MV. /Ark/ Base. Char LaFitt part 2

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Nullfire: *perks and frees one hand from the tub to belt Marcia flying down the corridor between tables*

pvt LaFitt: *turns quickly as Nora shrieks and ducks, her face black with anger as she looks to see what just happened*

Marcia: *picking herself up and growling, though she's got a wicked smirk on her face* You slagger!

Denver: ... *quickly grabs pvt LaFitt's collar with one hand and uses the other to comfort Billy Bob*

Nullfire: *happy grin on his dull face. And then he throws the icing tub at her in a way that will be easy to catch*

Marcia: *catches the tub, stows it and the doll in subspace, will move to bum rush Nullfire*

Denver: *sigh* *sharply* Motormaster! Nullfire! Take it outside, now!

Joe: Yeah! *standing and looking stern over at the Wreckers' table*

Nullfire: *instant about face and heads for the door*

Marcia: *rude hand gesture, moves to follow Nullfire*

pvt LaFitt: *still obviously angry* What the *deleted*?

Denver: Two Destrons flirt'n' wit' each oth'a. Th' rest'a Motormaster's brothers'll be trah'n' t' wallop Nullfahr later.

pvt LaFitt: ... That was flirting?

Denver: *nods* Motormaster 'n Nullfahr're Destron. Th't's actualleh pretteh c'nservat've flirt'n', f'r th'm.

pvt LaFitt: *glances toward where Road Queen had had BJ pinned, understanding on her face mixed strongly with WTS*

Denver: 'T least Autobots're more sane 'bout courtin' practices.

Wallace: *yelps as he comes into the cafeteria, then runs over and scoops his wife away from pvt LaFitt* Stay away from her, baby, she's scary!

Nora: *startled squeak*

pvt LaFitt: *eyes narrowed at Wallace for what she sees as an implication that she'd hit someone so little and soft*

Denver: *rolls her eyes* Buzz off, Wahldrahdah.

Wallace: *sticks chin out and cuddles Nora close*

pvt LaFitt: I need to have words with you later.

Nora: No! Please! He doesn't mean any harm! *upset and terrified, but determined to protect her husband*

Wallace: *eyes narrow, protective of Nora* Slag off, squishy.

pvt LaFitt: *eyes narrowed* I'll show you squish, punk. What kind of slime starts fights around people like her? *nods to the frightened woman in his arms*

Wallace: *growl* You don't know slag. *will bring Nora to talk to Melissa*

Denver: *sigh, headshake*

pvt LaFitt: *quietly* I know slime when I see it.

Denver: 'E'd dah t' protect Nora.

pvt LaFitt: Fear kills too. *turns and frowns down at her*

Denver: 'E protects 'er fr'm 'is Ma, too. 'N 'is brothas, 'n Marcia, 'n th' jerks th't trahed t' deport 'er 'n drag 'er back t' th' people who w'ld'a treated 'er lahk less th'n a person.

pvt LaFitt: *scowls, confusion showing in her eyes*

Rose: *rolls up in wheelchair* It's how they're hardwired. *looks up at Denver* Go look in the kitchen.

Denver: ... D' Ah wanna know wh't's goin' on 'n th' kitchen, Rose? *raised brow*

Rose: *freckled face full of fun* *bleep* yeah. You ain't gonna believe it, though.

Denver: ... Well now Ah'm curious. *will let go of pvt LaFitt's collar and head for the kitchen*

pvt LaFitt: *was not dismissed, so she follows. Though not without a scowl for one of the people who had told her that holding back during sparring resulted in being booted*

Rose: *scowls right back*

Denver: Cut 't out, y'u two. *will look into the kitchen*

Seamus: *explaining to Pandita the proper method of baking layered sandwich loaf, and the flavour benefits of using bread made with olive oil and garlic*

Denver: ...

Seamus: *in reply to a Pandita question* No. I was the one that cooked when we lived in town.

Pandita: I see. *very surprised*

Denver: *SO amused*

Seamus: And see this loaf of bread? Yeah, I made it in the bread machine. *grin* It's got macaroni and cheese mixed in.

Denver: *intrigued*

Pandita: What type of macaroni did you use? *writing the recipe down*

Seamus: *shrugs and scowls slightly* Just KD.

Pandita: Ah. *writes that down*

Seamus: But... *runs over to grab the leftover macaroni and cheese left over from last night* If we put this between layers of the bread, it'll be mac 'n cheese sandwich loaf! :D

Pandita: *chuckles* Indeed.

Seamus: And the other layers can be salty dinoham.

Pandita: We'll have to make sure there's enough for everyone who can process that type of fuel.

Seamus: You think they'll like it that much? *yup, this is the supper squad, Denver. Which is why lunch seems to be just basic stuff*

Denver: *can't help it, must chime in!* Yup. Th'y'll lahk 't almost 's much 's th'y lahk Melissa's cookin'. *grin*

Seamus: *startles and gets a deer in the headlights look as he remembers Denver's command for him and his brother to stay out of the kitchen*

Denver: Samuel's still banned fr'm th' kitchen, Seamus. Y'u ain't aneh moah.

Seamus: *blink blink* *grin!* *looks from her to Pandita* Are we going to need more than six loaves?

Pandita: We might. I can do a grocery run, if we do.

Seamus: Not for this bread though! *looks at the bag of loaves on the counter* ...We can wish for more?

Pandita: *nods* I believe so, yes.

Seamus: Do you have a wish? *hopeful look*

Pandita: *gets a out small jar that contains a few twinkling lights*

Seamus: Yes! Score!

pvt LaFitt: *just had that gross lunch ganked from her by another Private* *blinks and watches him walk off*

pvt Halcomb: *gonna sit in a corner surrounded by other guys and dip his new peanut butter sandwich into his strawberry milk*

Denver: *chuckles and moves to usher pvt LaFitt toward the lunch fixings*

pvt LaFitt: *frowns at the options and looks disgusted*

Denver: Dinner'll be bettah.

pvt LaFitt: I don't eat carbs. *trying to master her disgust and see if there's something for her to eat*

Denver: Oh. *slight frown as she checks over the offerings* *perks* Th're's no-carb options too. *will point them out to pvt LaFitt*

pvt LaFitt: *surprised and doubtful* Those noodles and that bread?

Denver: *nods* Th'y's protein-based.

pvt LaFitt: *brows lift, and then she's getting bread and meat with some onion and chillies. Chooses the uncured meat*

Denver: *will get her own choices, absently humming something*

pvt LaFitt: *small lunch of obviously ideal calorie count ready, she looks to her superior*

Denver: *has loaded a flatbread with veggies and something that's been cut into strips* Le's go sit wit' Skah 'n th' othah Seekers.

pvt LaFitt: Yes sir. *walks beside her new CO, her eyes going to where that tall dope is getting smacked repeatedly on the head by the sandy-haired woman in the wheelchair*

Denver: *pays that no mind. She knows how Rose and Jean are*

Rose: *just TELLING her husband for something*

Sky: *trying to pin her husband down and see if she can put a pea in his bellybutton*

Samuel: *DOES NOT WANT*

Skystrider: *sleeping with his alt mode's head on the table and some mayo from his sandwich on his face. His noodle bowl is top down beside him*

petite redhead: *trying to carefully clean Skystrider's face with a napkin in one hand, even as she carefully eats the noodles and veggies in her bowl with chopsticks*

Denver: *soft chuckle* 'Lo, 'Clipse.

Eclipse: *looks up, small smile. Puts chopsticks on chopstick rest and napkin on table* [Hello, Lt. Colonel Trach.]

Torque: *is that little hand that just patpatted Eclipse's knee to ask for more veggies*

Downrush: *mouth is open too*

Eclipse: *attention goes to two hungry littles, will share noms by poking bites at open mouths with chopsticks*

Torque: *grins after carefully chewing. Likes these noms* *grin falters a bit when he sees a big he doesn't know behind Aunty Denver*

Deluge: Yike weal wamin. Mores! *mouth open*

Eclipse: *feeds Deluge more noodles*

pvt LaFitt: *puts Denver between her and the kids*

Torque: *so not sure about the big lady, will hide behind Uncle Skystrider's leg*

Eclipse: *feeding Maelstrom kiddos, is a bit oblivious now*

Denver: *soft chuckle, will lead the way over to the other Seeker Tables*

pvt LaFitt: *follows, her elbow going out and connecting with Samuel's head as he scoots away from his wife*

Samuel: *startled squawk*

pvt LaFitt: Watch where you're going. *frown*

Sky: *yanks hubby back* Yeah! Watch where you're going!

Samuel: *more squawk*

Denver: *rolls eyes* Samuel, shaddup.

Cat: *dryly* I'm not repairing that. *nomphs noodles*

Six Shot: So this is real ramen, huh? *looks at his shirt* I wear it just as well as the instant kind.

Cat: *offers napkins* We'll get you a new shirt after lunch.

Six Shot: *wipes* I like the soy sauce broth. Do they have that flavour in the instant ones? *looks up and sees the newcomer. Gives her a studious frown*

Cat: Yeah. Do you want me to order some for you? *attention going to where Six Shot's attention is, raised brow*

Six Shot: *without looking away from his study of the newcomer* Do they taste this good?

Cat: They're alright, for the instant kind.

Six Shot: How hard are these to make?

pvt LaFitt: *scowling at that guy as she sits where Denver indicates*

Cat: They're just the sort that you pour hot water on. *nomphs more noodles, studying pvt LaFitt*

Denver: Th' blond's Six Shot. Th' red'ead's Cat Wyatt.

pvt LaFitt: *nods, and then turns her attention to assembling her lunch*

Rain: Hey! That reminds me. I got something the other day. I was gonna give it to Nora, but she probably knows all that stuff. *pulls a flat, skinny book out of subspace and offers it to Cat* It's got a recipe for that broth in it.

Cat: *blink* Thanks, Rain. *curious now, will study the book in between careful bites*

book: *'Healthy Noodles' by Karumi Hayter. Tells about noodles, and then has some recipes, including several for traditional Chinese and Japanese broths*

Cat: *interested sound, will show Six Shot*

Six Shot: *interested perk* Do you want to try and do some of this tonight? *has learned of his girlfriend's love of housekeeping by now. It is casual, but intense*

Cat: *nod* Yeah. We'll need to go grocery shopping though.

Six Shot: *slight wince at thought of his least favourite activity*

Denver: *to pvt LaFitt* Cat's 'un 'f th' medics.

pvt LaFitt: Alright. *glances at the redhead, and then looks back to her CO, waiting to see what the Lt. Col. is going to talk to her about*

Denver: *as she settles in her chair and sets Billy Bob in the one next to her* So, tell me 'bout y'urself.

pvt LaFitt: *replies by silence*

Denver: *seriously* Ain't nobodeh gonna give y'u grief f'r bein' a big ladeh. Y'u ain't th' onleh 'un 'eah 'n base. Y'u saw Queenie, 'n most Destron women're big lahk 'er. Plus, th're's Esther 'n Jael, 'n th'y's ladehs, too.

pvt LaFitt: *face darkens with old anger* It ain't just my size. My momma's big. But I was never shaped like a woman either.

Denver: *snort* Y'u're shaped lahk a lot 'f th' women Ah know.

pvt LaFitt: *startles slightly at the sound, and then frowns. Frown turns to astonishment as Bartholomew plunks down hopefully in the empty place beside her*

Denver: *nods a greeting to the skittish Stunticon* 'Ow'd Fleur lahk th' cookies, Bartholomew?

Bartholomew: *ducks his head slightly at being addressed by one of the scarier Autobots, but he's got a happy little smile on his face as he answers* S-She was sharing with the creche.

Denver: *chuckles* Good. *will nomph her lunch and make sure Billy Bob's fruit is where he can get it. Will also tell Xiaobei over comms about how Bartholomew only stuttered on one word while talking to Charleen*

Bartholomew: *ducks his head even more, looking a bit flustered now*

pvt LaFitt: *slight frown at the guy* You a Seeker?

Bartholomew: *headshake* *quietly* I'm a Stunticon.

pvt LaFitt: *sounds like she's having a sinking feeling* You're courtin'.

Bartholomew: *blushing so much now* *quietly* I-If y-you w-want?

pvt LaFitt: *looks at him funny* Just because I saved your *donkey*?

Bartholomew: Y-You're a c-capable w-warrior, a-and p-pretty. *SO MUCH BLUSH*

pvt LaFitt: *actually rocks backward a bit and bumps into Denver when called pretty* *blurt* Are you crazy?

Bartholomew: *flinch, adamant headshake*

Denver: *raised brow. Is totally sharing this with Tracks*

Tracks: *quiet gobsmack and amusement in return*

pvt LaFitt: I ain't pretty. I wouldn' even make a good lookin' guy, let alone a woman.

Bartholomew: *quietly* Y-You are pretty. *means what he says*

pvt LaFitt: *stares at him for a long moment, then gives him a gruff hit on the shoulder and turns back to Denver* Sorry about dat, sir.

Denver: *slight frown* Nobodeh 'n y'ur famileh evah called y'u pretteh, did th'y?

pvt LaFitt: No sir. Papa called me a brickhouse.

Denver: *frown*

pvt LaFitt: *quiet and defencive* He was proud of me.

Denver: Wh't 'bout y'ur Ma?

pvt LaFitt: He called her one too, but she was shaped like a lady. She was a Figeroa, and he was proud that she even looked at him.

Denver: *small nod, is reviewing pvt LaFitt's file* Aneh siblin's?

pvt LaFitt: Ten older brothers.

Denver: *blink. Blink* Aneh youngah 'uns?

pvt LaFitt: No sir.

Denver: *small nod*

pvt LaFitt: And no sisters.

Denver: Well, 'f y'u want aneh, y'u're 'n th' rahght place f'r th't.

pvt LaFitt: Wouldn' know what to do with 'em, sir.

Sky: This! *grabs Rain and NOOGIES*

Rain: *unprintable and laughter*

Denver: *snickerfit*

Dixie: //Denver, y'u 'n th' mess?//

Denver: //Yup. Wit' th' new recruit... Wah?//

Dixie: //Wanna grab me someplace t' sit?//

Denver: //Gimme a mo.// *will bootshop Rain from her seat*

Dixie: //Alright. Wh't's t' eat?//

Denver: //All th' fixin's f'r real ramen 'n sandwiches.//

Dixie: //Noodles!//

Denver: //Yup.// *will swat at Rain and tell her to find a new seat, because Dixie's on her way down*

Seekers: *shuffling all over to make room for their sister's plump little aunt. Swatting each other, saying inappropriate words, and screeking gleefully as they do so*

pvt LaFitt: *keeping them off Bartholomew as she watches with absent interest*

Dixie: *eventually makes her way to the table after getting everything that she wants in her ramen*

pvt LaFitt: *is patiently putting slices of orange back on Bartholomew's tray after he put them on hers* *gruff and without anger* I don't eat this *deleted*.

Bartholomew: *quiet* Oh. I can see if there's something else?

Dixie: *blinks as she moves to sit down*

pvt LaFitt: *nods to her sparsely furnished plate* I have enough here.

Warren: Aunty Dixie, I have a pea in my bellybutton.

Billy Bob: *looks up from drinking the glass of milk on Denver's tray, his head tilted with interest for a moment before his nose goes back into the glass*

Dixie: *looks to Warren* 'Ow'd th't 'appen, 'on? *worried*

Warren: *laughing embarrassment* I put it there to see if it'd fit.

Dixie: *headshake* Oh, 'on... *so amused*

Six Shot: Here, Catscan's got a vacuum to get it.

Warren: Huh? *looks*

Cat: *getting the tool in question out of her cargo pocket*

Six Shot: *grins* This will tickle a little...

Denver: *as Dixie moves to sit down, she'll pay no mind to Warren's yelp and gigglefit in the background* Pvt. LaFitt, th's 's Dixie Lamont, mah Aunt. Aunt Dixie, th's 's pvt Charleen LaFitt. *quickly wipes Billy Bob's face as he goes to jump off his chair and go check out the vacuum cleaning process*

Dixie: *reaches a hand out to shake* 'S a pleasure.

pvt LaFitt: *large hand shakes carefully as she frowns at the little blonde woman and tries to figure out why she looks kind of familiar*

Dixie: Y'u're a LaFitt, 'uh? Ah's related t' s'me'a th'm, 'n a group'a Figeroas, too, outta th' bayou.

pvt LaFitt: *straightens a bit more* My mama's Bella Figueroa.

Dixie: ... Named f'r 'er Gran Mere, Isabella?

pvt LaFitt: *nods. And then perks* Mama's the little Bella.

Dixie: *can't help but laugh* Yer Ma 'n mah Ma're bot' named f'r Gran'Ma Izzy!

pvt LaFitt: *surprise* I know who you are!

Dixie: Ah'm Isa's kid. *grin*

pvt LaFitt: Mama talks about her a lot.

Dixie: *nod* Ma keeps talkin' 'bout organahz'n' a big famileh reunion s'metahm...

pvt LaFitt: She'd never get ever'body outta the swamp.

Dixie: Th't ain't stopped 'er fr'm trah'n'. *chuckles*

pvt LaFitt: No, ma'am, I imagine not. *absent hand on Bartholomew's shoulder as she hears him squeak*

Dixie: *chuckles* Ah bet Li'l Bella 'n Ma'd prolleh lahk t' git back 'n touch wit' each otha', too.

pvt LaFitt: *happiness fades from her expression* Yeah, prolly. *attention to the last bit of bread on her plate*

Dixie: *concerned now* 'S s'meth'n' wrong, 'on?

pvt LaFitt: No, ma'am.

Dixie: Bahloneh.

pvt LaFitt: *face brightens slightly as she looks at the guy that just pressed against her arm* No... I'm tellin t'rut'.

Denver: *quietly explaining over the earpiece Dixie's wearing about the situation with pvt LaFitt's family, and how the tall woman hasn't spoken to them in years*

pvt LaFitt: *sheepish glance to Dixie* Do you know my folks' number?

Dixie: *small nod* Ah'd 'ave t' git mah address book out 'n look 'm up though.

pvt LaFitt: *nods* Dat's alright.

Denver: Wh'n she fahnds th' numbah, call 'em.

pvt LaFitt: *surprised frown* Yes sir.

Bartholomew: *trying to find something on his plate to offer to pvt LaFitt, quiet clicks to himself*

Dixie: Ah c'n stay wit' y'u whahl y'u call 'em, 'f y'u want, 'on.

pvt LaFit: *sighs* T'ink I'll be alright. I just stopped callin' when I found out nobody in d' Forces'd call me a woman eider.

Dixie: *bluntly* Th'n th' Forces're a bunch'a idiots.

Denver: *snickerfitdie*

pvt LaFitt: Dey t'hought I was a woman wantin' t' be a guy.

Dixie: ... Th'y's blahnd 'N stupid, th'n.

Cat: *quietly* So desperate to show that they're open minded that their brains fell out.

Dixie: *rolls her eyes* Ain't a lick'a sense 'n th'r 'eads most'a th' tahm.

Sky: They sound like that dean that's trying to find an ET student to bribe to come to his school.

Warren: *glances over from where he's feeding peas to Billy Bob*

Bartholomew: *startles and nearly topples his chair*

pvt LaFitt: *big hand on the back of Bart's shirt and hauls him upright. Doesn't look at him as she does this*

Denver: *used to Bartholomew's reaction to being startled* Well, th't won' be 'n issue 'eah.

pvt LaFitt: *starts to talk, but then looks toward the door as most of the mess crowd cheers. Brows shoot upward!*

Jael: *sauntering in with Kup over one shoulder*

Kup: *sheepish grin as he hangs there*

Denver: *looks. Blink. Snickerfit*

pvt LaFitt: *puts Bart back in his chair again* *quizzical look for Dixie and Denver*

Dixie: *eating some soup now*

Denver: Th' green gah's Kup. 'Is wahf's th' gal th't's got 'im over 'er shoulder.

pvt LaFitt: *quiet awe* Dat's his wife?

Jael: *pats Kup on the butt and then sets him on his feet*

Kup: *stumble. Stagger*

Denver: *nod* Yup. 'Er name's Jael.

pvt LaFitt: She... *eyes widen as Jael snogs Kup and then sets him in a chair before heading for the food line*

Denver: *nod* She 'n 'er cousin Esther 're c'nsidered vereh girleh wh're th'y're from.

pvt LaFitt: 0_0 *voice squeaks* Very girly??

Denver: *nod* Yup.

pvt LaFitt: *still a little squeaky* What do d' guys look like?

Denver: Realleh slender 'n graceful.

pvt LaFitt: *quizzical look* What do you mean?

Denver: Lemme see 'f Norton's 'round. *slight headtilt, will ping Norton's radio*

Norton: *looks out of the kitchen. Seems he got in there while she wasn't looking* *waves* *no, he still can't remember how to use his radio*

Cat: And the guys of their people are the ones that carry the eggs around in a pouch.

Denver: *nods* Wh't she said.

pvt LaFitt: *slow head shake. And another patpat in response to a squeak*

Denver: *will point toward where Norton's waving* Take a look.

pvt LaFitt: I see him.

Norton: *questioning hands. What does Denver want?*

Denver: *field signs* [Was explaining something.]

Norton: *nod of understanding, then waves again and goes back into the kitchen*

Denver: *will turn her attention to eating lunch*

pvt LaFitt: *watches Jael laugh after a face soup incident from her kiss drunk husband*

Dixie: *amused headshake* Th'se two....

pvt LaFitt: *glances at her* He been drinking?

Denver: Naw. Jael's people generate electriciteh, 'n Kup's kiss-drunk. *chuckles*

pvt LaFitt: *brows lift slightly* Oh. *looks at her empty plate, and then checks Bart's plate*

Bartholomew: *nibbling at his meal slowly*

Dixie: Jael's also Desti's Ma.

pvt LaFitt: I don't know who that is. *quizzical look for her cousin*

Dixie: Y'u'll meet 'er 'ventualleh. *chuckle*

pvt LaFitt: Okay. *looks at Denver* Anyt'ing else, sir? *is wondering if she can be dismissed now, or if there are things she needs to do as punishment after kicking those afts*

Denver: Not 'les y'u th'nk th're's s'meth'n' th't needs 'dress'n. 'R 'f y'u've got questions.

pvt LaFitt: Nothing's going to happen because of this morning?

Denver: Ain't yer fault Dal didn't 'splain stuff clearleh.

pvt LaFitt: *surprised* I don't have any other questions.

Denver: *slight shrug* Alrahght. *back to eating lunch*

pvt LaFitt: ...Dismissed?

Denver: Yup. *nomph*

pvt LaFitt: See you, Cousin Dixie. *pushes her chair back*

Dixie: Alrahght 'on.

pvt LaFitt: *turns as she stands to tell Bart the same*

Bartholomew: *looking a bit uneasy now*

pvt LaFitt: *frowns at him* *gruffly* What's wrong?

Bartholomew: Wildrider's out of the infirmary...

pvt LaFitt: Yeah, he hauled his woman out of here when I first came in. *expression still asking what the trouble is*

Bartholomew: So's Dragstrip.

pvt LaFitt: So? He gonna jump you again?

Bartholomew: *hunkers down* Might.

pvt LaFitt: *frown* Grab your food and come on.

Bartholomew: *hesitates. And then he's moving to pick up his plate*

pvt LaFitt: *leads him out of the mess. Is going to sit around her quarters and read weight training magazines till the right number of hours after eating, and then go train. Will take Bart with her to the gym too, and then that night she'll call her parents and talk to them about her new posting and her boyfriend*

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