TPF. MacKenzie Family Farm. Family Reunion Part 2

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The next morning


Ultra Magnus: *crawls out of the shed, and then stands and stretches hugely before smoothing down the yards and yards of fabric that are pleated neatly around his hips. Has a thoughtful expression on his face*

Mira: *sooo not awake, will stumble out of the shed and lean against husband's hip*

Ultra Magnus: *looks down. Quietly* How do you feel?

Mira: *groggily* Sleepy.

Ultra Magnus: *down to one knee and puts an arm around her* *still quiet* You slept well.

Mira: *snuggles* Had a warm spot ta sleep. *doorwings moving calmly, for once*

Ultra Magnus: *looks at that delicate face, his own expression gentle* *softly* Your eyes are so blue...

Mira: *nuzzle* So're yours. *quietly* Didn't realize that before...

Ultra Magnus: *cheek on her helm, but then looks up* Look at the sunrise.

Mira: *looks, hands moving so she can hang onto husband chest*

Ultra Magnus: What a beautiful morning.

Mira: *sound of agreement, snuggle*

Denver: *shatters mood by shooting at the woodpecker that's banging on the side of the porch under her window*

woodpecker: *protesting as he flies away to find a better place to claim territory for the morning*

Denver: *bleeping* woodpeckers!

Tidal Wave: *is that huge form sitting up, dew running off his covering tarp* Is it a fight?

Euroclydon: *alert eyes peering over his shoulder*

Ultra Magnus: There's no fight. Go back to sleep.

Mira: *soft chuckle, snuggles husband chest*


downstairs guest room


Denver: *grouching quiets as she moves to get ready for the day*

Orion: *milk? Milk first, Mama? Hungry babby is grinning and being so cute as his birdy looms protectively on the corner of his basket*

Denver: *will feed Orion and talk to Poe*

Raf: *utterly passed out*

Denver: *soft chuckle. Will poke at Raf once Orion's done eating* Up 'n 't 'm, lazehbones.

Poe: Thrrrpt. Wakey wakey, Raf.

Raf: *stretches and groans without opening his eyes* I'm awake.

Denver: *snerk* No, y'u ain't.

Raf: Okay. Give me a minute. *moar stretch!*

Denver: *snerks and moves to get Raf's clothes for the day out of the suitcase. Will also get Orion's onesie out*

Orion: *intent frown says he needs a fresh diaper too*

Denver: *husband clothes by husband, son clothes by the changing table, will take care of Orion's diaper change*

Poe: Pew, stinky.

Orion: *diaperless baby takes the opportunity to streeeetccchhh*

Denver: Y'u silleh kid. *chuckles and tickles Orion's belly*

Orion: *big grin for Mama, and then a bigger one as Papa peers over her shoulder while putting arms around her waist*

Denver: *will steal a quick smooch before returning her attention to changing Orion's diaper*

Orion: *happy soft newborn sounds to his parents and his bird*

Poe: *pulls the onsie on top of Orion's belly* Nudie. Gurp gurp. Nudie nudie nekkid.

Orion: *contented kickings*

Denver: *chuckle* Y'u silleh kid. *will finish with the diaper change and get Orion dressed for the day*

Orion: *soon happily tucked in the crook of Papa's arm as Raf tries to get dressed with the other arm and read his Bible at the same time*

Denver: *will help Raf get dressed*

Raf: *his reading to her in Spanish is interrupted by a thump and laughter upstairs* 0.o?

Denver: *snerk* Th't sounded lahk Uncle Mason.


upstairs


Mason: *laying on the floor and blinking as he tries to figure out what the heck that COLD thing that just hit his side was*

Cassie: *laughing now and holding the ice cube she put to her husband's side*

David: *sits up from the floor on the other side of the bed, rubbing his eyes*

Cassie: *startles and sends the ice cube flying*

David: *bleary blinking as he gets hit on the top of the head by an ice cube* Huh?

Mason: *sits up and looks over the bed with startled surprise* Daveh? Wh't're y'u doin' 'ere?

David: *not awake all the way, but he'll try and answer* W's sleepin'...

Meezer: *from Daddy's shoulder* Mrrt prrt row... *yes, eyes are shut*

Mason: *concerned expression as he gets to his feet and goes over to his son* Th's ain't yu'r room.

David: *groggily* Felt safe 'ere.

Cassie: *trying not to wibble as she moves to help David and Meezer up*

Mason: *already lifting his son to his feet, the concern still deeply creasing his face* 'Ere, y'u best get in th' bed.

Cassie: *will get the sheets pulled back, making a surprised sound as she finds herself carefully tugged down onto the bed as well*

David: *reaches for Mason, too*

Mason: *slightly bewildered as his independent one acts like his daughter used to, but he sits down on the side of the bed and lets a sleepy kitten drag itself into his lap* Daveh?

David: *snuggles between his parents and settles back to sleep with a quiet sigh*

Cassie: *confused look for her husband*

Mason: *softly* Remembuh 'ow Magnus w's treatin' 'im?

Cassie: *quiet for a few moments, then she's nodding* *softly* Yeah...

Mason: *gentle look for the sleeper snuggled between them, and then moves so that he's got his back to the headboard* *quietly* Magnus' teachin' 'im ta trust again.

Cassie: *small nod, will reach to gently brush David's bangs away from his forehead, a slight grin coming to her face as the former soldier turns his head slightly toward the contact*

Mason: *sober sigh, and then turns his head as he hears a mighty engine roar toward the driveway* Now who c'ld th't be?

Cassie: *frowns, brows furrowing a bit* Ah ain't got th' foggiest ahdeah.


outside again


Optimus: *comes out of the nearer barn and stretches, then watches Dallas stop at the head of the driveway*

Dallas: *puts the kickstand of her bike down, then dismounts, turning to watch as Breakdown pulls the luxury trailer Knockout's drone is riding in up the driveway*

Breakdown: *pauses as told, then pulls forward into the circle and stops his engine before opening his door and making his drone get out and walk over to the door of the living quarters on the front of the trailer. Opens door with a respectful flourish*

dKO: *steps out, his clothing and hair impeccable. Turns with a smile as he waits for Dallas to join him after the rehearsed number of minutes* *idea is to have people be impressed by him and wonder who he is till Dallas' presence tells them*

dBreakdown: *turns to scan the area and frowns as he realizes that four large Cybertronians are watching them from the meadow and machine shed*

Dallas: *moving to join dKnockout, a slight frown on her face as she realizes hardly anyone's coming out to see what the ruckus was*

dKO: *slight side glance as he puts an arm around his wife's waist* I thought you said the engine sounds would draw a crowd, Goodie.

Dallas: *quietly* I was sure they would. Unless everyone got into the moonshine last night, they should be coming out to see what's up.

dKO: Well. Even if no one appreciates our presentation, no one can beat... it?

Magnus: *just stood and walked over to say hi, his kilt swinging gently and his wife sitting on his shoulder*

Mira: *quietly contented expression*

Dallas: *boggling*

dKO: -Goodie... I've been... punked.-

Dallas: -...Where did he even find that much tartan fabric?!-

dKO: -It IS real, isn't it? He wasn't even tacky enough to use a hologram.- *So dejected!*

Magnus: *unaware of dejection as he smiles down at them* David was looking forward to seeing you guys.

Dallas: ... Okay. *still a bit flabbergasted*

Mira: *holding onto husband's shoulderpad thing* 'Sup? *smile*

dKO: ...You're wearing a kilt.

Optimus: What? *walks over and looks at her brother. Boggle!*

Magnus: *smug*

Mira: *sincerely* Maybe I should'a gotten a better skirt than that stick-on thing...

Magnus: *pokes in his sporran, and then offers her a package*

Mira: *surprised blinking, doorwings up as she carefully reaches for the offered package*

Magnus: *makes sure she has it, and then lifts her down, gives her a kiss, and sets her on her feet* You'd better go inside to try it on.

dKO: *arms crossed over his chest and eyes narrowed* -Oh now he's copying me by dressing his girl up?-

Dallas: *slight frown as Mira heads for the shed* -Whatever he's come up with...- *pauses* -Wait. Those two are acting cuddlier with each other this time.-

Jeb: *standing on the porch now and studying the newly arrived couple for a few moments* *then he's hollering* Dallas! Ah see y'u th're!

dKO: *starts to say something, but winds up meeping and making like a baby quail at the shout*

Magnus: *gives dKO a o.0? look*

Dallas: *startles and clings to husband for a moment before she realizes who hollered* 'Lo, Uncle Jeb!

Jeb: *coming down the steps now* C'mere 'n lemme git a good look 't y'u.

Dallas: *one last, quick squeeze for dKO, moves to hug her uncle*

Jeb: *pauses mid hug to give his niece a studious look as he gets a close look at her leather riding suit* Well, now, look who's all grown up.

dKO: *eek fades instantly into smug*

Dallas: *ducks her head a bit, a small grin coming to her face* My husband designed the outfit to match my bike.

Jeb: *blink* 'S th't so? *curious now*

dKO: *SO smug*

dBreakdown: *going into the trailer in response to cheerful clicking and squeaking*

Jeb: *blinks and looks that way* *both brows drawing together* Wh't 'n th' world?

dKO: *as he saunters over and puts a hand on Dallas' shoulder* Oh, it's just the baby.

Jeb: Babeh?

Dallas: *hand on dKO's* Yeah. We adopted a child. *smile*

Jeb: ... *boggling now as he realizes he's looking at the mystery man in Dallas' life*

dKO: *ah. Here we go!* *smirrrrk*

Jeb: Y'u're...

dKO: *airily* Me? Oh, this is just an avatar that I use sometimes to interact with the locals. *flinches and looks toward the porch as someone falls off it. Facepalms and groans as he sees that nobody is going to be impressed by his drone, because they've already met Optimus'*

dOptimus: *crawling sheepishly out of the peony bushes*

Dallas: *one with her facepalm*

Jeb: *attention going to dOptimus, will move to help the poor lady up*

Mira: *coming out of the shed and cussing the ties on her new skirt a bit*

Magnus: *perks and turns to go to one knee and offer to help his wife with the scarf-like tie*

Mira: *frown, watches Ultra Magnus' fingers move. Is trying to memorize the movements so she can tie the skirt ties without help next time*

Magnus: *perfect obi style tie* There we go. *smiles at her*

Mira: *small smile* Thanks. *will absently study the square bow that her mate tied, making a pleased hum as she realizes the way the bow is tied makes a near perfect flower with the yellow and green pattern of the knee-length skirt*

Magnus: *gentle touch, and then offers her a magnetic plaid ornament when she looks up*

Mira: *doorwings up with surprise as she realizes the ornament matches what Ultra Magnus is wearing*

Magnus: *gravely* It's the badge.

Mira: ... *very soft snerk, wings flick for a moment* Help me put it on?

Magnus: *awkwardly* Where would you like to wear it?

Mira: *slight frown as she considers her own frame*

Optimus: *helpfully* Ornaments like that usually go on your bosom.

dKO: *eyebrows plainly are wondering if Optimus just said that*

Mira: *blinks and gives Optimus a bewildered look*

Optimus: *taps herself on her chest*

dKO: *DED*

Mira: ... *looks to Ultra Magnus*

Dallas: *amusedly* I think you broke her brain, Optimus.

Optimus: *quizzical look for Dallas as Ultra Magnus carefully puts the ornament on his wife*

Dallas: *as Mira fusses a bit over the positioning of the ornament* She doesn't really seem like the jewelry type.

Optimus: She isn't. *glances toward grumblings from Tidal Wave and Euroclydon*

Hot Rod: *roars down the front steps and goes to jump on the bigger kids*

Optimus: Hot Rod, be careful.

Hot Rod: *Issa BOSS!*

Optimus: *goes to get him*

Ultra Magnus: *watches her go, and then turns back as dBreakdown comes out of the trailer with an adorably dressed bittybot*

Rundown: *curious lookings around at the new place, but then spots his favourite people in the world* Mamamamama! Tatata! *so much clicking and squeaking!*

Dallas: Aww. *will move to go get Rundown from dBreakdown*

dKO: *smugness fades to a father's concern and attention without his realizing it as he watches the meeting between his wife and son*

Rundown: *Mama! Mama! LOVES you, Mama!* *so much flail as he's handed to his mama*

Dallas: You being good for Breakdown, huh? *cuddles the baby*

Hot Rod: Bweeeee! *gonna run around Pansy's Mama's dolly's feet*

Rundown: Babbababbab! *curious sound as he looks toward the sound of dOptimus grunting as she falls on her butt after moving the wrong way*

Hot Rod: Bwee! *MUST KISSIE THE BIG*

Rundown: *baby belly laugh and looks up at his mama as he hears that other lady start to laugh*

Dallas: *snickering and grinning* Good grief.

Mason: ... *moving to get a better look at the baby* Wh't's 'is name? *guessing on the gender and hoping he's right*

dKO: That's Rundown, because the little scraplet never shuts up even when he's asleep.

Rundown: *CHAT*

Mason: Ah. *soft chuckle* Davie w's lahk th't 's a kid, 'n so w's Dallas.

Dallas: *BLUSH* Daaaad! *embarrassed*

dKO: *brows lifted with interest* Were you, Goodie?

Dallas: *MORE BLUSH*

Mason: Yep. *chuckles*

dKO: Hmmm. She never told me that. *teasing smirk at his wife*

Dallas: *Hoo boy, her face is very red at this point*

Hot Rod: *kissie monster!*

dOptimus: *helpless whoop of laughter. Is plainly not sure how to handle a baby that's half her size!*

Mason: ...Ah sh'ld go 'elp 'er. *will move to do so*

dKO: *notices what's going on over there for the first time and laughs out loud* Look at that, Goodie. Optimus lost a fight. *so much mockery in his voice*

Dallas: Huh? *distracted from her own embarrassment, will snerk when she sees Optimus and Hot Rod*

Hot Rod: Eeee! No! Dowwwwwn!

David: *coming out to sit in the sun with Cassie and Meezer. Has his dolls ducked under one arm along with his favorite throw pillow*

Ultra Magnus: *perks as he absently swings his wife up to his shoulder again* Good morning, David.

Mira: *squeaks, but then finds a comfortable way to sit and enjoy the view*

David: *small smile as he sees Ultra Magnus and Mira* 'Lo.

Ultra Magnus: Did you rest well? *happy smile on that naturally stern face, and one hand is gently holding his wife's foot*

David: Yup. *blinking a bit as he realizes that Ultra Magnus' optics aren't as light as they were before*

Optimus: *sends an image of her brother and sister in law to her husband, forgetting how early in the morning it is*

Ratchet: *groggy response*

Optimus: //Ratchet, focus.//

Ratchet: //'M up...//

Optimus: *shares image again*

Ratchet: //...// *surprised* //The prescribed treatment's already had that much effect?//

Optimus: //It seems like it. Oh, and look at this.// *shows him dKO's puzzled scowl after being socked on the arm*

Ratchet: *soft snerk* //What happened there?//

Optimus: //I think Mason gave him an approving gesture, and he's trying to figure out what it was.//

Ratchet: *snort*

Optimus: *and then shows him David*

David: *sleepy grin as he leans on Dallas after she sat herself and Rundown next to him*

Ratchet: *soft chuckle* //He looks happy.//

Optimus: *quietly* //Happier than Hot Rod.//

Ratchet: //...What happened to Hot Rod?// *worried now*

Optimus: *shows the little guy arguing with Mason* //He sat on my avatar, and I wasn't sure how to stop him.//

Hot Rod: *arguing and flailing as Mason lectures him on needing to be nicer to his Mama*

Ratchet: *snickerfit* //I see.//

Optimus: //How's Pansy? And Sam?//

Ratchet: *sends an image of Sam holding onto the bedding for dear life while Panacea pulls on his tail*

Optimus: *relieved* //They had a good night, then.//

Ratchet: //Yes, and I should be getting up to get breakfast...//

Optimus: *startled* //I hadn't realized that you weren't already up!// *voice quieter* //Oh. How are Megatron and Aerial doing? And Jazz?//

Ratchet: //I've already had to stop three slapfights... Megatron helped with that.//

Optimus: *shaking her head* //Before you were even out of bed.//

Ratchet: //That was yesterday.//

Optimus: //Ahhhh.// *startled sound as she hears an alarm blare in the background* //Ratchet?//

Ratchet: //I'll get back to you!// *sounds like he's hurrying to investigate*

Optimus: *worry. Fret. Frown. Phone Beau*

Beau: *groggily* //'Lo?//

Optimus: //There's an alarm. What is it?//

Beau: //...Dunno.// *getting up and investigating* //...Whah're y'all arguin' 'bout the ground bridge?//

Optimus: *frowns and waits to find out the answer*

Ratchet: *soothingly* //You'll see Denver and Rafael in a few hours, Nebulae.//

Optimus: *eyes widen as she hears that angry wail of frustration* //She's usually more articulate.//

Ratchet: *offering cuddles and comfort*

Beau: //Holey socks... I'd expect a shriek like that from Pansy.//

Optimus: *turns her head* Denver, your daughter's screaming blue murder.

Denver: *hurrying over* Wh't's wrong wit' Nebulae? *worried mama*

Optimus: *directs the call to Denver's phone* She was trying to hijack the space bridge.

Denver: ... *facepalm*

Poe: Thrrrrpt!

Cassie: *over there worrying* S'meth'n' wrong?

Denver: 'Un 'f th' kids 's missin' Raf 'n me s'meth'n' fierce. *phone to ear, insisting on talking to Nebulae*

Optimus: *to Cassie* We thought that the crowds would be overwhelming to her. She's only as old as Tidal Wave and Euroclydon, but a lot quieter.

Nebulae: *soft wail of frustration over the phone* //I'm LONELY.//

Raf: *quick glance toward his wife from where he was helping with Hot Rod containment*

Hot Rod: Bweee?

Raf: *gently* Stop arguing with Uncle Mason, okay? *more softly* Nebulae's lonely.

Denver: *as Hot Rod bwees again uncertainly, she's trying to reassure Nebulae that it won't be too much longer, and to eat some breakfast so Grandpa doesn't fuss too much*

Cassie: *frowning and moving to put her hands on her hips* Well, th'n, she needs t' be 'eah wit' th' rest 'f th' famileh.

Ratchet: *trying to convince Nebulae that breakfast is a good idea*

dOptimus: *deep sigh as she gets off the ground* I only have so many seats. Poe, that isn't nice.

Raf: *Ratchetish scoldy sound at the bird*

dKO: *so amused as he casts a broad glance toward his trailer. Implication is clear... HE had plenty of room for HIS family*

Denver: *to Optimus* We'll th'nk'a s'meth'n.

dOptimus: *frowns as she hears the angry fussing on the other end of the phone* *she's plainly worried about her grandchild*

dKO: *smugness starts fading, and he looks from Jeb to Dallas to Denver and Raf* *quietly* I have fuel that she could have for breakfast, if you don't have enough.

dOptimus: *gives him a surprised look*

Raf: *ditto*

Denver: ... *blink. Blink!*

Jeb: Darla went t' git th't. She sh'ld be back soon.

dOptimus: *looks up at her main body, who is comming Ratchet*

Optimus: //Ratchet. Let Nebulae come.//

Raf: Are you sure? We don't want to be a bother. *looks from Mason to Cassie*

Cassie: We's got moah th'n 'nough room f'r ev'ry'un.

Raf: Alright. I'll go get her. *uncertain but friendly smile for dKO even as he takes the phone from Denver and asks to talk to Ratchet*

Denver: *gentle and affectionate hip check for husband*



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