Nexus. Black Dog. Double Wedding Part 3

[dens_extra_pups]

Continued from here



lioLu: *looks toward the flash and frowns slightly, then looks at his wife, who is sitting on his shoulder and kicking her heels against his belly* Your mom and Mr. T just poofed.

Legacy: *quietly* Aoife was feeling a bit overwhelmed.

lioLu: *more frown* But that's what you usually do at parties. *looks up at her, one hand coming up to rest on her soft, dark purple mammoth wool gown where it covers her shins*

Legacy: *quietly, giving the husband ear that's within reach a gentle scritch* I'm alright.

lioLu: *happy rumble as he tilts his head. Fingers are now playing with the green embroidery on the gown hem* You want another drink?

Legacy: *considering hum* Maybe something not boozy.

lioLu: *opens eyes and blinks, the tip of his tail curling quizzically* Isn't that what we were already drinking?

Legacy: ... *small frown, thinks back. Slight headshake* One of the human Ironhides bought us a round of Rum Chata, remember?

lioLu: *ears up* That had booze in it? Huh. *looks down as tiny hands pluck at the baggy, cream coloured camel wool leggings that he's wearing with a tunic of the same colour* Oh, thanks. Just put it in the basket with the other stuff? *listens to little invisible person fly over toward the gift basket, which is full of woodland treats*

Legacy: *soft chuckle, more ear scritch* Yes, it had rum in it.

lioLu: And I didn't get drunk. Cooool!

Legacy: *so amused. Then her attention's going to the stage* Think she'll crowdsurf?

lioLu: Huh? Who? *head turns to look that way*

Legacy: The lady singing with Dreadnought's holoform.

lioLu: Sora? No way. It would scare her.

Legacy: *snerks as hDreadnought stage dives* That didn't stop Dready though.

lioLu: *snorts* Nothin' scares that guy.

Sora: *laughing and bouncing around the stage as she sings, having switched to Cybertronian to perform one of her old songs from before the war*

hDreadnought: *as he's dumped back on the stage he starts playing musical accompaniment*

Dusk and Dawn: *back up there and dancing on each end of the stage, the lights in their shells dancing too*

hsvWisp: *dancing on the stage as her own internal lights keep rhythm with the music*

Sora: *ends her song and bows. Then she's moving to quietly exit stage left*

Denise: *grunts as somebody bumps into her down by the bottom of the human-size steps to the stage* Watch it!

Sora: *startled squeal, skitters back*

Denise: *scowl vanishes instantly* *gently* Whoops. Hey. Are you alright? *turns her head* You sound like me. Are we alternates? *slight frown as she continues the soothing tone* You're going to have to help me find you. *dressed up for this party. Is wearing a black racer back tank with a sport bra built in, a slightly above knee length skirt with vertical ruffles, and light black leather foot gloves. Her hair is buzzed*

Sora: *trembling and clicking softly as she curls up on herself. The unexpected collision has spooked her back into skittishness*

Denise: Oh wait. Is the clicking you? *seeking hand gently touches Sora's shoulder* Is this you?

Sora: *flinch, more clicks*

Denise: *gently pulls the other woman close for a hug* I'm sorry for being rough. You startled me. I can't see.

Sora: *trembles and tries to form words, but fails*

Denise: *comforting hug and a quiet murmur*

Raj: *coming to rescue his mate, pauses when he sees who is hugging Sora* ... Pardon me, but my wife is panicking.

Denise: *lifts her head to scowl at him quizzically and without anger* Okay. You're going to have to steer me so I don't trip over anything.

Raj: Let me just make sure there's a quieter area. *will ask Nem about a private room* *to Denise* Are you here alone, or did someone arrive with you?

Denise: My fat*aft* is coming back. Just had to use the can.

Raj: Alright. *transferring funds to Nem for a private room that's a bit quieter*

Sora: *deep, shaky breaths. Raj is talking to her over their bond, but she's still spooked*

Orville: *is that deep rumble from the shadows* *softly* What happened?

Raj: Panic attack. *quieter* Sora's scars aren't visible ones.

Sora: *very slight peek toward the rumble. Is reminded of Kup*

Orville: *gently offers the peeking lady a hug*

Denise: *listening intently to all this*

Sora: *very hesitant, but will slowly inch toward Orville*

Raj: *quietly encouraging Sora through the bond, will look to Denise* I do apologize, but I didn't get your name, miss.

Denise: *slight smirk* Denise.

Raj: ... You're not an alternate of President Pratt. Do you have a surname?

Denise: Carver. *shrug* Nickname's Desinex. Fat*aft* there's Kup's son.

Raj: *can't help but snerk softly* So you're not only an alternate of my wife, but also of her late-split twin.

Denise: Duh. *soft snerk*

Orville: *hug hug. And rumble. Yes, he's singing*

Raj: ... *amused headshake* And I can tell you're more like Desti than Sora.

Denise: *shrugs, still smirking* *then turns her head toward the sound of her husband*

Sora: *clicking softly again*

Orville: *stops rumbling to grin down at her* Yeah?

Sora: *quiet little sigh and a murmur in Cybertronian*

Orville: *murmurs back, his accent strange but understandable* *then glances toward his wife* Desi come on 'n help with this.

Denise: Bite me. *doesn't sound angry or mean*

Sora: *small headshake. Now that she's off the stage, the excitement of the day's gotten to her. She just wants to go home, and snuggle with her family*

Raj: *offers to help guide Denise over*

Denise: *flinches from unfamiliar hand and frowns at him*

Raj: *gentle, soothing clicks, will apologize for startling you, Denise*

Orville: Aww. Think you can stay long enough to share a drink with us? Sister drink?

Denise: *snort* Dork.

Orville: Sure, Desi.

Sora: *soft clicks as she considers, before nodding* A-Alright.

Raj: *fusses quietly about upsetting Denise*

Orville: *another grin for Sora, and then a good-natured glance toward Raj* Nah. She's always like that.

Denise: *scowl* *Beep* you, fat*aft*.

Orville: *grin widens* Trade girls? *makes like offering Sora*

Raj: *soft chuckle* Destiny's got a similar attitude sometimes. *will nudge Denise toward Orville, and reach for Sora*

Denise: *growls softly, and then oofs as she runs into Orville's belly. Growls again as she's hugged*

Orville: *grins right through the heel ground into his instep*

Denise: Is Destiny that clicky kid with the long black hair?

Raj: *as he rubs Sora's back* Yes. She's identical in appearance to Sora, though she prefers a different style of clothing.

Denise: Little kid, right? *elbow to the gut covered by the nice blue dress shirt*

Raj: Yes. Though she's in an adult shell.

Orville: *scoops his wife up* C'mon, the bar's up here. *heads for the steps that lead to where the organics bar has been set on one of the larger tables. Carries Denise neatly, without any flashing of garments best covered.

Denise: *scowls but doesn't try to get down*

Raj: *will bring Sora up via PINpoint*

Orville: *colourful exclamation, and then he does the same thing with Denise*

Denise: *scowl is black now*

Rhinox: *dryly* Nice. What's yours?

Orville: Four frothy limes.

Denise: *snort*

Sora: *very slight perk*

Raj: Frothy limes? *curious*

Rhinox: *grins, and then proceeds to whip up four drinks in Shirley Temple glasses. They are lime green with a frothy white top* There you go. What colour straw do you want?

Denise: I don't give a...

Orville: *hand over wife mouth* Anything's good. Euch. Desi.

Denise: That hand soap doesn't taste bad. *tongue out after licking husband hand*

Sora: ...What brand of soap?

Orville: *sniffs his hands* Not sure. The stuff in the little boys' room smells like grapefruit.

Rhinox: *snorts and shoves four green straws into the drinks*

Raj: *considering look as he tries to remember a snack that's also good for organic people*

Sora: *curious about the drinks now*

Orville: What do I owe you?

Rhinox: *as he turns away* Anyone with Sora drinks free.

Orville: *laughs* Been dreaming about hearing those words for a hundred years.

Raj: *soft chuckle, and then acks as Sora dips a finger into the froth on her drink and boops his nose*

Orville: *laughs till Denise elbows him in the gut*

Sora: *giggles at Raj's bewildered expression*

Denise: *tilts her head* *quietly grumpy* I just missed something, didn't I?

Raj: Yes. Sora being strange.

Sora: *gigglefit, hand over her mouth and eyes dancing*

Denise: *rotten grin* Suck it up, bub. *elbows Orville again*

Orville: *juggles the drink he was going to offer her* Watch it, Desi.

Sora: *snickering softly now as a memory she'd nearly forgotten gets called up in her processor* *quietly* I used to do that to you back home, Raj... *quieter* I'd forgotten how funny you look when your eyes cross.

Jazz: Hey, Sharpshot!

Denise: Sharpshot this, old fogey. *rude gesture*

Sora: *slight start, looks to the voice*

Denise: *hears the soft movement* Ignore him. He's too stupid to know my name.

Sora: ... *slight frown, small nod. Will return her attention to her drink*

Orville: 'Sup, Jazz? *sips his drink and grins*

Jazz: You two need a ride?

Orville: *snerk* Nope.

Raj: *has a napkin, is wiping his face*

Sora: *absently humming an old standard as she sips her drink, expression a bit distant*

Raj: *to Denise, as he finishes wiping his face* So why does Jazz call you 'Sharpshot', and your friend call you 'Desinex'?

Denise: *snort* The fat*aft*'s no friend of mine. *sip*

Raj: *slight frown* If he's not your friend, who is he to you, then?

Denise: The *bleep* that wouldn't *beep* off till I married 'im. And Sharpshot's what the losers at the precinct call me because I was a sniper. Desinex is what the old fart that raised me called me because I couldn't write worth *bleep* when I started using a pen on his wallpaper.

Raj: Ah... *small nod* *startled squawk as Sora boops him with a foamy finger again*

Denise: You're doing it wrong, sis. *finger in the foam on her drink*

Sora: Hm?

Denise: *lightning fast movement, and then Orville's flailing and snorting* *evil grin*

Sora: *hand over mouth* That's mean. *is snickering though*

Raj: Don't you dare.

Sora: *more snickerfit*

Denise: *innocently* Don't you love her?

Orville: *napkin! Dozeblow!*

Raj: I do, but that doesn't mean I condone her teaching that to my brother's mate, no matter how amusing Tracks' reaction would be.

Denise: *grin gets totally wicked* Ready, sis?

Sora: *grin* Yup.

Raj: ...

Denise: *sets down her drink, and then grabs his ribs*

Raj: Awk!!!! *invisibob!*

Sora: *laughing so hard that she falls off her seat*

Denise: ...That doesn't sound like lime up the nose. *head cocked as she listens intently*

Orville: *chuckle*

Sora: *wheezing and clicking as she tries to form words*

Mirage: *grumbling as he reappears, having transformed on reflex* *to Denise* You are worse than Destiny.

Sora: *helpless cackling where she landed*

Denise: *confusion fades back to the wicked grin* Give the kid a few more years.

Sora: *in between cackles, clicks, and wheezes* You triggered his stealth mod!

Denise: *remains of her brows shoot upward, and then she's cackling too*

Mirage: *annoyed huff, sulk*

Sora: *just gave herself hiccups*

Denise: *off the barstool and hunkers down to poke at alter sister*

Sora: *helpless whine, hic!*

Denise: *snerks, and then jabs her thumb at the back of Raj's nearer knee*

Mirage: Awk! *flinch*

Sora: *squeak*

Denise: It work?

Sora: *shaky breath, then she's transforming again and circulating air to try and cool off*

Mirage: I think it did.

Denise: *great. Hand up* Fat*aft*, help me up.

Orville: *free hand goes over and makes sure she doesn't hit her head on anything as she stands up*

Mirage: *silent for a few moments, communicating with Sharpshot over their bond, small nod* She'll get up once she feels she's not in danger of laughing herself silly again.

Denise: *elbows husband*

Orville: *BRAAAP!* Whoops!

Sharpshot: *making plating rattle now as she laughs helplessly again*

Denise: .>D

Mirage: ... *one with his facepalm*

Orville: *chuckling and shaking his head* *and then looks toward a louder burp* Hey...

stout dwarf: *sitting next to the source of the burp, is drinking from a tankard for a few moments before setting it down* *BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*

Sharpshot: *starting to overheat with the force of her laughter. Then she's wincing*

Mirage: .>.<. *sympathy wincing as across the bar, Destiny suddenly wakes up with a squeal*

Denise: *head turns toward the squeal* Oops.

Orville: *worried glance*

Mirage: *wincing and pinging Rachel's comm*

Rhinox: *offers him a wish*

Sharpshot: *pained-sounding* I regret nothing. *very slight grin*

Mirage: Thank you, Rhinox. *will accept the offered wish* *quietly* I wish that Sharpshot's injury could be repaired.

Rhinox: *as sparkles fail to happen* Try saying "most recent injury".

Mirage: *nods, will try again* I wish that Sharpshot's most recent injury could be repaired.

cobalt sparkles: *swirl around both Sharpshot and Denise*

Denise: What the *totally unprintable and instructive*???

Orville: *protective frown*

Mirage: *quiet clicks as he watches the sparkles*

Sharpshot: *circulating and trying to keep calm*

Denise: *silent for a moment after the sparkles die down, her face lowered* *and then gasps* I *beep*ing KNEW my hearing was *beeped* up!

Mirage: *confused* I'm not sure I understand.

Denise: It's a *unprintable* lot louder in here than it was before whatever the *beep* that was hit me. *looks up, and though her eyelids are still sealed, the scars on her face are much fainter*

Orville: *sucks in air and tears up a bit at the sight*

Mirage: Ah... That was a wish. It's a tiny piece of Guardian Fae power.

Denise: Whatever that means. *feels for her drink and has some, head tipped slightly as she listens to her surroundings*

Mirage: *small nod, will help Sharpshot to her feet, and then he's clicking softly as she decides she'd rather occupy his lap for a bit*

Denise: Incoming.

Mirage: *braces for impact, soft grunt as Destiny collides with him and fusses*

Denise: *holds her drink toward the fussing and offers the straw* Hey, kid. Remember me?

Destiny: *blink blink, soft squeal, scoots to fuss over you too, Denise!*

Denise: *points the straw toward the squeal* Guess what?

Destiny: *muffled clickstorm as she gnaws on the straw a bit*

Drift: *blink blink* Hey, I recognize you.

Denise: *softly* Sip. You're gonna like it.

Orville: *looks over toward the ignored guy*

Destiny: *more muffled clickstorm, will sip*

Drift: *slight headtilt as he studies you, Orville* I don't remember you, though.

Orville: *cheesy grin*

Denise: Whatcha think, kid? *listening to young alter sister*

Destiny: *clickstorm, is gonna drink all your drink if you don't stop her, Sissy!*

Drift: I'm Drift.

Denise: See this fat weirdo? *elbows him* That's my husband. He's Kup's son.

Orville: *cheesy grin at Drift*

Destiny: *headtilty, still stealing the nummy drink* *clickerfit*

Drift: *finally clues in to what Destiny is doing* Ack! Desti! That's not yours.

Destiny: *thrrrrrpt Drift Bubby!*

Denise: *scowls toward Drift* S'my drink, and I'm not saying anything, dumb*aft*.

Drift: Still, she should have asked before drinking most of it.

Denise: I gave it to her. *expression says she's scoring points against you, Drift* *pause* Did you just razz with the straw in your mouth?

Destiny: *muffled chirp*

Drift: *one with his facepalm*

Denise: *sniggerfitdie*

Destiny: *gonna nom on the straw once the drink is gone* *muffled clicks*

Denise: *sets the glass down and orders two more, then listens to Destiny* ...Was that blue?

Destiny: Mmmnope. Green.

Denise: Does green do scary stuff to robot guts?

Drift: No. That's red that does it.

Destiny: Pleh. Icky red.

Orville: Besides. Desi can't drink that much sweet stuff. *chuckles as he taps her with the two new drinks*

Denise: The kid and the dork. *nods to Desti and Drift*

Orville: *offers drinks*

Drift: *blink blink* Er... Thanks. *will accept the offered drink, making sure Destiny has a good grip on her drink first*

Destiny: *clickerfit*

Denise: No carbs, no dairy, and preferably no sweets.

Drift: ...That includes bananas, doesn't it?

Rhinox: *sets something on the bar and bumps Denise to call her attention to it*

Denise: *frowns and touches the contents of the dish* Yup. What the bleep is this?

Drift: ...That stinks. *will study the dish Rhinox set down curiously, even as he tastes the drink he was given*

Rhinox: Marinated calamari rings.

Denise: What's a calamari? *poking the noms*

Destiny: *perk* Tako!!! *headtilty look for Rhinox*

Drift: It's a type of shellfish. *grin*

Rhinox: That's tako's cousin. With no eyes. *grins at Destiny*

Denise: So it's meat?

Drift: Yeah. It comes from the ocean.

Destiny: Fish noms! *clickerfit*

Denise: Have some. *noms!* Heyyyy.

Destiny: *chirps and clickerfits*

Denise: This is good. Fat*aft*, buy calamari.

Orville: Sure, Desi. *having another drink*

Destiny: *gonna gank bites of calamari and clickstorm*

Denise: *one for you, and one for me*

Orville: *to Raj* Need a hand bringing her home?

Mirage: *headshake* I have a PINpoint. *and the way he's holding his wife means all he has to do is push the button on his wristwatch*

Sharpshot: *head on Mirage's shoulder, is sleeping quietly*

Destiny: *clickstorming quietly as she nomphs*

Orville: Okay. *gonna order himself four burger patties and lotsa condiments and salad, then*

Denise: *discovers that the plate that she's sharing with Desti is empty sooner than she wanted it to be. Tilts head as someone walks up and asks for four pounds of shrimp poutine* What's that?

Drift: Really good. *will order some of that for the group*

Destiny: *clickerfit*

Rhinox: The no carb and dairy version?

Orville: Better, if he wants Desi to share it.

Drift: Yeah. I haven't tried that version yet.

Rhinox: *phone to ear and calls the order to the kitchen* Stop licking the plate. There isn't even anything on it left to taste.

Denise: Huh? *touches Desti and snerks*

Destiny: *sleepy clickerfit*

order: *appears. And there is a teacup saucer with a small mound of brown gravy and white cheese beside the big platter of shrimp poutine*

Rhinox: *offers the saucer to Desti, his eyes twinkling as he wonders what her reaction will be to baby tako poutine*

Destiny: *headtilty, will reach to poke at the mound, then she's letting out a happy sound* Eee! Tako with eyes!

Denise: *urk sound* What?

Orville: *fascinated and amused gaze is fixed on Desti's snack*

Destiny: *clickstorm and chirps as she talks about the nom*

Drift: Tako is octopus. Desti's fond of it.

Denise: What's an octopus? *still looking mildly alarmed and ready to be grossed out*

Grok: Octopusss? Hmm. *heads for the main bar to see if he can get a couple of freshly killed big ones*

Denise: That didn't tell me anything, hissy.

Destiny: Is gone. *licking the last gravy and cheese off her saucer*

Drift: It's a type of shellfish, but the shell's on the inside. Octopi have eight limbs that they use to get around and catch prey.

Orville: Like a arawark, only rounder. *amused and grossed out*

Denise: ... ... ... Pretty *beep*ing sure you're supposed to take the eyes outta those before you eat 'em.

Destiny: Yup! Is gross. *clicks and pokes the shrimpy poutine*

Drift: *amusedly* Yet you eat it every time.

Destiny: Thrrpt.

Orville: Nice seefood! *belly laugh*

Denise: Do the shrimp have eyes?

Drift: No, no eyes on the shrimp.

Denise: *snorts and goes at it with fingers*

Orville: *socks Drift on the shoulder, his eyes focused on something out to the side*

Drift: *startled squawk*

Orville: *frowns at him, and then nods toward what he's been watching*

Drift: Huh? *looks*

Grok: *horking down a huge dead octopus. Whole, and raw*

Drift: ... *slight frown, PINpoint out and checking Grok for coordinates*

Signal and Lancer: *drunken hooting and hollering as they notice Grok*

Orville: I wonder what that guy's breathing tubes are like.

Drift: Dunno. He's not the guy from my reality... *blinks and tilts his head as a brightly colored mech arrives* That guy looks like someone I know, too.

Rodimus: ... *to Grok* I'm not even going to ask.

Grok: *happy rumble around his mouthful*

Orville: *rotten grin* Think he's in danger of choking?

Denise: *belts him in the gut with the hand not being used to eat*

Drift: Prolly not.

Destiny: *clickerfit is starting to slow a bit, yawns*

Orville: *unfazed by belt* Awww.

Rodimus: *will move to pay the bar tab for his crewmates*

Nemesis: *sticks the other octopus on Rodimus' face*

Rodimus: Awk! *topples over and lands on his skid*

Signal and Lancer: *DED*

Orville: *so ded!*

Grok: *clapping and slapping his knees*

Drift: ... I'm going to go make sure that guy's alright.

Mirage: ... A Rodimus. Why am I not surprised?

Rodimus: *trying to get dead octopus off of his face* Seriously? I didn't even do anything this time!

Nemesis: *still chortling as she leans over the bar to look at him* It'll let go in a few minutes. Or you could get your friend to chew it off.

Signal and Lancer: *no help from them!*

Rodimus: *dryly* Thanks.

Drift: *to Nemesis* So why'd he get an octopus to the face?

Nemesis: I didn't listen when the swampman explained the joke.

Rodimus: *grumping a bit* I don't even know who started the whole "tako lips" thing.

Drift: ... *snerk* Well, it wasn't me.

Grok: He'll be irresissstible to Ultra Magnusss now. *snerk*

Orville: *had jumped down to go with Drift. Snerks as he looks back toward Grok, then turns and looks up at Rodimus* Tako lips?

Rodimus: *as he peels the octopus off of his face* Ha, ha, very funny, Grok. *bit of a sulk going on now*

Grok: *grins at him and weebles, then points to the dead tentacle monster* You gonna eat thhhat?

Signal and Lancer: *can't even get coordinated enough to combine for the trip home. This is entirely due to a combination of drinks and laughing so hard*

Rodimus: ... No. *hands the octopus to Grok*

Drift: *snickerfit* Yup. That's definitely an alt of the guy I know back home.

Orville: What's he talking about, "tako lips"?

Rodimus: *stinkeye for the human* It's an in-joke with the crew.

Orville: That don't explain it. *lifts chin*

Lancer: *giggly and giddy* It's 'cause Bushi got drunk one time and was chasin' his girl 'round with his lips puckered 'n tellin' her he had tako lips!

Signal: *helpless wheezing on the floor where he slid to after watching Rodimus peel the octopus off his face*

Orville: *Kupish oath and then a roar of laughter*

Lancer: *lays her head down on the bar* *forlornly* Wish I had a guy ta chase me 'round like that...

Nemesis: ...Alright, you're drunk enough. No more for you. *turns away to bar wiping*

Rodimus: *sigh, moves to pick Signal up off the floor, will also grab Lancer* Grok, let's get these two back to the ship. I'll come back for the others who came to celebrate.

Grok: Everyone elsssss has gone home. *grin and a sideways stumble*

Rodimus: ... Fine, then I'll get you back to your wife, and drop these two on their berths and be done with it.

Grok: *grriiiin* Yes, sir!

Rodimus: *will make sure he's touching Grok, and that he's got a good hold on Signal and Lancer, then he's PINpointing the group back to their reality*

Orville: *still laughing on the floor by Drift*

Drift: ... *headshake* I almost feel sorry for that guy.

Orville: *rumble. Wipe his eyes* You know who Bushi's girl is?

Drift: ... No.

Orville: *cackle* You!

Drift: ...

Destiny: *cranky now, and setting up to make all manner of unhappy sounds*

Orville: *forgets the joke and is on his feet and heading that way instantly* Hey, sweetheart. Bubby's right here.

Denise: *agreeing with her baby alter sister. Full and ready for bed*

Drift: *such a brain-broken expression as he moves to try and prevent a Desti-meltdown*

Orville: *dragging the dark-haired teen along and up to the ladder leading to the top of the table where they left the girls and Raj* We're coming!

Denise: *drops a shrimp on her foot and furthers Destiny's vocabulary*

Destiny: *gonna repeat you, Sissy!*

Drift: ... *facepalming* Rachel's gonna kick my aft.

Orville: *as he reaches the top of the ladder* Desi, that kid's got a mother!

Denise: *falls silent and puts her head down* I had too much sweet junk.

Orville: *over to rub her back*

Destiny: *squeals as Drift tries to get close enough to PINpoint her home*

Drift: *awks as he gets walloped upside the head by the big sparklet*

Denise: *tiredly straightens up and holds her arms out to Destiny* Kid?

Destiny: *issa crankypants and having a temper tantrum*

Denise: *gently slaps her upside the head* Hey!

Destiny: *squeals and begins crying. Is tired and ready for bed*

Drift: *soothing clickstorm*

Denise: *hugga Destiny* Go home and go to bed.

Destiny: *fussy clicks, even as she snuggles*

Drift: *soothingly* Kup's got your blanket ready, Desti.

Destiny: *wibble* Want Papa.

Denise: Papa's Kup?

Destiny: *small nod* Uh-huh.

Denise: Here, hug this weirdo. His papa was Kup, too. *shoves at Orville*

Orville: *cautious hug offer*

Destiny: *quiet clickstorm, will hug*

Orville: *rumbles and gently rubs her back, then kisses her on the hair* Better?

Destiny: *sleepy mumble, snuggle*

Orville: Whoops. *looks from Raj to Drift* You strong enough to carry her, kid?

Drift: Hang on a moment, and I'll carry her. *will move to climb down to the floor*

Orville: Can't you just jump 'n transform on the way?

Drift: And get yelled at for it by Rachel or Russell.

Destiny: *don't mind her. She just splatsleep'd*

Orville: You're that brittle?

Drift: *as he reaches the ground and moves away from the table enough to transform* I've got a few places that're a bit weaker than they should be, but they're getting better.

Orville: Oh. *scoops up the Destiny, and then looks at the big black bot who just stopped to offer a hand* What?

Dreadnought: I'll lift 'er down for ya, so you can get your lady's face outta the poutine.

Orville: What? Awwww...

Drift: *returning to root mode* Was that a joke about me being short, Dready? *fond grin for the big guy*

Dreadnought: *flashes that Jazz grin* You know it, man. *hunkers down to offer sleeping girl*

Drift: You know what I'd do if there weren't kids around. *brat grin as he reaches for Destiny*

Dreadnought: *snerk* After you, kid.

Drift: :P *chuckle, cuddles Destiny close to his chest* See ya.

Dreadnought: *rumbles a chuckle* Wouldn't wanna be ya.

Drift: *nods to Orville and Denise* Laters. *will bring Destiny home*

Mirage: We'd better get going, too.

Orville: *wiping his wife off as Rhinox packages the rest of the poutine* Yeah. Take care.

Mirage: *nods* You too. *will bring Sora home*

Orville: *gently scoops up his wife and brings her and her poutine back to the island*

lioLumen: Looks like everything's finished.

Legacy: *small nod of agreement* I think you're right.

lioLumen: *rubs one eye* Bed time?

Legacy: *soft chuckle* Sounds good.

lioLumen: You want the bed, or are we going doubles now?

Legacy: Weren't we going doubles?

lioLumen: We never really talked about it. *tail curls uncertainly*

Legacy: *small frown as she thinks.

lioLumen: *muffles a yawn and says "excuse me"*

Legacy: I seem to remember bringing the four poster... With the intent to share it with you someday.

lioLumen: *perk* Okay!

Legacy: *ear rub* Let's go home

lioLumen: *nuzzles her hair as he straightens up. Then he calls a farewell to Nemesis, snerks at Tarantulus' attempts to get hbOrdnance off the floor, and PINpoints his wife home*

((Written with random_xtras))