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Den ([personal profile] dens_extra_pups) wrote in [community profile] dens_tf_den2015-11-01 12:57 am
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bv. Fortress Maximus. Weddings and Namings



Tikvah: *walks over to where a big man is sitting in the middle of her living room floor dressing a tiny doll and gently slaps him on the back* Hey, little girl, are you going to do that all day?

Terrance: *looks up from his work to give Tikvah a small grin* I'm almost done.

Tikvah: *leans on him and watches what he's doing* Where'd you get that anyway?

Terrance: From Lady Commander. *will show Tikvah the tiny fired clay Ifiri-esque doll* She laughed when I asked if it was supposed to be Kae Yau, and if it was, if I could put a dress on it.

Tikvah: *examining the tiny thing in its little dress and trying to see what it's made from* What'd she say?

Terrance: She called me somethin' I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to repeat, 'n gave me a box of fabric to make doll clothes with.

Tikvah: *soft snort* So how many dolls is this now?

Terrance: *blinks as he looks around* Countin' this one? Seven.

Tikvah: Nope. Eight.

Terrance: *brows up as he looks around and counts one more time* ... I count seven.

Tikvah: Nope. Eight. *green eyes twinkling*

Terrance: ... *much confusion*

Tikvah: *holds out a little doll in its package* I didn't get to give you this before all that last stuff happened.

Terrance: *surprised sound, will reach for the unicorn doll* Awww!

Tikvah: It big enough? *grin*

Terrance: *nods* Yeah. It'll fit in with the rest'a the dollkids. *stands and moves to hug Tikvah*

Tikvah: *moves to return the gesture, her chin firming slightly against an uncharacteristic wibble as she vanishes into that vast, gentle embrace* Hey now, little girl, don't be goin' all marshmallow on me.

Terrance: *rumbles a chuckle, more gentle squish-cuddles*

Tikvah: *pulls out the thing she'd been holding in her hand and presses it lightly against his back. Then starts tracing words with it*

Terrance: *going to try and figure out what she's writing on his back*

Tikvah: *repeats the movements over and over. Is that a "me"? And the other word seems to begin with an M too, and have two letters the same in the middle...*

Terrance: *very surprised expression once he figures out what Tikvah is asking him* *quietly* Gotta get you a pretty ring to wear.

Tikvah: *soft snort without taking her face away from his T-shirted chest* Since when have I ever done pretty?

Terrance: *sincerely* Since the day God brought ya into this world.

Tikvah: *breath catches, and she absently presses the object in her hand against his back. Terrance will be able to feel jewels*

Terrance: *holds her close and leans so he can touch his forehead to hers*

Tikvah: *going to kiss your socks off, little girl!*

Mira: *tapping on the door* Hey, Tikvah, Terrance! We're gonna go find out what the sparklets names're supposed to be!

Fortress Maximus: *obligingly (and mischievously) opens the door*

Mira: ... *and then she's being cheerfully rowdy*

Terrance: *meeps and holds Tikvah closer, giving Mira a wide-eyed look and blushing muchly*

Tikvah: *hides her face and growls a bit, but then looks over her shoulder with a scowl and razzes hugely without letting go of Terrance*

Mira: *laughs more* Saw that! You guys just need one more witness, 'f Max'll witness!

Tikvah: *falters in mid insult* ...What?

Terrance: *very confused now*

Mira: *blinks, doorwings fluttering a bit with her surprise* You two never heard'a word bondin'?

Tikvah: Oh. Yeah. But we ain't bots, *unprintable*head. What'd you butt in for again?

Mira: Came ta tell ya, Showtime said we'd find out the names'a Bumblebee 'n Flashpoint's sparklets t'day. 'N he sent me ta get everyone.

Terrance: *perk* Let's go.

Tikvah: *looks down at her tank top and boxer shorts* Hold on. *quick grab has snagged that sparkly glitter T-shirt that Terrance has managed to hold onto all this time and pull it on for a longish dress* You can't go with that kinda fro, and not in your socks.

Mira: *laughs* I'll be back ta get you two yahoos. *heads off to pester someone else*

Terrance: *blinks and looks down* Oh.

Tikvah: Got an elastic? *absent quick check of the boots and finds them shiny except where she drew a shine mark on the toe of one with whiteout the other day*

Terrance: *goes to get an elastic*

Tikvah: *gets him sitting on the floor when he comes back, and then makes lightning work of smoothing out his wild frizz and making it lay neatly against his head* There. Get dressed quick.

Terrance: *small smile* Yes, dear. *will move to get dressed*

Tikvah: And I'm wearing your shiny shirt. *heads for the door after picking up the new doll and the one he'd been playing with and setting them on the table*

Terrance: Aww. Alright. *will pick out a different shirt, then*

Tikvah: *pause* You don't think the Major wants us in uniform? He said we were on leave till we landed.

Terrance: ... Dunno. But we should still dress nice... *picking one of his non-uniform dress shirts*

Tikvah: All I own is uniforms. I don't have a mom that showed up with a carload of scrap for me. *has taken to using some TF cusswords*

Terrance: Here, lemme fix what you've got on.

Tikvah: *quizzical frown* Like how?

Terrance: I'm thinkin' wrappin' the sleeves 'n makin' it look like a strapless dress.

Tikvah: *clueless* You can do that?

Terrance: Yeah. Just need to wrap and tuck the sleeves...

Tikvah: ...Do I need to take off my shirt?

Terrance: Naw, just pull your arms through the neck hole.

Tikvah: ...My shirt's grey. It'll look stupid. Let me go get the black one on.

Terrance: It'll look fine. Trust me?

Tikvah: :/ :\ Okay. You know all this frilly junk. *shrugs and lets the big T shirt fall down, then pulls her arms through*

Terrance: *will get the sleeves wrapped and the shirt adjusted so it looks like a mini-dress* There. And you can still see the design on it, too. *smile*

Tikvah: *looks down at herself* This is the first time I've worn a dress since my Bat Mitzvah.

Terrance: *surprised* Really?

Tikvah: Yup. *looks up with a slight grin* If my nana were alive and got to meet you she'd say she was right about me being gay. *looks around at the dolls and the pretty flower pictures on the walls*

Terrance: ... That doesn't sound very nice.

Tikvah: *shrug* She was nuts. I think a lotta old ladies are.

Kae Yau: *cackle* Aye! We are!

Terrance: Knew that, Aunty.

Tikvah: *cheeky grin for the skinny alien lady* *and then shoves the ring she was holding at Terrance*

Terrance: *surprised sound as he catches sight of the gold and diamond-crusted ring*

Tikvah: *grin* Put on your ring, little girl.

Terrance: *shy smile, will put the ring on*

Tikvah: *looks at the tacky ring with satisfaction* Manly.

Kae Yau: *snerk* Ye needs witnesses?

Tikvah: *looks up curiously* That ain't just for Cybertronians?

Kae Yau: Nae, lass.

Tikvah: Huh. *looks at Terrance*

Mira: *back to check on Tikvah and Terrance* You two finished getting fancy?

Tikvah: *looks at her. Looks at Terrance. Looks at Mira*

Mira: C'mon, genius. Let's get goin'. *slight wingflick* Otherwise, Showtime's gonna fall asleep on Sunstreaker again.

Tikvah: *glomps Terrance* MINE.

Terrance: *squeak!*

Kae Yau: *laughs* Seen t'at, b'y!

Mira: *laughs* Saw it!

Fortress Maximus: Terrence, do you claim Tikvah for your wife?

Terrance: I do.

Mira: Nah, man, you have to claim her!

Terrance: I don't know how.

Mira: ... Dude, just pick her up and loot her.

Tikvah: ...What?

Terrance: ...Loot her?

Kae Yau: *snickerfitdie*

Mira: You know, like the Keylendar do?

Tikvah: I don't even know what a Keylendar is.

Ordnance: *wanders up* You get lost, babe?

Mira: *wicked smirk* They do like this when they loot someone. *will grab Ordnance, activate her new anti-grav toy, and haul her husband off down the hall*

Ordnance: *startled whoop, and then a bellow of laughter as they vanish around the bend*

Terrance: 0_0

Tikvah: Got it. *a bend of her back, a quick twist, and Terrance is in a fireman carry*

Terrance: *startled squeak* *clings*

Tikvah: *braces her legs and starts off down the hall*

Terrance: *so much blush*

Mira: *poking her mate a bit. Has set him back on his feet*

Tikvah: *almost there and she stops abruptly* Wait. This'll blow your mom's mind.

Terrance: 'N my aunty's... Maybe I should carry you.

Tikvah: *tips his feet toward the floor and lets go*

Ordnance: *watching all this curiously*

Terrance: *once he's standing on the floor, he'll move to pick Tikvah up with his arms under her back and legs*

Mira: *amused* Either one'd count.

Tikvah: Right. Forgot about that, little girl. *pats the big man holding her, then sniggers* S'my *butt* sticking out?

Terrance: I'm holding you carefully... Mama'd faint if your butt were showing...

Tikvah: *Bart Simpson chuckle* But I'm wearin' shorts.

Terrance: Oh. Right. *will still cuddle you close, Tikvah*

Tikvah: *head on his shoulder and waits till they're inside the meeting hall. And then she does something that makes Ordnance whoop and bellow laughter*

Showtime: *looks over, startled by the whoop*

Optimus: *quizzical look*

Mama Dee: *also startled at the whoop*

Aunty Bea: *moving to see what's going on*

Shane: *looks and then snerks*

Bumblebee: *soft chortle*

Tikvah: *if she and Terrance were bots they'd be getting dizzy*

Mama Dee: What in the world?

Ordnance: Looting. *more laughter*

Mistfire: *echoes the laugh* They got married, Mama Dee.

Mama Dee: Oh, goodness! *must come over and fuss over the newlyweds!* *oh, and scold a bit for getting married without her there*

Tikvah: *lifts her head and looks down at her new mother in law* It was Keylendary style. The girl loots her guy and hauls him off.

Ordnance: Keylendar style, ya mean.

Terrance: *much blush, will hold Tikvah close*

Mama Dee: *seriously, to Tikvah* You be good to him.

Aunty Bea: Dee, relax. They're perfect for each other.

Uncle Jack: Yeah, so let's celebrate!

Tikvah: The bots were gonna name the babies. Did we miss it?

Showtime: *headshake* No. Because you two are the ones who have the names of the sparklets...

Terrance: *surprised squeak*

Mama Dee: *small frown* Huh?

Tikvah: Us? No. Nobody gave 'em to us. *scowls up at Mira*

Mira: *serious expression* Dad doesn't tell lies, Tikvah.

Tikvah: You didn't give me any name thing.

Showtime: *quietly* Draw on your heritages...

Tikvah: *lightbulb* Ohhh. *looks at her husband*

Terrance: *brows drawing together as he thinks*

Tikvah: Hey, remember that dream you were telling me about the other day?

Terrance: *blinks, and then his eyes are widening as he nods* Yeah...

Tikvah: *looks at Showtime* Okay, we got 'em. Oh yeah. *attention back to Terrance* Put me down, kid.

Terrance: *will do so, carefully*

Tikvah: *meeps about being Mama Dee hugged* *would yell, but has had the breath squished out of her*

Terrance: *small smile* Flashpoint 'n Air Raid's kid is 'Ataga. 'Cause he laughs a lot.

Ratchet: *throat clearing sound* If you would come over here so that we might do this properly.

Sirius: *grumpy snort at Ratchet* Orion's the MC.

Ratchet: All the more reason for Terrance and Tikvah to come over here.

Sirius: *starts to retort, but his mother's hand on his leg stops him*

Orion: *looks around at the people gathering in a circle around him, and then looks down at the little ones in his arms* Are you guys ready?

bitty Prime: *bright-eyed no comment over his blanket*

Flashpoint and Air Raid's bitty: *excited chirps!*

Orion: *grins* Okay. *looks around at the assembled bots* Are you ready?

Ordnance: *looks up from a PDA* Huh?

Diehard: I am. So is Polaris.

Polaris: Thrrpt. 0.o?

Diehard: Yes, that was you.

Polaris: .>.>

Mistfire: Ready.

Grumbler: *grumble*

Ratchet: I'm ready.

Flashpoint: *soft chuckle, leans on Air Raid*

Lumen: *soft clicks and pops*

Crosshairs: Let's get this show on the road.

Nightwish: *indifferently* I'm ready.

Fortress Maximus: I'm ready.

Dinobots: *grumblings of agreement*

Orion: *looks down at the humans*

Tikvah: Me 'n the little girl 're ready.

Cade: Same here, or as close to it as Charms can get.

Shane: *looks up* What?

Tessa: *snerk*

Will: *speaks for the rest of his men and their families*

Robbie Epps: *has to speak up anyway from where he's snuggled between Miss Pratt and India*

Miss Pratt: *has Dutch in a loving headlock* We're ready, too! :D

Mama Dee: We're ready, too.

Tikvah: *snerks at her mother in law*

Orion: *grins and looks around* Citizens of Fortress Maxmus, we are gathered here today to bestow designators on these two new lives; the terms that will define their beings till all are one.

bittyPrime: *intently looking doowwn at Tikvah*

Flashpoint and Air Raid's bitty: *laughing and chirping. Itty bitty chatterbox, is!*

Orion: *raises his voice slightly to be heard above happy baby chat* Are the name keepers here?

Terrance: We're here.

Tikvah: Ack! *beep*! Don't poke me, Aunty! Whoops. Here.

India: *to the giggling former President* Shush.

Orion: *goes to his knees and settles the babies on the floor*

bittyPrime: *chirps at Tikvah*

Tikvah: Yeah? I think so too. How about "Baraka"? It means "blessing".

bittyPrime: *chortles just like his mama does* Baraka!

Bumblebee and Optimus: *gasp at hearing that first word*

Polaris: *cheers wordlessly*

Flashpoint and Air Raid's bitty: *gleeful laugh*

Terrance: *soft chuckle* And that's 'Ataga. It means "laughter".

'Ataga: *just proves Terrance right by laughing even more* :D

Orion: Do you accept your names?

Baraka: *chuckles and looks up, then repeats his name in a happy babble interspersed with chirps and clicks*

'Ataga: *gleeful clamor*

Polaris: Polaris! Me!

First Aid: *hands to her mouth as her older children cheer loudly*

Optimus: *just cheered himself*

Diehard: *huge grin*

Sharpshot: *quietly* Aww. Happy family. Celebration. *nodnod*

bvFlashpoint: *gentle snugglesquish for his wife* Yeah. Le's celebrate.

Mama Dee: *gently plucks her sister's sleeve and leads the way to the human size table*

Sarah: *heading that way too, as is Isabella Figaroa*

Kami: *going to take the covers off her own dishes so that people can help themselves*

hsvFlashpoint: *getting the fuel for the bots uncovered*

Air Raid: *trying to test for poison, really!*

Grumbler: *smacks him*

Air Raid: *bibble sounds*

hsvFlashpoint: *to Grumbler* Quit 'busin' mah mate.

Grumbler: He can wait too. The babies and their people should go first.

'Ataga: *is losing his mind with glee, don't mind him*

Baraka: Babababa mumnumnum. *chuckle*

Polaris: Babies eat. Good!

Orion: *chuckles and looks at his father*

Diehard: Who should go first, Polaris?

Polaris: Old! Grandpa! *points to Ratchet, who is hiding in the corner being poked in the side*

Optimus: *rumbles amusement at what his youngest grandson just said*

hsvFlashpoint: *snickerfit*

Sharpshot: *seriously* Snog.

Ratchet: *startled and embarrassed* *was trying NOT to draw attention to his and Mistfire's activities*

Mistfire: *big smirk as she looks down at Sharpshot* How hard?

Optimus: Are you old, Ratchet?

Sharpshot: *much frown as she thinks*

Ratchet: I am not answering that.

'Ataga: *laughs at the expression on the yellow bot's face*

Mistfire: *grabs husband by the collar* This hard? *mighty snog!*

Ratchet: *startled flail, and then he's rumbling quietly*

Sharpshot: Heh.

Optimus: *has a wistful expression on his face as he thinks of another child and an oldbot who isn't here yet*

Bumblebee: *pokes him gently*

Optimus: *looks down* Hmm?

Bumblebee: *softly* Soon.

Optimus: *sighs and nods* Yes, soon. *offers his hand* Shall we fuel?

Bumblebee: *looks over to where her newly named son is smearing his face with something bright blue and oily and laughs softly* Yeah. Let's go. *leads her husband to the table*

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