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HSV. Autobot Base and Oriental Market. Found Ifiri
Optimus: *sitting at his desk and talking to two visitors as he watches Sari chase Sam around in the hall outside his office with something called a tea egg* //Perceptor, are you busy?//
Perceptor: //Kia and I are at the point in our experiment where we are able to leave it safely for a few days, Optimus.//
Optimus: //I don't think you'll need days for this.// *brows lift slightly as Sari sits on Sam and he shrieks and tries to flee the food she's showing him* //Do you remember Bluetooth and her mate?//
Perceptor: //Yes. I just received a datalog of their observations of aurora activity a few hours ago, in fact.//
Bluetooth: //Ah. I need to apologize for that, or rather we do. It wasn't actually our work.//
Perceptor: *surprised* //It was not?//
Bluetooth: //No. You see, Crankshaft and myself have not been in the reality.//
Perceptor: *curious now* //You have not? Where have you been, if I may inquire?//
Optimus: *as he watches Hank make off with the container of tea eggs and be pursued by two irate young people* //Why don't you come to my office, Perceptor? I think the explanation would be easier done in person.//
Perceptor: //Very well. I shall be there shortly, Optimus.//
Bluetooth: //Erm. Do you think you could bring a cup of coffee with you?//
Perceptor: //... I shall do so.//
Bluetooth: //Ta!//
Perceptor: *walking carefully so as not to spill the cup of coffee. Also has packets of sugar and cream, as he was advised by Mikaela that it's considered rude not to offer those with the coffee*
Hank: *hanging from his toes by the ceiling a little ways from Optimus' door*
Sam: *standing in the middle of the hall and looking up and muttering about getting a gun*
Perceptor: *nods a polite greeting to Hank and Sam as he passes them*
Hank: *cheerful grin and then pops the last tea egg into his mouth*
Sam: *groans and leaves*
Perceptor: *looks to see if the door to Optimus' office is open*
Optimus: *calls through the door* Come in, Perceptor. And don't drop it.
Perceptor: *will enter the office, still moving carefully so he doesn't drop the coffee*
woman: *dark haired and middle aged, she looks up from poking at the heavyset man who is conked out with his head on a suitcase and gives a little cry of welcome* Perceptor!
Perceptor: *blink blink, connects the dots* Bluetooth, did you and Crankshaft come into contact with an LOL? *will crouch carefully and offer the coffee, sugar, and cream*
Bluetooth: *takes the coffee and skillfully prepares it with the right additions, then goes to Crankshaft and sets about feeding him some* No. We met with a delightful young man named Legacy, and have spent a little while teaching science to two lovely young people.
Perceptor: *intrigued now* Am I correct in guessing that it was in a reality other than this one?
Bluetooth: *looks up and smiles again* It was indeed. A gentleman named Charlie offered us knowledge of new technology in return for mentoring the youngsters.
Perceptor: *headtilt* What new technology, if I may ask?
Bluetooth: *smile grows as her mate speaks groggily*
Crankshaft: *as he takes the coffee cup into his own hands* We're wearing it.
Sam: *running down the aisle of the Asian grocery* NOOOOOOOO, DUN WANT IT!
Sari: *chasing him with tea eggs again* But you said we had to buy some more.
woman: *has very light red hair and brown eyes. Is currently bundled up with a sweatshirt and long pants despite the fact that it's warm outside* *snorks at the couple as she carefully weighs small, bright red peppers*
Sari: *stops short as she sees something next to the peppers the woman's interested in* They have ghost peppers!
Sam: *gone!*
woman: *more snork* What's 'is problem?
Sari: Low blood sugar. I have to stop playing around and just force feed him a tea egg. *sniffing and examining the pale peach coloured peppers that caught her interest*
woman: Did ye try feedin' 'im somet'in sweet first?
Sari: *light chuckle* No, because we've got work we need to get done today.
woman: *amused headshake* *points to some peppers a bit farther down* T'ose're good fer a kick.
Sari: *glances at them* What are they?
woman: T'ey's Tagalog peppers.
Sari: *interested expression* I actually haven't heard of those. Do you know how they compare to these?
woman: T'ey's a bit less hot t'an ghost chilies, but t'ey's still good fer eatin'.
Sari: *chooses two of the peppers she was looking at and puts them into her shopping basket* Ohhh. Have you ever had a Butch T? Or a Reaper?
woman: *nod* Aye. T'ey's too 'ot fer me.
Sari: *chuckles* They're too hot for Transformers.
woman: *blink blink* Too 'ot fer Transformers? *raised brow*
Sari: Yup. I've seen their chief doctor cry after tasting one.
woman: *snerk* T'at sounds some interestin'.
Sari: His little son put it in his mouth after feeding him a few blue plastic things. *checks her basket. Checks for Sam. Sees him outside, running away from a blue sabertooth. Puts another container of tea eggs in her basket*
woman: *snerk* 'Tudy kid.
Sari: Oh, 'Buster's the best. *wide grin as she says it, and she's also putting dried and shredded fish into her basket now*
woman: *reaching for some dried squid* Is t'at the 'un t'at was on TV the ot'er day wit' the big blue 'n red Transformer?
Sari: Oh no. That was Velocia. Optimus is the big guy, and he's her dad.
woman: Ah. *small nod* *will reach for a container of palm sugar, consider it for a few moments, then put it back*
Sari: Do you ever watch heavy drag racing? *watching the chase through the window now*
woman: *headshake* Not really int' watchin' races.
Sari: Aw. Too bad. You'd see Velocia and her brother Diehard there a lot. *startled laughter as the beautiful yellow Camaro in the lot suddenly transforms and pounces on Sam and the blue cat*
woman: *looks where the other woman is looking* T'at's the 'un t'at photobombed Anderson Cooper's show last week. *grin*
Sari: That's Bumblebee. *laughing more as she remembers how the bot stood behind the interview for Simmons' latest book and danced to 'Too Sexy For My Life'* My boyfriend's best friend.
woman: *looks again* I's got a few classes wit' 'im.
Sari: *perks* Really? What's your name? I'm Sari Sumdac.
woman: I's Kaitlyn Yeager.
Sari: Have you ever talked to Bumblebee? *turning toward the counter as she talks, intending to pay for her purchases*
Kaitlyn: *headshake* 'E's famous, 'n I's jes' an astronomy student. *getting her wallet out*
Sari: *soft razz as she puts her newly purchased stuff into her floral shopping bag* Bee's not famous. He's just another punk teenage father.
Kaitlyn: *snerk* Sounds like some o' the idiots in class, t'en.
Sari: *turns and goes to the door as it opens, then stoops and lifts a tiny, beautiful blue bot into her arms* Daddy's a dummy, isn't he, Rap?
Rap: *chuckles and lays his head on Aunty's shoulder, big green eyes dancing*
Kaitlyn: Awwww. *grins and tucks her receipt away in her wallet*
Sari: Come on out and say hi. *grins and turns as Rap sits up and examines Kaitlyn with the interest of a baby extrovert*
Kaitlyn: *will move to do so, after she packs her purchases in the rear basket of a bicycle that's chained up nearby*
Bumblebee: *trash talking Sam as he holds him in one hand*
Sam: *legs dangling as he scolds his friend*
blue cat: *grunting and trying to squirm out from under Bumblebee's butt*
Sari: *long stare at them, and then a glance at Kaitlyn* The dumb's not contagious. Really.
Kaitlyn: *chuckles* Are ye sure, b'y?
Sari: Do I look dumb? *laughs at the stupid question, and then hollers up at Bumblebee* Hey! Rap got away again!
Bumblebee: *acks and sets Sam down, moving to let Hank up. Will come to retrieve Rap from Sari*
Kaitlyn: *tiny little surprised squeak*
Sari: *quizzical look for the squeak even as she swats at Bumblebee's hand and makes scolding sounds at him*
Sam: *REALLY scolding now* Oh man, Jazz is gonna kill you, man.
Bumblebee: *fussing over Rap now*
Kaitlyn: *trying not to go into fangirl mode*
Rap: *shows his daddy one little hand, and then jumps to see Kaitlyn and offer her kissies*
Sari: Now you're in for it, 'Bee.
Sam: Now you're in for it, 'Bee.
Kaitlyn: *startled awk, will make sure Rap doesn't fall*
Bumblebee: *facepalm* Rap, ask before you invade someone's space!
Rap: *gives Daddy a funny look*
Sam: I told you you had to model the correct behaviour and not just talk about it! I told you!
Kaitlyn: *can't help it, is going to snickerfit*
Sari: You know he's not going to let go, 'Bee. And we have work to do back at base.
Rap: *offers conversation to the pretty lady! Clickerfit of doom, and all these cute looks!*
Kaitlyn: Uh-huh. 'S t'at so? *will babydance*
Rap: *kissie?*
Bumblebee: *facepalm, groan*
Sam: *glances toward the girl as her accent registers* Hey, I know you.
Kaitlyn: *as she tries to avoid getting kissied by an enthusiastic baby bot* Yeah, b'y?
Sam: You're... *finger pointing at the sky... but it wavers as he draws a blank*
Bumblebee: *helps out by playing a clip of Sam talking about how "The girl who sounds like Hormah told off some of the jocks in class" one day*
Kaitlyn: *expression goes from friendly to black scowl in a heartbeat*
Bumblebee: *ack* No, wait, it's not like that!
Sam: What did he say? What did he say? That wasn't you? *slightly panicked as he gives his friend an accusing glance*
Sari: *hand on Kaitlyn's shoulder* *quietly* What's wrong?
Rap: S'wong? *brows lifted as he studies Kaitlyn's face*
Kaitlyn: Ye called me a whore?
Sari: 0_0 *blush* No! Hormah is someone's name! She's actually a pastor. Her name's Hebrew or something like that.
Sam: *also red in the face* *squeak* Yeah!
Bumblebee: *frantic nodnod*
Kaitlyn: ... *not sure she believes what she's hearing*
Sari: *phone out of pocket and she's calling up a Bible dictionary. Shows Kaitlyn her finding: Hormah is a term for sacrificial destruction. Like the kind the Israelites did to various cities in the Promised Land*
Rap: *squeaks and points to the phone. Is it a story?*
Kaitlyn: ... Oh.
Bumblebee: *projects a holo-image of the bot in question* That's Hormah.
Sam: *chokes as what he was going to say changes to* Does she know you took that?
Sari: *face palm*
Rap: *points and chats to the picture*
Bumblebee: I asked before I took it.
Kaitlyn: So she sounds like me?
Sari: Well, she deedles and beeps a lot too. She's only half Transformer. *thinks she has the story right now*
Kaitlyn: ... Only 'alf? *raised brow*
Sari: Yeah. There are other cybernetic races.
Rap: Wuv wuv. *tries for kissies again*
Kaitlyn: *awks*
Hank: *steps past the three friends in various stages of spazz* Kaitlyn Yeager?
Kaitlyn: *startles and looks to Hank*
Hank: *blinks with surprise as he sees her face, but then schools his own features into a friendly grin* Hank McCoy. You called about tutoring?
Sam: She did? *blink blink. Looks up at Bumblebee*
Bumblebee: *shrug. He's got nothing*
Kaitlyn: *expression clears and she nods* Aye.
Hank: Rap, I need to bring this young lady to the diner so I can help her with her homework. Will you return to your sire?
Rap: Me tsee her first! *hugs Kaitlyn*
Sam: *looks up at Bumblebee with shock. Where did your kid get that????*
Bumblebee: *one with his facepalm*
Sari: Ahhh. We could go back to base. Bumblebee has an empty seat. *hopeful grin, will this solve the problem?*
Hank: *uncertain frown*
Kaitlyn: *surprised, slight grin, revealing that at least one of her canines is longer than normal*
Hank: *very slight perk as that interest flares up again*
Sam: I don't know...
Bumblebee: *sees that Kaitlyn is trying not to shiver* It's probably warmer at the base than the diner'd be.
Hank: And the coffee is much better...
Sari: *lifts her brows at the taller girl*
Kaitlyn: Alright. *small nod*
Bumblebee: *will transform to vehicle mode and open his doors* *cheery music*
Sari: I'll show you how to put Rap in his seat. *heads for the Camaro*
Jazz: *got a call from her husband. Is lounging against the gatepost of the extensive compound as Bumblebee pulls up ahead of Hank's scooter*
Rap: Mama! :D
Kaitlyn: *blink* Bhuh?
Sam and Sari: *jump out as soon as Bumblebee opens his doors*
Kaitlyn: *unbuckling*
Bumblebee: *will transform and catch both Kaitlyn and Rap*
Kaitlyn: *string of unprintable obscenities*
Jazz: *as she swaggers over* Hey, I think you might actually be teachin' my kid some new words there.
Rap: Mama! :D
Kaitlyn: *very shaken up by the unexpected air time*
Bumblebee: *gently sets Kaitlyn down so he has hands free for Jazz*
Hank: *big hand gently touches her arm. Quietly* Don't look up.
Kaitlyn: *doubled over and trying to catch her breath* *shakily* 'Kay.
Sam: 'Beeeeee, that's disgusting! You're in public!
Sari: *laughing* Make him stagger, Jazz!
Hank: *clears throat and offers to guide Kaitlyn through the gate*
Kaitlyn: *accepts the offered guidance*
Hank: *leads her along the road, past the odd patch of flowers or chilies, and the pen that the bull lives in* I fear me this was a less than auspicious introduction to our precincts.
Kaitlyn: *still a bit shaky, but will nod* At least t'is ain't as bad as if ye'd met me when I was livin' 'n London...
Hank: *quizzical glance* In London? *protective stance as something roars from the bull pen*
Annabelle's cat: *doesn't even look toward the roar as he trots out to see if he can lay on an Ironhide*
Kaitlyn: *nod* Aye. I would'a been too sick ta come outta me flat.
Hank: *stoops to absently scoop up his cellphone and sit her on his shoulder* Wert affected by the smog?
Kaitlyn: *slight shrug* Mostly the cold 'n rain.
Hank: *brows lift* Will you elucidate? *absent pat for his phone as the little thing starts tinkling a pretty melody*
Kaitlyn: Rainy days 'n cold days, I starts takin' ill.
Hank: *guides her past a knock down drag out slap fight between a red bot and a golden bot* Dost know the root of the problem?
Kaitlyn: *headshake* Been t'at way fer years. Even 'n the group 'omes, I was some sickly durin' rainstorms.
Hank: *frowns* But surely you've had medical attention?
Kaitlyn: The doctors ain't got the foggiest clue. Stopped gettin' as sick when I moved 'ere, at least.
Hank: I see. *curious glint in the dark eyes behind the glasses* *doesn't look up as he passes the open door of Optimus' office. This is probably a mistake*
Kaitlyn: Maybe I's jes' a freak... The dentists're all scared o' me teet', too. *indicates her canines, which are clearly long and sharp*
Perceptor: *sticks his head out of Optimus' office* Pardon me for interrupting, but I couldn't help but overhear... I believe I may know what affliction the young miss has.
Hank: *had been so intent on Kaitlyn that he didn't realize his friend was there. ...And he's now... fluffy. And blue* 0.o
Kaitlyn: *startles badly, and then is frantically trying to put out the small, lavender and blue flames that are threatening to ignite her sweater*
Hank: *eyes are enormous now behind his glasses* Ifiri...
Perceptor: *quick to get the non-flammable blanket and wrap Kaitlyn in it* So it would appear my hypothesis was correct.
Kaitlyn: *muffled as she's wrapped* The *beeep*'re ye talkin' 'bout?
Hank: Come. Let's sit in here. *starts to reach for her arm again, but then realizes that he's in beast mode and hesitates*
Kaitlyn: *manages to get her head uncovered, pauses when she sees Hank* ... *blink. Blink* *finds herself reaching to try and touch his fur*
Hank: *quietly* It is quite real. I am human, but possessed of an unusual gene.*doesn't draw his arm away from her fingers*
Kaitlyn: *fingers gently brush against the fur, and she makes a quiet, happy little squee as she finds it to be very soft*
Hank: *quietly* It doesn't... disgust you?
Kaitlyn: It's so soft! *positively delighted, and distracted from the fact that her sweater's charred in places*
Hank: *silent, but his chin trembles*
Perceptor: *hand over mouth, so amused now that he recognizes Kaitlyn's voice* *can also tell that though the redhead is Ifiri, she's not very strong, and is far colder in temperature than most of her counterparts would be* *quietly* Perhaps it would be prudent to relocate to a less public area and resume friendly discussion?
Hank: *for the first time since they've met he's tuned his friend out. He's aware of nothing but the red-haired girl admiring his fur* You... you like it, then?
Kaitlyn: *nod, a grin that unintentionally bares her fangs on her face*
Hank: *starts to smile, showing his own fangs in the process, but instead meeps and startles as Perceptor touches him on the shoulder* *fur floofs again*
Kaitlyn: *also startles, small poofs of flame catching already charred spots on her sweater alight once more* *awks and frantically deals with the flames*
Hank: *reproachful and irritated look for Perceptor* What is it?
Perceptor: I believe there are clothes that might fit the young miss in one of the guest rooms.
Hank: No no. *frowns* She needs one of the new garments that I recently purchased from Ana's husband. They are flame proof as well as capable of dealing with shifts in form.
Perceptor: *blinks and looks interested*
Hank: *shifts back to human form, and his black shorts and wrist bands become black slacks and shoes and a loud orange Hawaiian shirt* Come, Miss Yeager. I'll bring you somewhere more comfortable and procure you a replacement for your sweater.
Kaitlyn: *small nod, will try and wrap as much of the sweater remains around herself as she can to keep from shivering*
Hank: *hesitates, but then offers to put his arm around her shoulders*
Kaitlyn: *another small nod, lips pressed together to keep her teeth from chattering loudly* *will lean against you now, Hank*
Hank: *shares as much warmth as he can as he leads down the hall toward his lab. Once they reach it he leaves her near his armchair and then hurries behind the screen that separates his bed from the rest of the area*
Kaitlyn: *giving the lab a curious once-over glance, rubbing her arms a bit to try and get warmer*
Hank: *back! Holds up a plain black shirt and slacks, and a long gown-like garment* Which would you prefer?
Kaitlyn: *looks* Th-the shirt 'n slacks. *teeth chattering slightly*
Hank: *hands them over, and then bows and indicates that she should go behind the screen*
Kaitlyn: *hurries behind the screen* *will soon be swapping her jeans, t-shirt and scorched sweater for the shirt and slacks* *curiously runs her hands over the shirt, curious about what the fabric is made of*
shirt: *thickening even as she touches it, becoming plush on the inward side and developing a pattern that corresponds with her flames on the outer side. And it and the slacks start to radiate a gentle warmth*
Kaitlyn: *very quiet sigh of relief as the shirt and slacks begin radiating warmth* *will study the slacks as well*
slacks: *now have the appearance of a soft wool weave. And the cuffs are separating and forming into a pair of heavy socks*
Kaitlyn: *can't help it, must laugh at that*
Hank: Miss Yeager?
Kaitlyn: The trousers added socks! *so amused by that*
Hank: *rumbles a chuckle* Ah, yes. The AI in the more customizable garments art quite apt at adapting to the needs of their wearers. Wilst come out so that we might test them?
Kaitlyn: Aye. *moves to come from behind the screen, carefully folding her original clothes over her arm*
Hank: *reaches to take the older garments and lay them on the armchair, then urges her over to stand inside a clear tank that sits on the other side of the room* Here. *cheerful grin* Thou'rt welcome to warm thyself in there.
Kaitlyn: *raised brow, but will enter the tank, trying to make the flames appear instead of trying to keep them from escaping*
Hank: *closes the door to the tank just as Perceptor peeks into the room*
Perceptor: *was about to suggest a few things he knows that Kaitlyn's counterpart that frequents the Nexus likes to eat, startled squeal as the tank interior is suddenly filled with a violent reaction of pale blue and lavender flames*
Hank: *doesn't even flinch from that almighty foom* *instead lifts his voice* Art feeling better?
flames: *subside to nothing, revealing a giggly, highly entertained Kaitlyn*
Kaitlyn: *is also sitting on the floor and is still fully clothed, too!*
Hank: *grins, and then hits a button that causes a fine spray of alcohol into the tank*
Kaitlyn: *startle* *FWOOM*
Perceptor: Mercy me! *so shocked*
Hank: *thinks a minute's worth of alcohol should be enough to help Miss Yeager feel better. Hits the button again to turn off the spray*
Perceptor: ... If she were any other Ifiri, she'd be upset later.
Hank: *looks up quizzically* Upset at being fed?
Perceptor: Upset at the fuel. I am quite familiar with how most of her alternates have a preference for alcoholic beverages.
Hank: ... I was but supplying a flammable substance. *glances at Kaitlyn*
Kaitlyn: *still seated, but has a muzzy grin on her face*
Perceptor: She's Kae Yau. As long as it's flammable and alcoholic, she'll enjoy it.
Hank: Then refrain from griefing me. Don't you have visitors?
Perceptor: Bluetooth and Crankshaft are family. Kia and Aria are conversing with them currently. *which means he is as well*
Hank: *narrows eyes slightly even as he opens the door to the tank* I feel myself inclined to agree with Skywarp.
Perceptor: *tsks softly*
Kaitlyn: *mumbles something that sounds like a different language*
Hank: *attention back to Kaitlyn* Strange... I'm totally unfamiliar with that language.
Kaitlyn: *muzzy grin*
Perceptor: *silent as he and Kia discuss the language and try to cross reference it*
Hank: *tunes Perceptor out again* Aren't you coming out of the tank, Miss Yeager?
Kaitlyn: Hm? *going to try and get to her feet now... maybe*
Hank: *arms out to catch her and help her up, even as he sniffs to see if she's burned off all the alcohol she'd been sprayed with*
Kaitlyn: *managed to burn off most of the alcohol, is tipsy. And clearly has rarely, if ever been in such a state*
Hank: *starts to regret what he's done* *quietly* Can you hear me, Miss Yeager?
Kaitlyn: *slow nod* Mhmm.
Hank: How do you feel? *still offering support*
Kaitlyn: Warm 'n fuzzy. *chuckles*
Hank: *lowers his arms, since they don't seem to be required* Do you want to go home?
Kaitlyn: *headshake* Nay, b'y. 'Appy right 'ere.
Hank: *slightly non-plussed* Would you like to go to the public sitting room?
Kaitlyn: *muzzy blink* Why?
Hank: Er... *blinks and pushes his glasses up his nose* So you aren't alone in the quarters of a strange man?
Kaitlyn: *slow blink* Wouldn't be the first time.
Hank: Ah. *outgoing chatterbox is now uncertain* Would you care to have a seat?
Kaitlyn: *soft hum, and a slight nod*
Hank: *will now try to guide her over to the armchair*
Perceptor: *softly* Miss Yeager was speaking in the language of the Ifiri earlier.
Hank: *is furry again! Also growling softly and giving his friend a Look for startling him*
Perceptor: Thankfully, it wasn't anything like the words her counterpart that frequents the Nexus prefers to utilize.
Kaitlyn: *happy sound, snuggle*
Hank: *distracted from Perceptor. Startled look down at Kaitlyn and an inadvertent hug, which he quickly stops. Instead moves to settle Kaitlyn into the armchair*
Kaitlyn: *slight hint of a pout as she sits in the armchair*
Perceptor: *scanning the Ifiri woman and comparing her readings with the scans of Mama Yau*
Hank: *quietly excuses himself to Kaitlyn after carefully triggering the reclining mechanism, then turns and leaves the room, walking right under Perceptor to do so*
Perceptor: *startled squeak*
Hank: *walks right down the corridor, and into the auditorium, then flops into the nearest human size seat*
Optimus: *looks over from where he's sitting and doing paperwork after having been geeked right out of his office by Bluetooth, Crankshaft, and Perceptor*
Diehard: *chatterbug where he's perched on Daddy's head and helping with paperwork!*
Optimus: *concerned frown when Hank fails to respond to Diehard's chatter. Looks toward the door, sensors seeking for what's upset the usually cheerful and voluble scientist*
Diehard: *bwee?* *will move to climb down off of Daddy to see his friend*
Hank: *startles slightly and looks up at little hands on his knee, then scoops the sparklet up and holds him close, mind already miles away again*
Optimus: *frowns as the silence continues* //Perceptor, is there something wrong with Hank?//
Perceptor: *slight start, will explain about the events of the past half hour* //I believe Miss Yeager may have something to do with his apparent distress...//
Optimus: *frown goes confused* //You say she was admiring his fur?//
Perceptor: //Indeed... And her admiration of Doctor McCoy's fur is consistent with the love most of her alternates have for furred beings.//
Optimus: //And now she's drunk...//
Perceptor: //Indeed. A combination of alcohol and her own abilities lead to her current state.//
Optimus: *slight smile and fishes a wish out of storage* *softly* //I wish that Kaitlyn Yeager may no longer be too overcharged to react in a sober manner.// *listens to see what's happened*
Perceptor: *startled squeak and a bit of fussing as Kaitlyn vacates the chair*
Kaitlyn: *insisting that she needs to find Hank*
Perceptor: *offers to bring Kaitlyn to Hank and is told no thanks*
Optimus: *gets up and goes to the door, then looks up the corridor* *gravely* He's here, Miss Yeager.
Kaitlyn: *enters the auditorium and looks around*
Diehard: *chirp?*
Hank: *is a confused pair of eyes looking over toward the door as he turns for a better view* You shouldn't be wandering around in your state. *is huggin' a bitty bot*
Kaitlyn: *snort* I's feelin' fine, b'y.
Hank: *brows up* So quickly? *going to stand up and absently sit Diehard on his hip before taking a couple steps toward Kaitlyn*
Kaitlyn: Aye. Was a cloud'a fairy lights... *shrugs a shoulder*
Hank: *blinks and then looks up at Perceptor* You said you were out of... er, fairy lights. *had asked earlier, because he was trying to clean up a determined mess*
Perceptor: *frown* I am...
Kaitlyn: ... *raised brow* Ye c'n get fairy lights easy? *surprised*
Hank: *stops in mid discussion-with-Perceptor* *blinks and looks uncertainly back and up at Optimus*
Optimus: *curiously* What do you know about fairy lights, Miss Yeager?
Kaitlyn: *ducks her head a bit* Jes' th' stories th' staff o' the group 'ome'd tell...
Optimus: *settles down to sit on the floor, and then leans on his elbows to be smaller* What did their stories say?
Kaitlyn: Jes' t'at fairy lights c'n be a boon 'r a curse, dependin' on the will o' the fairy giftin' 'em...
Optimus: *quiet low chuckle* These can't curse.
Kaitlyn: *slight sideways peek at Optimus*
Optimus: *offers her a tiny blue spot of light* They are called wishes.
Kaitlyn: *raised brow as she reaches for the wish so she can study it*
light: *sits in her hand*
Kaitlyn: *brings it closer to her face, squinting slightly and tilting her head, which makes the hair covering one ear fall slightly, revealing a very faint scar along the top of said ear*
Hank: *softly and indignantly* They removed the points of your ears?
Kaitlyn: *startles, hand not holding the wish going to touch the scar* *quietly* T'ey di'n't want me bein' bullied... Bad 'nough me teet're some sharp.
Hank: *sadness and a hint of anger which is directed toward his employer for not helping Kaitlyn when she was young* *quietly* Your teeth are fine. There is nothing wrong with them.
Diehard: *talks about teefs. So much talk about teefs*
Kaitlyn: *feeling a bit self-conscious now, will offer Optimus the wish*
Optimus: *shakes his head and smiles slightly* You may use it.
Kaitlyn: ... *confused in addition to self-consciousness*
Optimus: Just say what you wish for.
Kaitlyn: ... *so very lost looking now*
Hank: *helpfully* The usual form is "I wish for..."
Kaitlyn: *softly* I dunno what t' be wishin' fer.
Hank: There is nothing that you truly desire? Not even a favourite snack?
Optimus: You can also save it.
Kaitlyn: *looks very uncertain now*
Diehard: Noms! *sunny grin*
Optimus: Diehard, you just had a cookie. *so much affection in the deep voice*
Diehard: *chirps at Daddy*
Kaitlyn: *hand not holding the wish goes to hug her arm uncertainly*
Optimus: *quiet apology* I didn't mean to disturb you with the gift.
Kaitlyn: I jes... T'ere's so much I could ask fer...
Optimus: Ahhh. I have a whole bottle of wishes.
Hank: *face palm. Snerk*
Kaitlyn: *ducks her head and snerks to hide her wibble*
Hank: *perks* Perhaps one wish has already been granted?
Kaitlyn: *looks up, confused* Huh?
Hank: *uncertain now* Your new outfit. *uses the words he's heard the girls use*
Kaitlyn: *blinks, and then she's chuckling softly* Aye, I suppose so.
Optimus: Did you buy that outfit today, Miss Yeager? *interested in nearly everything, yup*
Kaitlyn: *headshake* Hank got it fer me.
Hank: I merely shared one that I had bought on impulse. *finds himself ducking his head and looking at Diehard instead of at Kaitlyn* *quietly* I'm glad to help.
Diehard: *chirrrrup*
Kaitlyn: *quietly* 'T's nice not t' be freezin' fer once.
Hank: *fur fluffs slightly at the thought of being cold. He's wearing his shirt now, even though he has his fur*
Kaitlyn: *mind goes back to something Hank said earlier* *quietly* Why's what me ears look like so important?
Hank: *looks up* No one should have to be forced to look like something they aren't just to be accepted.
Kaitlyn: *very slight wibble*
Hank: *simply* I know what it feels like to look different, though I myself am human.
Kaitlyn: ... *wibble turns to a slight frown* I ain't?
Hank: *looks at her, trying to tell if it will be safe to tell the young woman of her true racial identity. Glances toward the door, but sees that Perceptor was struck with the need to wander absently away. Attention back to Kaitlyn*
Kaitlyn: *quietly, a slight glint of desperation in her eyes* If ye knows...
Hank: *soothing rumble*
Optimus: You're ifiri.
Hank: *nods*
Diehard: *perk* Yau!
Kaitlyn: *startles at Diehard's statement*
Hank: *gives her a quizzical look* Do you know that name?
Kaitlyn: *hesitantly* Y-yeah.
Optimus: *gently* It's yours, isn't it, Kae Yau?
Kaitlyn: *tenses before she realizes it*
Optimus and Hank: *both speaking soothingly, and then blinking at each other for a moment before turning back to her*
Kaitlyn: *softly* I'd t'ought I was makin' t'at name up...
Optimus: *that big head shakes gently* *quietly* It's the name that you were born with.
Hank: *slight perk of curiosity at that*
Kaitlyn: *hugs her arm a bit tighter*
Hank: Might she wish for a book about her race, Optimus? Is there such a publication?
Optimus: *blinks at him and chuckles* I don't know if there is yet, but if a wish were answered there would be.
Kaitlyn: *carefully biting her lower lip now*
Hank: *looks at Kaitlyn* Woulds't like such a thing?
Kaitlyn: *hesitates for a few moments, and nods, then frowns as she realizes she's shedding ash*
Hank: *notices at the same time and blinks before reaching a hand to brush it against her hair, which he sees is dark brown now instead of red* What... is this?
Kaitlyn: *very slight start, and once the ash falls away, what was red is revealed to now be a deep fuchsia color*
Hank: *soft whistle* Beautiful...
Diehard: Piiink.
Optimus: *nods, smiling*
Kaitlyn: *confused as all get-out now* What're ye talkin' 'bout?
Hank: *gently holds a strand in front of her eyes* Methinks you've burned out the dye.
Kaitlyn: ... *jaw drops*
Hank: *starts to say something, but then blushes behind his fur and looks confused as he cusses himself out for nearly flirting with the poor confused girl*
Kaitlyn: *remembers the safe feeling she got when Hank had his arm around her on their way to the lab, seeks close contact. Is feeling very overwhelmed right now*
Hank: *actually squeaks as he gives her a one armed hug, but the hug is warm and comforting. Also, uncharacteristically silent other than the squeak*
Kaitlyn: *despite having warm clothes, she's shivering*
Hank: *gently lets Diehard down, and then puts the other arm around Kaitlyn* *quietly* Dost need a ride home?
Kaitlyn: *headshake, hides face against your chest, Hank*
Hank: *looks up at Optimus, then back down to the young woman in his arms as his medical training finally snaps into play* Would you like somewhere quiet, to think?
Kaitlyn: *very small nod. Is taking comfort in your presence*
Diehard: *hugs for Unca and Yau!*
Hank: *looks down at the little one*
Optimus: *offers a hand* Would you like to come back up, Diehard?
Diehard: *one last hug, then scoots to Daddy*
Hank: *checks to see how Kaitlyn will react as he loosens his hold on her*
Kaitlyn: *very soft sound*
Hank: *okay, no outright objection... Lets go and takes a step back, sucking in breath to speak*
Kaitlyn: *looks up, doing her best not to wibble, though her chin trembles*
Hank: *meep! is clear on his face as he gives her one arm back* Come, let's go see about that room. *turns and squeaks as he finds himself chest to face with Dixie*
Dixie: *meep, holds up the cushion she brought, which is made from an old sheared beaver coat she got in a thrift store years ago*
Hank: Er... Is something amiss, Dixie? Everything's well with the baby?
Dixie: Yeah. Jes' brought this f'r th' new gal.
Hank: *swift, understanding look toward Optimus, and then he's smiling as best he can and looking at Kaitlyn* Wouldst like a comfort object, Miss Yeager? Dixie's work receives the highest reviews.
Kaitlyn: *softly, sounding shocked* T-T'at's fer me?
Dixie: *gently, as she moves to tuck the pillow into the other woman's hands* Yeah. 'N y'u get t' keep it, too.
Kaitlyn: *wibble*
Hank: *smile is a little easier now* Is't satisfactory?
Kaitlyn: *wish forgotten in her hand, will hug the cushion to her chest tightly*
Dixie: Y'u sh'ld git s'me rest, 'on.
Hank: Art busy, Dixie?
Dixie: W's jes' puttin' th' last 'f th' blankets 'n soft toys 'n th' baby's room, 'n Ah'm done wit' th't.
Hank: Wouldst be willing to show Miss Yeager to one of the minimum care rooms in the hospital? Methinks she needs some quiet and rest.
Dixie: *nod, reaches to put a gentle hand on Kaitlyn's shoulder* C'mon, 'on.
Kaitlyn: *more careful biting of her lower lip before she nods*
Hank: *feels relieved* I shall see you later, Miss Yeager. Your homework's not due till Thursday, right?
Kaitlyn: A-Aye.
Hank: Perfect. *gently* Then that gives you two days to rest.
Kaitlyn: *very small nod, then she and Dixie are exiting the auditorium*
Mikaela: *wanders up to walk on the other side of Dixie. She's been paid to protect that belly, so she's doing it. And wondering if Dixie knows that Tracks hired her a bodyguard* Hey. What's up?
Kaitlyn: *slight start*
Dixie: Th's 's Miss Yeager. She's a friend'a Hank's.
Mikaela: Really? How long have you known Dr. McCoy? *walking along beside, her blue eyes bright with friendly curiosity*
Kaitlyn: N-Not long. *hugs the cushion tighter*
Mikaela: *little crease of concern between her brows* Are you okay?
Kaitlyn: *ducks her head*
Dixie: *quietly* She's feelin' a bit overwhelmed, so Ah'm bringin' 'er s'mewh're quahet.
Mikaela: *softly* Ohhhh. *glances ahead in the corridor, and then pulls out her cellphone and talks quietly and quickly*
grumbling: *comes from somewhere up ahead, and then dies away*
Mikaela: Kup's cleared the way.
Dixie: *soft chuckle* We's 'n our way t' th' minimum care rooms.
Mikaela: That's right on the other side of the base. Do you think we should PINpoint?
Dixie: Mahght be a good ahdea.
Kaitlyn: ... PINpoint?
Mikaela: *nods* It's alien technology, but it's safe. It's a kind of teleporter.
Kaitlyn: *looks a bit unsure, will glance at Dixie*
Dixie: 'T's th' fastest way t' git 'round.
Mikaela: *indicates the big belly under the soft cotton dress* And Miranda doesn't even mind it.
Dixie: Nope. *chuckle*
Kaitlyn: ... *very small nod. Will trust the two women, for now*
Mikaela: *slight perk as she gets out her PINpoint* Do you like pets?
Kaitlyn: Never 'ad any...
Mikaela: *puts a hand on Dixie's shoulder* Do you like animals?
Kaitlyn: T'ey's alright.
Dixie: *hand on Kaitlyn's*
Mikaela: *brings them to the back corridor of the upper floor of the new base hospital, then walks over and opens a door* Here's a view of Showtime's garden.
Kaitlyn: *startled squawk*
Dixie: *patpats Kaitlyn's hand and moves to lead the younger woman to the room*
Mikaela: BRB. *gone* *gone with a swish and slight flash*
Kaitlyn: *dumbfounded*
Dixie: *moves to get the bed ready for Kaitlyn*
room: *painted in a soothing shade of light blue, with the lights turned low. The bed is a big foam slab with soft sheets, a nightstand within easy reach, and numerous blankets and pillows. There's a call button on the nightstand as well*
Mikaela: *comes jogging down the hall, and then walks into the room and offers something to Kaitlyn* You might need both hands.
Kaitlyn: *confused, but will set the furry cushion and the wish that she's still got in hand on the nightstand*
Mikaela: Now this is just a loan, but my boyfriend Miles thinks she'll help you feel better too.
this: *is a sleepy, soft, warm, mastiff puppy*
Kaitlyn: Awww!
puppy: *squeaks and looks up at her, then snuggles and goes to sleep*
Mikaela: Her name's Mildred, and she'll pee in the lower toilet that's in the bathroom.
Kaitlyn: *small nod, is guided to the bed by Dixie*
Mikaela: *pulls something out of her bag of holding, and low and behold, it's that pale green afghan that the boys and Chip made on potholder looms out of chenille yarn* I brought you this, too.
Kaitlyn: *very soft snerk as she sees the furry, pastel blue yarn that edges the afghan* *quietly* T'anks, b'y.
Mikaela: My boyfriend and his friends made it. And Dixie put the blue stuff on. *grins as she offers the soft blanket* You can keep this.
Kaitlyn: *small nod*
Mikaela: *looks to Dixie now*
Dixie: Wah don' y'u git settled, 'n Mikaela 'n Ah'll git outta y'ur 'aiuh?
Kaitlyn: *reminded that she burned the dye out of her hair, is now sheepish and ducking her head*
Dixie: *gently* 'S s'meth'n' wrong, 'on?
Mikaela: *turns back, concern on her expression*
Kaitlyn: *quietly* I's needin' a shower afore I c'n be restin'.
Mikaela: *points toward the door in the corner*
Ratchet: *is making your phone ring, Mikaela*
Mikaela: *excuses herself and turns her back, then checks the screen and puts the phone to her ear* Ratchet? What's up?
Ratchet: //Kaitlyn will make herself sick if she takes a shower like a human would. She's of the same race as Mama Yau.//
Mikaela: *turns quickly. Urgent whisper* Kaitlyn, don't use the shower!
Kaitlyn: *startled look* But me hair's a wreck!
Mikaela: *offers her the phone, which is wearing a chibi Bumblebee case*
Kaitlyn: *so very lost, but will carefully accept the phone, one arm holding Mildred close to her chest*
Mikaela: *calls softly* Explain to her, okay, Ratchet?
Kaitlyn: ... *raised brow* *phone to ear, is soon getting a lesson on Ifiri bathing habits, and looking a bit overwhelmed*
Mikaela: *slight flail as she sees the other girl's expression. Glances at Dixie*
Dixie: *frowns*
Kaitlyn: *very small nod and a mumbled "Uh-huh."*
Mikaela: *hovers a little bit. Hopes Ratchet knows he's talking to a girl in shock*
Kaitlyn: *will offer the phone back*
Mikaela: *takes it and puts it to her ear* Hello?
Ratchet: //Make sure she rests.//
Mikaela: That's what she was going to do after she cleaned her hair.
Ratchet: //I've sent someone to the Nexus to get her what she'll need to avoid getting sick when cleaning her hair.//
Mikaela: Alright. *checks on Dixie, Mildred, and Kaitlyn*
Dixie: *talking quietly to Kaitlyn, has gently coaxed the shocked woman into sitting on the edge of the bed with Mildred*
Mikaela: *gets an idea. Hangs up on Ratchet, and calls Miles*
Miles: //Hello?//
Mikaela: *turns her back. Very quietly* I need you to go to the Black Dog and get something for me.
Miles: //...Okay?// *sounds like he's getting the PINpoint he borrowed from Beau and forgot to give back one time*
Mikaela: You might have to ask for help finding her.
Miles: //...Her?//
Mikaela: Yeah, remember that time we went and played hooky and got smashed, and that woman was roasting marshmallows for us in her hands?
Miles: //...I thought that was a hallucination.//
Mikaela: Nope. And she's who I want you to bring back, if you can. We really need her.
Miles: //Okay. No promises though.//
Mikaela: I'll give you your Christmas present early, if you find her.
Miles: //... See you soon.//
Mikaela: Okay. I love you. *soft meep as Dixie pokes her. Turns off phone and looks to her older friend*
Dixie: Ah'mma go git Kaitlyn s'meth'n' t' eat.
Mikaela: *remembers her orders. Looks at Kaitlyn* Will you be alright with just Mildred?
Kaitlyn: *small nod*
Mikaela: *grins* Okay. *will go with Dixie and guard that belly!*
Dixie: *now she KNOWS why Tracks was talking to Mikaela the other day*
Kaitlyn: *hides her face against Mildred's fur*
Mildred: *little snuggle*
Mama Yau: *arrives in a PINflash, has Scattor in a headlock*
Scattor: *short blue hair standing on end from repeated noogies*
Kaitlyn: *looks up, startled*
Mildred: *peeks. Wags tail. Goes back to sleep*
Kaitlyn: Who're ye?
Mama Yau: I's Kae Yau Yasu, o' the DenYa Coalition. Chuckles 'ere 's Scattor.
Scattor: *lifts one big hand in a calm wave*
Kaitlyn: ... *so very confused, and a bit frightened now*
Scattor: *gentle feeling of someone saying hello, and then explaining the theory of the Multiverse*
Kaitlyn: Ye mean like in the comics?
Scattor: *rumble of a very deep voiced chuckle* -Yup.-
Kaitlyn: *contemplating this, then she's noticing something* ... Yer 'air's the same color as the wish Optimus gave me.
Scattor: *twists his head slightly to peek at her, so that she can see that his eyes are that colour right now too* -Yup.-
Kaitlyn: ... *not sure what that signifies, but has a feeling it's important*
Mama Yau: *letting Scattor go* Scattor's Guardian Fae, b'y.
Scattor: *straightens up and rolls broad shoulders, then looks down at Mama Yau before glancing toward the bed and the little light sitting by it* *nods his head toward the light* -Fae wish.-
Kaitlyn: ... Oh.
Scattor: *gently, though with humour* -Not human.-
Mama Yau: *absently chews on a match and moves to lean against the wall so she can study Kaitlyn*
Kaitlyn: *blink, quietly* 'Parently, I ain't eit'er.
Scattor: *shakes his head and grins slightly* -Hank thinks he's too old for you.-
Kaitlyn: *startled squeak, struggles to keep her fire under wraps*
Mama Yau: *stinkeyes Scattor. Doesn't know what he said to her younger counterpart, but it must've been embarrassing*
Scattor: *lifts his brows to Mama Yau* -You said talk to her.-
Mama Yau: -Di'n't mean fer ye t' embarrass the lass, Scattor.-
Scattor: -She needed to know.-
Mama Yau: -Know what?-
Scattor: -That.-
Mama Yau: *rolls her eyes and moves to sit down next to Kaitlyn* Le's git yer 'air fixed proper, lass.
Kaitlyn: *quietly* N-not s'posed t' use the showers...
Mama Yau: Aye. The water'd make ye some sick. *will reach for the wish on the bed* *pauses as she sees the scar on Kaitlyn's ear*
Scattor: *will lean on the door and cross his arms over his chest as he studies the ceiling*
Mama Yau: *gently* If'n ye're wantin', Scattor c'n fix yer ears...
Kaitlyn: *hand up to cover one ear, ducks her head*
Scattor: -Cut 'em off to keep her safe.-
Mama Yau: *frown* -Safe? From what?-
Scattor: *image of kids on a playground*
Mama Yau: *soft snort*
Kaitlyn: *looks up at the snort, confused*
Mama Yau: Ain't like nobody 'ere'd bully ye f'r yer ears, lass.
Scattor: *now has gently pointed ears. And a great fascination with the ceiling*
Kaitlyn: *bites lower lip* *quietly* Hank was some peeved t'at me ears got changed...
Mama Yau: The lad likes ye.
Kaitlyn: *SO MUCH BLUSH*
Scattor: *not looking. Nope. Just holding the door shut*
Mama Yau: *chuckles* It's alright fer ye t' like 'im back, lass. Ye'll live long 'nough t' keep up wit' 'im. *has heard of Hank in the Nexus*
Kaitlyn: *face is nearly as red as her hair once was*
Scattor: *very soft sound like a burp, and the ash is gone*
Mildred: *looks up to see if she's still with the same lady, since the scent changed*
Kaitlyn: *startles at the burp*
Mama Yau: *soft snerk* Ain't not'in' t' be abroad about, lass.
Kaitlyn: What jes' 'appened?
Scattor: *voice quiet, and nearly too deep to hear* You wished.
Kaitlyn: ...
Mama Yau: *compact mirror out, will offer it to the younger woman*
Kaitlyn: *jaw drops as she gets a good look at herself*
Mama Yau: Yer eyes would'a been arter changin' soon anyway.
Kaitlyn: ... *hand goes to her ear, boggles as she realizes her ear is gently pointed*
Mama Yau: *soft chuckle* T'ere's a lot fer ye t' learn, but ye'll be jes' fine.
Kaitlyn: *doesn't realize she's trembling. So much has happened in only a few hours...*
Hank: *suddenly standing in the room. Twinkie filling flies* What in the name of...????
Kaitlyn: *startles badly*
Mama Yau: *cracking up now*
Scattor: *to Hank* She wished.
Hank: She... *turns and looks at the bed. Becomes a red man. At least in the face* Oh...
Mama Yau: *so much chortle*
Kaitlyn: *wibble, ducks her head, the tips of her ears turning red*
Scattor: *gestures to Mama Yau to come out of the room*
Mama Yau: I'll answer yer questions 'bout our kind in a bit, lass. *will duck out of the room*
Scattor: *comes out too, then locks the door* *and leans on it while looking toward where he can hear Dixie and Mikaela coming*
Mama Yau: *leans on the wall opposite Scattor and absently chews on a matchstick*
Mikaela: *pauses as she catches sight of Scattor* ...Who are you?
Mama Yau: T'at's Scattor. I's Kae Yau Yasu.
Dixie: ... *raised brow*
Mikaela: Oh. You came. *frown* But you're supposed to be helping Kaitlyn.
Scattor: *ceiling study!*
Mama Yau: *chuckles* We did. Still got work t' do, but fer now, it's Hank's turn.
Dixie: ... Wh't're y'u talkin' 'bout?
Mikaela: *startles as a thump sounds from the door* What's that?
Mama Yau: *looks to the door* Hank tryin' t' be a gentleman 'n not take 'vantage o' Kaitlyn. Stunned stupid *unprintable* doesn't realize t'at Kait's gonna live a long time 'n t'at if she's arter bein' o' age, t'en it's alright fer t'em t' be gettin' cuddly.
Mikaela: *looks at Dixie!*
Dixie: *snerk* So y'u locked 'im 'n wit' 'er, so th'y'd talk. *nod*
Mikaela: ...Seriously?
Mama Yau: *one shoulder shrug, fishes a new match out of her matchbox* Worked fer Batsy 'n Senaiji.
Dixie: 'N Optimus 'n Elita. Th'y did th' same t' Allen 'n Ophi, too.
Mama Yau: *ignoring the next thump on the door* T'ey were bein' stunned stupid *beeps*, too?
Dixie: *nod*
Mildred: *is a sudden bark, deep for such a little baby*
Hank: *yelps and stops thumping the door*
Mama Yau: *snerk*
Dixie: *worried* Wh't jes' 'appened 'n th're?
Scattor: *suddenly holding a startled puppy*
Mildred: *ears flap as she turns her head! Sees mama and cries*
Dixie: *will move to get Mildred* Shhhh, 'on, 't's okay.
Scattor: Protected the door. *gentle touch for the baby dog*
Mikaela: *offering to take Mildred* Here. She's kinda heavy.
Dixie: *reluctantly relinquishes puppy* *will talk soothingly to Mildred* Shhh, 't's okay, 'on. Ah'm rahght 'eah.
Mildred: *calm already, now that familiar people have her and are talking quietly* *gentle nuzzle for mama's fingers, and then looks at Scattor before hiding her nose in the crook of Mikaela's arm and going back to sleep*
Scattor: *quiet little smile. Looks at the plate that Dixie set down on a nearby table before getting her puppy*
plate: *has baked chicken, green beans, and grits with butter*
Scattor: *looks at Dixie. Senses her wish* *makes food vanish. And rubs his tummy*
Mama Yau: *trying not to snicker* *saw you rub your tummy, Scattor*
Scattor: *looks back at her calmly*
Mikaela: Did you just eat Kaitlyn's dinner?
Mama Yau: Prolly not. *so amused*
Dixie: *huffs quietly* Y'u mean y'u don' know?
Mikaela: *scowling as she holds the sleeping puppy* You're supposed to be here to help. Not to cause more trouble.
Scattor: *ceiling study is go*
Mama Yau: Well, the lass ain't torchin' stuff on reflex, 't least.
Dixie: Th't's all well 'n good, but y'all need t' move.
Mama Yau: *chortles and looks to Scattor*
Scattor: *shakes his head* Not time to go in.
Dixie: ... *frowwwwn, will move to talk to Red Alert*
Mikaela: *goes with, frowning back at the visitors as she goes*
Scattor: *settles his butt comfortably in front of the door*
Mama Yau: *fishes a deck of cards out of her pants pocket* 'Ow long d' ye s'pose the lad 'n lass'll purdle afore t'ey hug?
Scattor: *just pulls assorted small loots out of his pocket for chips*
Hank: *slipped and bashed his head on the door when the puppy bit him, so he was a little rattled there for a few minutes. And now he's trying to figure out how he wound up on this bed* Uhhh. What hit me?
Kaitlyn: *worriedly* Mildred bit ye, 'n ye ran int' th' door.
Hank: *stares at her with chagrin, and then facepalms and mutters to himself in Olde English about really hoping that hadn't been recorded*
Kaitlyn: *hugs the furry pillow close to her chest, ducking her head*
Hank: *rolls onto his side and looks at her* You need not fear, Miss Yeager. These rooms are kept monitored. You're as safe here as though you were alone.
Scattor: -Hug him.-
Kaitlyn: *BLUSH*
Hank: *meeps and hurries to get off the bed* Truly! You're safe! *looks around, and then turns to the door with clear intentions of bouncing off it again*
Kaitlyn: *quietly* Ain't worried 'bout t'at...
Hank: *glances at her questioningly. And then blinks and reaches out to touch her ear* You used the wish?
Kaitlyn: *headshake* ... Least, I don' t'ink I did...
Hank: But your ears are whole again. *moves to check the other one*
Kaitlyn: Scattor said I was arter wishin'... *sincerely wishes Hank hadn't run into the door and wound up hurt*
Scattor: -He heals fast. Is fine. Wish is on his butt.-
Kaitlyn: *very startled snerk*
Hank: *turns his eyes to hers* What is it?
Kaitlyn: *very shy peek* *quietly* Scattor said the wish 's arter bein' on yer caboose.
Hank: *eyes widen, and then he's twisting around to try and see his butt. And around. And around*
Kaitlyn: *hand up to mouth to muffle her snickers*
Hank: I can't see it. Art certain it's there? *turns again*
Kaitlyn: *muffled by her hand* Aye.
Hank: *bumps into the corner of the bed and says a cussword without thinking*
Kaitlyn: *jaw drops, and then she's cracking up*
Hank: *gives her a startled look, and behind his head, the wish floats up toward the ceiling*
Kaitlyn: *helpless wheezing, gesticulates toward the wish*
Hank: *looks up, and then startles as something appears on the bed* *more words!*
Kaitlyn: *topples over, is laughing so hard*
sleeping bag: *so new that it's still in the wrapping, which crackles beneath her*
Hank: *slightly mortified by the amount of mirth he's caused*
Kaitlyn: *startled squawk at the crackle, bolts upright* *now it's her turn to be unprintable*
Hank: *impressed! He's not heard language like that since being among his fellow Travellers* *and then he notices just what it is that's appeared on the bed* ...Adult footie pyjamas, and a winter sleeping bag?
Kaitlyn: *blink. Blink* Huh... *and then the fact that she hasn't eaten anything since breakfast is catching up with her and she's having to sit down quickly as the room seems to dip and sway*
Hank: Kaitlyn? *hurries over and steadies her* What's wrong?
Kaitlyn: *quietly* Room shifted on me... Guts's purdlin'.
Hank: *worried* The fuel you burned earlier didn't feed you?
Kaitlyn: Don' t'ink so...
Hank: *spots a plate of food, and can smell that it's still warm. Hurries to get it and fetch it* Here. Half of one of Shaniqua Epps' game chickens should set you right.
Kaitlyn: *doing her best to sit without slouching. Will try and reach for the plate*
Hank: *grabs the table with one hand and carries it over as though it weighed nothing. Sets it gently in front of Kaitlyn and then puts the plate down* *gently* There you are.
Kaitlyn: *will set her pillow on her lap and move to begin eating*
Hank: *details the predatory exploits of that particular game fowl, which ended when he decided to try and eat Bobby Epps' toes*
Kaitlyn: *very soft chuckles between bites*
Hank: ...So that is why he is not so plump and tender as the fowls bought in the store.
Kaitlyn: *quietly* Tastes better, too.
Hank: *brows lift* Thinkest so?
Kaitlyn: *small nod* Aye.
Hank: Ah. *sheepish* I always thought them too small to bother tasting.
Kaitlyn: Tastes better t'an what I c'n afford, at any rate...
Hank: *looks at her with quizzical concern* Is provision hard to come by?
Kaitlyn: I ain't able t' afford th' best food, but I makes due. T'ere's jes' 'nough each mont' in me food allowances fer me t' git peppers 'n bulk at the oriental market. But I's careful not t' git too much, so's I c'n afford the basics.
Hank: *frowns* You should move here, to the base.
Kaitlyn: ... *confused now* But what 'bout gettin' t' school on time?
Hank: Samuel manages.
Kaitlyn: Sam's friends wit' Bumblebee...
Hank: And Bumblebee is far from the only bot to go to town every day.
Kaitlyn: ...
Hank: *quietly and seriously* T'is only a suggestion, but you are just now learning of your heritage, and there are resources here that may be hard to find in town.
Kaitlyn: *small nod of agreement* At least movin' wouldn't take too long...
Hank: *again with the look of concern* What do you mean?
Kaitlyn: Me bed's property o' the dorms, 'n most'a me furniture is inflatable stuff.
Hank: I see. Here, you would be in possession of a full two story apartment.
Kaitlyn: *boggles*
Hank: *humorously* Our smallest ones are equipped with two bedrooms.
Kaitlyn: *quiet, unprintable shock*
Hank: Materials and manpower were not an issue. At one point we even had a visiting dragon working on this building in which we stand.
Kaitlyn: o_o Dragons're real?!
Hank: *nod nod* In some realities, very real.
Kaitlyn: ... *beeep*
Scattor: -Hug him.- *quiet teasing and laughter*
Kaitlyn: *SQUEAK*
Hank: *startles* What's wrong?
Kaitlyn: *blushing now* Scattor said t' 'ug ye.
Hank: *seems to puff up slightly, despite being in human form. Dark scowl as he turns toward the door and rumbles angry mutterings about inappropriate humour*
Kaitlyn: *ducks her head a bit* *nom nibble nibble* *ears are very red*
Hank: *talking to his watch now, asking Ratchet to get him and Kaitlyn out of here, since the teleportation function won't work at present*
Ratchet: *sends a medical override to unlock the door*
Scattor: *locks door without looking up from his cards*
Hank: *runs into door again*
Kaitlyn: *awks and tries to get up so she can fuss over him*
Hank: Ratchet, that's not funny! It's still locked!
Ratchet: //I unlocked it!// *tries again, and makes sure that it's audible this time!*
Scattor: *makes the relocking just as loud*
Hank: *muffled sound of anger that is really rather comical*
Ratchet: *tries again*
Scattor: *denied!*
Kaitlyn: ... I t'ink Scattor's out t'ere, still.
Hank: *pounds fists on door and swears at the Changeling in several languages, some of which are dead in many realities*
Kaitlyn: *impressed*
Scattor: *sounds bored* -Doesn't really want out. Wants to get away because he thinks he's too old to like you.- *wow, so wordy*
Kaitlyn: ... *facepalm*
Hank: *still displaying vocabulary, and hasn't repeated himself once, even by the same word in a different language*
Kaitlyn: *quietly* Ye ain't too old, b'y.
Hank: *registers that she's said something and pauses to look at her* *exasperation in his voice* Ratchet's gone to kiss his wife, and Optimus won't speak to me. I think we're victims of some sort of conspiracy.
Kaitlyn: ... *slowly repeats herself* Ye ain't too old, b'y.
Hank: *blink blink. Puzzled expression* ...Too old for what?
Kaitlyn: T' be datin' me. 'Specially since I's well past bein' o' age.
Hank: 0_0 *sputter* Ahem. *straightens* What are you talking about?
Kaitlyn: *will get up after setting her plate aside, stride over, and hug you, Hank*
Hank: *slight start* Miss Yeager, I...
Kaitlyn: *quietly* I likes ye.
Hank: But...
Kaitlyn: 'N I's of age.
Hank: *tries to hide the lonesomeness in his eyes* You're not really at a point in your life to be making such decisions.
Kaitlyn: *snort* 'N ye ain't in any position t' be tellin' me what points in me life I's in. *quieter* 'Sides. I liked ye even afore I found out I ain't 'uman.
Hank: *big, bluff man looks a bit like a kicked puppy* But...
Kaitlyn: I likes ye. I's wantin' t' be 'round ye 'n get t' know ye better.
Hank: ...What will people think?
Optimus: *voice comes from Hank's watch* //I think you should transform. Kae Yau likes soft, warm, fur.//
Hank: 0_0 *red man!*
Kaitlyn: *BLUSH*
Hank: *hits the end call button!* *and then looks at Kaitlyn and blushes even more*
Scattor: -Been rejected by a lot of women.-
Kaitlyn: *will hug again*
Hank: *sighs and wraps her in his arms, the gesture gentle, tentative, and so uncertain*
Kaitlyn: *nuzzles his shirt. Feels safe and happy*
Hank: *so afraid to hope as he holds her. Keeps remembering Trish Tilby and the others who just couldn't handle being with a bouncing blue beast*
Kaitlyn: *quiet, contented sigh. Is starting to relax*
Hank: *startles as the door unlocks, but doesn't look up*
Kaitlyn: *absent "hmm?", snuggles*
Hank: They've let us out.
Kaitlyn: *muffled* Mkay. *more snuggle*
Hank: I should let you finish your meal and rest.
Kaitlyn: *slight nod. Reluctant to stop snuggling*
Hank: *hesitantly shifts and then rubs her back between the shoulders* Perhaps I'll see you tonight, after you've rested.
Kaitlyn: *quietly, relaxing even further* I'd like t'at.
Hank: *softly* You're certain about this? That blue cat that you saw at the shop was also me.
Kaitlyn: *blink, blink, squee!*
Hank: *startles and loosens his grasp on her to step back and look at her with his hands on her shoulders*
Kaitlyn: Kitty! *hugs again!*
Hank: *stumbles back a step, and then once more returns the hug, the gesture now holding more confidence as his dark eyes twinkle* What? Thou'rt only interested in me for mine fur?
Kaitlyn: *brat grin* Yer cute wit' 'r wit'out fur.
Hank: *blushes slightly as he twinkles a smile down at her*
Kaitlyn: *going "Eeee, muscles!" on the inside. Will hug and snuggle even more*
Hank: *gently tucks a lock of her hair behind her ear* Your supper's getting cold. I'll see you tonight.
Kaitlyn: *quietly* Aye.
Hank: I have time to see about procuring an apartment for you.
Kaitlin: *small nod* *quietly* T'ank ye.
Hank: *slight smile as he lets her go and then turns toward the door, which is wide open now* Till tonight.
Kaitlyn: *nod* Aye. *watches Hank go, will move to sit down and finish her meal. Once the plate's clean, she'll change into the pajamas, grab her pillow and blanket, and curl up inside the sleeping bag for the first really comfortable sleep that she can remember*
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