers*

Marty: *shoulders shaking now as she laughs*

fFrostbite: *already knows how to cheat. Has Rush pinned*

Rush: *struggling to free himself*

Del: *flailing*

Marty: *headshake, will move to bring Killer into the house* *to her kids* Try not to get too muddy before dinner.

Rush: *only one who replies, and it's a yelp as he runs from his freshly washed twin sister as hFrostbite laughs*

Marty: *delivers goods and Killer, reports to Optima, and then goes to prepare a room in her family's apartment for her new kids while Jacob helps in between checking at the window to update her on yard shenanigans*

((Written with random_xtras))