Nexus and lionluverse. Sanctuary and an Ambulance. Goings On

[dens_extra_pups]

Knockout: *comes climbing up to the top of the bot size bed that Denver's pallet is on. Yes... climbing. He's human size*

Denver: *sleeping peacefully, for the moment*

Knockout: *hesitantly comes and sits beside her, his optics scanning to see if her blankets need adjusting or if she's lost Knockoff*

Denver: *managed to kick off her blankets again, is still clinging tightly to Knockoff*

blankets: *kind of lumped together at Denver's feet*

Knockout: *carefully moves to find the top edge of the blankets and pull them up over the sleeping girl, pausing as he finds a book in their folds. Sets that aside without looking at it for now*

Denver: *turns her head a bit and murmurs nonsense*

Knockout: *gets blankets the way he wants them, and then sits back, only to grumble at the book and remove it from under his butt* *gives it a stink eye*

book: *is a comic version of "The Hobbit", bound in a sturdy hardcover*

Knockout: *remembers that movie. Idly opens the book and is surprised to find out this story is different! Frowns deeply as he reads*

Denver: *manages to shuck her blankets again as she sleeps, her dreams making her a bit restless now*

Knockout: *frowns over the top of the book, and then sets it aside to cover Denver again. Fixes blankets carefully, and then once more sits back to read*

Denver: *yet again shucks her blankets, and manages to lose hold of Knockoff as well*

Knockout: *quiet grumble as he sets the book aside once more. Grabs the doll and stuffs it into Denver's arms, then grabs the blankets and makes like Denver is burrito filling!*

Denver: *quiet for a bit, but having her movements restricted is starting to sink in through her dreams, causing said dreams to turn to memories of her last few moments on Earth* *wakes up swearing and struggling to free herself*

Knockout: Oh for the love of spark! Let me read in peace, woman! Ack! *frustration turns to concern, and he's swiftly undoing his handiwork* I'm sorry. You're safe. Don't let Mira hear that.

Denver: *a bit wild-eyed due to disorientation and waking so suddenly. Is breathing heavily and starting to shake*

Knockout: *worried now, his eyes a little wide* Denver?

Denver: *going to try and cling to you now, Knockout. Her heart's racing and she's acting frightened*

Knockout: *worried bot holds girl close, feeling reassured now that he can do it better without breaking her*

Denver: *trembling eventually subsides, though she's reluctant to let go... Or she's fallen back asleep*

Knockout: *tucks his chin down and scans her, even as he snags a blanket and pulls it up around her shoulders*

Denver: *though she's asleep, it's not a very restful sleep. She still has adrenalin coursing through her veins, and her heart rate's still elevated*

Knockout: *deep frown, and then a blink and a glance toward the curtained doorway as Hormah walks past telling a Lumen not to get his furry butt in a knot, she's going to give him a nice Sideswipe bath to lower his fever enough that he can be wished for*

lioLumen: *bleary and dazedly rambling on about something as he's carried*

Hormah: *last comment about wandering around like a spook before the washrack door closes*

Denver: *quiet little sound in reaction to the washrack door closing*

Knockout: Denver? Can you hear me?

Denver: *groggily* Fahv moah minutes?

Knockout: *softly* Why do you smell faintly... fishy?

Denver: *much confusion as she works on waking up the rest of the way* Huh? *brows up as she realizes she's being held close... and then she's got a puzzled frown as she realizes how big Knockout is in comparison to herself*

Knockout: *frowning now* You smell faintly fishy, and it's a living scent.

Denver: Y'u're 'uman sahzed... *slight headtilt as she catches the scent of food*

Knockout: *realization and shock* And you're not human.

Denver: ... Th' *bleep*'re y'u talkin' 'bout? *bleary frown as she works on waking up the rest of the way*

Knockout: *pushes her back slightly from him and studies her face, then touches the top of one of her ears* Your eyes and ears have changed... *deep frown*

Denver: ... *confused frown, one hand going to her ears*

Knockout: *temper flaring up* *voice low and angry* What did that Autobot-loving glitch do to you?

Denver: Mah cousin 'Ardeh saved mah lahf! 'Ormah w's doin' all she could, but 't w'sn't 'nough! *getting a bit defensive now*

Knockout: *sneer of disbelief* I thought she was supposed to know how to repair humans. *scornfully* And who's this "cousin Hardy"?

Denver: *just reached out to catch Knockout by the audial finial* *sharply* Th't don' mean *bleep* wh'n th're ain't nothin' th't c'n be done 'cept make s'me'un comfortable!

Knockout: Ouch! You're hurting me! *voice still angry, sharp, and slightly mocking*

Denver: *gonna give you a shake too, Knockout. She's upset*

Knockout: *shocked, and realizing that she's trying to chastise him* Let go!

Denver: *scowl* Y'u gonna say aneh moah stupid *bleep*?

Knockout: I'll say what I want to say, woman!

Denver: *another shake* Ah ain't fallin' f'r flattereh, th's tahm!

Knockout: 0_0 Flattery, I... OUCH!

Hormah: Keep it down in t'ere, ye stunned *deedlebeeps*!

Mira: *DEEDLEBEEP!*

Denver: *crossly* 'E's bein' stupid.

Knockout: *and now there's fear in his optics* Oh not the baby.

Denver: ... *raised brow* Yer scared 'f a babbeh?

Knockout: *eyes widen as he hears a sound approaching from the childrens' room*

Mira: *SO much scoldies!*

Little Oppy: *trying to sooth baby sister's ire*

Mira: *SCOLDIES UP A NOTCH as she bursts into Denver's room*

Knockout: *slumps* I'm doomed.

Mira: *POINTING at both peoples on the bed! Must scold both of them, bubby!*

Little Oppy: *wincing at all the scoldies coming from Mira*

Tarop-Tim: *too busy gnawing on the big's head to notice*

Knockout: *shutters optics and bows head. Looks totally whipped*

Denver: 0.o

Little Oppy: *sets Mira down on the bed next to the couple*

Mira: *SO MANY SCOLDIES FOR BOTH PEEPS!!!!*

Knockout: I'm sorry.

Mira: *huffs at him, then turns the scoldies to Denver*

Denver: 0_0

Mira: *relentless torrent of you is bad. Gran'ma Hattie had nothing on this little baby!*

Denver: *kind of trying to hide behind Knockout now, kthx*

Knockout: *elbows her* Say you're sorry. And mean it!

Denver: *squeaks at being elbowed* S-Sorreh!

Mira: *huffs and stinkeyes both bigs*

Bbbrl: *from the door, where he's sitting in Scarecrow's hands* C'n we colour s'more now?

Tarop-Tim: *muffled clickstorm*

Little Oppy: *chuckles as Mira reaches for him* Yes. Let's do that, then.

Bbbrl: Your crayons 'n dino book got delivered.

Scarecrow: *nods*

Little Oppy: *grin* Then let's go take a look and get started on coloring it.

Bbbrl: Okay! *happy ears, tail, and whiskers grin*

Mira: *clickerfit* *wants to see what you got, bubby!*

Knockout: *watches them go, and then turns his head to look at Denver*

Denver: *wide-eyed* *quietly* Th't w's scareh.

Knockout: I told you.

Denver: She seemed so 'armless 'n innocent...

Knockout: *face in hands* She is. That's what makes it so bad.

Denver: ... *going to change the subject now* Wh't 'appened t' y'u? Did s'me'un shrink ray y'u 'r s'meth'n'?

Knockout: *frowns at her, but then looks down at himself* No. I wished to be this size.

Denver: ... Y'u wished? *so confused*

Knockout: *shrugs* My brother is this size. His wife is this size. You're this size. The shop where that gorgeous piece of steel and wheels lives is for people this size... *eyes lit up at that last*

Denver: ... Ah th'ght th't w's jes a new aiuh fresh'nuh. *so amused now*

Knockout: *confused look* ...What?

Denver: Ah c'ld smell new cah leahthah...

Knockout: *expression goes to a smirk* Audi r8 Sypder. Not quite my type, but dreamy anyway.

Denver: *snerks* Lemme guess, y'u'd rathah ogle 'n Aston Martin.

Knockout: Mmmmmm. They wouldn't let me play with her. *smiiiiirrrk*

Denver: *flatly* Y'u're terrible.

Knockout: Oh but I haven't even mentioned the cute little Fairlady Z.

Denver: *snort*

Knockout: *griiin*

Denver: Y'u're still terrible.

Knockout: *airily* Of course I am. *frown* How did that person change your species?

Denver: *quietly* Blood transfusion... *quieter* W's th' onleh way Ah c'ld survahve.

Knockout: o.0 *indignant concern* This is viral? Like those zombies? *remembers* Oh. They gave your zombie away last night.

Denver: *frown* Ah don' th'nk 't's vahrahl... *more frown at the mention that Natalie was given away* Wh't?!

Knockout: They said they were bringing her to her mother.

Denver: ... *so very confused and worried now*

Knockout: *and now he's upset* I didn't know you wanted it, or I would have said something.

Denver: Ah jes' worreh...

Ravage: *is noseycat peering under the curtain at the door* Vorried about what, my dear?

Denver: *startles*

Knockout: *gun pointed at cat!*

Ravage: *sniff* You should see about loosening those wires.

Knockout: *scowls and looks about to say something Mira wouldn't like*

Denver: *quickly puts her hand over Knockout's mouth*

Knockout: Mrrph! Mff-mrrp-ffff!

Denver: *Look for Knockout*

Knockout: *sighs and rolls eyes*

Ravage: What are you worryink about, Denver?

Denver: *attention back to Ravage* Whether Natty'll be taken care'a.

Ravage: Natty? *comes in and sits, his tail around his feet and curling curiously at the tip*

Denver: Th' red'eaded zombeh.

Ravage: Ohhh. *ears up in a smile* She went to live with her alternate mother, who needs someone to take care of. Her alternate is also there. As is a Ratchet who is skilled with human care.

Denver: ... *frowwwwns at the mention of Ratchet*

Ravage: *projects the image of a red-haired lady with a box of Junior Mints, a happy smile, two little babies, three little robots, a little black pig, and a massive orange floofcat*

Denver: ... *both brows up* Huh.

Knockout: *frowns* Who's that?

Ravage: *simply* Ratchet.

Denver: Th't's a ladeh.

Ravage: *nods* Yes, in some realities Ratchet is a lady. *whisker twitch* And in some you are a man. In others, he's a femme.

Knockout: *mouth hang open. He doesn't even!*

Denver: 0_0

Ravage: *more whisker twitch* And in one reality, Natty was stricken with the zombie virus. In another, she received severe injuries in a plane accident, and in yet another, she was a doll.

Knockout: *mouth still open*

Denver: ... *brain broken*

Ravage: *stops laughing at them* *more gently* Natty will be safe, and loved very much.

Denver: ... *small frown as she thinks*

Ravage: *patiently* What is wrong now?

Denver: 'S jes' kahnda disturbin', knowin' th't th're's a gah version'a me.

Ravage: Ahhh. *slight smile, and then the image of an adorable tiny black cat in a fluffy dress and a sparkling cone of shame*

Denver: ... *just about to cuss, remembers Mira doesn't like cusswords*

Ravage: *perked ears ask her about her reaction*

Denver: Ah ain't gonna set Mira off 'gain.

Ravage: Why were you cursing?

Denver: ...Ah don' wanna talk 'bout 't.

Knockout: ...That's you.

Ravage: *rueful whisker twitch as he looks back to the image* Da. And she claims a sister's right to wash my face.

Knockout: Ewwww.

Ravage: *looks up to Denver again* Are you still worried for Natty?

Denver: A li'l bit...

Ravage: *slight chuckle as he gets up to go* You should eat to ease your worry. Knockout should share that food that I smell.

Denver: *about to comment on that when her belly does the commenting for her!*

Knockout: *look of utter. Gobsmack. SHOCK. For her belly*

Denver: *SO MUCH BLUSH*

Knockout: *squeamishly* Do I want to know what that was?

Denver: *sheepishly* Mah guts.

Knockout: 0_0 *scoot away* You're not going to purge??

Denver: *and now she's giving him a cross look* No. Ah ain't et anehth'n' f'r awhahl.

Knockout: Oh. Well, Pinkie Pie made you something. It's not soup, though... *goes to open his pocket, only to nearly jump right off the bed as the opening and closing of the door down the hall briefly lets out deep-voiced yowling about a punishment shirt*

Denver: *startled cuss! Nearly falls off the bed, too*

Knockout: 0_0 He sounds like Breakdown did the last time he got solar flare. *offers Denver a mixture of beef and barley, and some prawns, wrapped in rice paper*

Denver: *as she accepts the offered wrap* Wh't solar flare?

Knockout: A virus. Rather unpleasant when you run into a strain strong enough to affect a mature bot.

door: *opens and closes again, briefly letting out the sound of vehement urking*

Knockout: .>.<. It sounds just like that.

Denver: *wince*

Knockout: *sighs, but then looks to the oversize spring roll in Denver's hand* Is that what you like? *nose seems to wrinkle* I remember you saying you loved beef.

Denver: *slight quirk of a grin* Ah lahk beef.

Knockout: Yes. Well. There you... are? *looks toward the curtain as he hears the sound of a small child shrieking*

Denver: *about to dig in, attention going to the shrieking*

Rap: *knocks on the doorpost* Denver, you awake?

Denver: Ah'm 'wake.

Rap: C'n I come in a mo?

Denver: Sure th'n'.

Rap: *in he comes, holding something tenderly to his chest and flashing his optics with worry* You any good with lil' folks?

Knockout: *watching and frowning*

Denver: ...Er... Ah dunno

Rap: Ah. *checks the source of the shrieking and croons, in the process letting out a strong whiff of ocean*

Denver: *sitting up a bit straighter as she catches that whiff of ocean* Wah?

Rap: 'Cause I gotta go help with somethin', my lady's busy right now, 'n we don't got anybody else ta hold onta this lil' bit. *gently pokes at tiny fingers that are trying to climb out of his hand*

Denver: Who's th' li'l bit?

Rap: She ain't told me. I jes' found 'er washed up on the rocks. She's Exile.

Denver: *eyes wide now* Exahl...

Rap: *nods, and then shows her the little one in his hands, revealing that the child only superficially resembles a human, despite her scent clearly marking her as one. Some of her fingers are elongated into wing struts, and the membranes of those wings stretch down to her stubby legs and then to the rudder-like tail* It'd proly be jes' fer a few minutes. I'll find somebody else right quick.

Knockout: 0_0 She's naked.

Rap: Don't worry, I already got peed on.

Denver: Th' poah th'n....

Rap: *nods and glances over his shoulder, plainly wanting to be off again*

Denver: 'Eah... Ah've got a blanket t' wrap 'er 'n.

Rap: *walks over and offers the bitty girl, whose short fair hair is standing up in every direction and whose shrieking shows nothing held back*

Denver: *holds out her arms to take the little girl*

girl: *sees arms. JUMPS!*

Knockout: Awk! *yes, that was hilarious to hear*

Denver: *awks as well, but catches the little girl*

girl: *very warm, very chubby. And hiding her face against Denver as she clicks and pops softly in what is clearly a language meant to travel through water. She can't be more than two years old*

Rap: *deep sigh* Thanks, Denny.

Denver: *absent hum of acknowledgment*

Rap: You want anythin' before I go?

Denver: *very small headshake*

Rap: Okay. I'll send somebody as quick as I can. See ya, KO. *turns and jogs out of the room*

Knockout: *sniff*

girl: *swats him*

Knockout: Oh not you too.

girl: :/

Denver: *more absent hum*

Knockout: *ducks slightly to look at Denver's face*

Denver: *looks a bit lost in thought now*

Knockout: *pokes her and is swatted at again* Your wrap is getting cold.

girl: *tells him! Oh does she tell him. She's no Mira, though*

Denver: *startles, attention going to the food*

Knockout: *slightly squeamishly* Do you want me to take it so you can eat?

Denver: Naw. Ah got th's.

girl: *little finger pokes at that funny smelling thing in the big's hand, small face wrinkled into an intent frown*

Denver: *will shift positions slightly, taking a bite of the wrap*

girl: *that's got her looking at the big with disbelief. How can you eat something that smells so yucky????*

Denver: *having another bite. Is enjoying her meal*

girl: *watches Denver for a moment, a pouty frown on her face. But then she comes to a decision and opens her mouth hopefully. Can baby have some?*

Denver: *offers a bite of the wrap*

girl: *careful, closed mouth nibble, and her eyes go wide as her thoughts show very clearly in her expression. However, unlike most babies her age, she doesn't spit the disliked food out. Instead she chews it up*

Denver: *going to alternate between bites for herself and offering bites to the girl*

girl: *will eat obediently, her bites small and neat* *Knockout gets frowned at from time to time*

Knockout: *yeah... He frowns back*

Denver: *thoughts going to the past few weeks. Part of her is glad she doesn't have to keep hiding, but part of her does still miss one of the few humans she tolerated*

girl: *refuses this last bite by turning her face away. Big coffee-coloured eyes are droopy*

Denver: *will finish the wrap, then*

girl: *wriggles around to Denver's front, and then clings tightly with hands and feet as she falls asleep* *arms are around the big's neck, and feet are holding on where Mama's got a fat roll and this big has some kind of funny thing around her middle*

Knockout: *frown deepens* Do you want me to take it?

Denver: Ah dunno 'f th't'd wake 'er up...

Knockout: Only one way to find out. *does NOT want to take the baby, but he's worried about her hurting Denver like that*

girl: *feels strange hands pulling on her and cuts loose a shriek of protest!*

Knockout: *shrieks himself. He can't help it!*

Denver: *wince wince wince*

Knockout: I never screamed! *angry and going to try and prove that he can take a bitty now!*

Denver: *deep breaths*

girl: *looks up at Denver pleadingly and clicks to her. Is plainly asking to stay with her*

Denver: *trembling faintly. Remembers hearing Knockout shrieking like he was earlier*

Knockout: *grumbles as he sees the child's expression and senses Denver's fear. Is going to put his arms around both of them protectively and once more marvel at how easy it is to interact with Denver now that they're nearly the same size*

Denver: *gonna hide against you, Knockout*

Knockout: *rubs her back soothingly* You need more rest. Can you do it with that thing clinging to you?

Denver: *very small nod*

Knockout: *tugs on blanket to get it out from under her butt, and then looks around* Where's Knockoff?

Denver: ... *looks around*

Knockout: *picks up the other blanket with his free hand and watches his small plush facsimile fall free* Oh, there he is. *blankets around Denver, and then he's trying to lay her and the attached baby down*

Denver: *snuggles close to Knockout*

Knockout: *blink blink* Errr, Denver? Aren't you tired?

Denver: *quietly* Jes' stay f'r a spell...

Knockout: Uhh, alright. *awkwardly lays down next to her and the baby, using his free arm to make sure that both organics are covered up warmly* How are you going to hold Knockoff?

Denver: *quietly* Dunno...

Knockout: *frowns a bit, and then lays the toy beside her* How's that?

Denver: *shuts her eyes, breathing evening out as the warmth of the little girl and the comfort of hearing Knockout's systems tag-team her and send her toward sleep. Even another wail from the sick cat-man doesn't make her twitch*


Elsewhere


William's phone: *rings*

Chris: *mouth full of doughnut* Seat's buzzing.

William: No, that's my *butt*. *will work on getting his phone out* *has been SO bored while Ira's in Japan*

Chris: *glances over* What kinda phone buzzes that hard? *more doughnut*

William: I made the mistake of letting Elly play with my phone one day... and she went and sat with her mother.

Chris: *doughnut out nose* XD

William: Yeah, yeah. At least now I can feel the darn thing vibrating. *phone to ear as he answers it*

female voice: *brisk and quick* //William Johnson?//

William: Speaking. *will have a sip of his soda in the meantime*

female voice: //Yer son was jes' arter bein' took while waterin' 'is boss's flowers.//

William: *spittake* Whaaat?!

female voice: *sounds amused now* //Ye heard me, b'y.//

William: *groan* What did he get into?

Chris: *watching all this with interest*

woman: //Infected wisdom toot'.//

William: *wince* Is he at a hospital?

woman: //He's here to the Sanctuary.//

Lumen: *muffled bellow in the background. Something about "punishment shirt"*

William: ... How bad is he?

Lumen: *yells again. The language is not recognizable*

woman: //Tied down.//

William: ... That's probably about the only way you'd be able to get him to stay still

woman: *garbled beeping*

William: ...Do I want to know what just happened, Hormah?

Hormah: *more beeping* *then* //I's sendin' ye a movie.//

William: ...Do I want to know?

Hormah: //Lu was arter saying 'e was wantin' t' be on reality TV.//

William: *one with his facepalm*

phone: *buzzes. Right by his ear*

William: *awks and pulls phone away from ear* *brows up* Aha. A video.

Hormah: //Ye bes' not be drinkin' nothin' when ye sees it.//

Lumen: //I am Groot!//

William: *sighs and plays the video*

Chris: *leans over to help him watch* ... He streaking? Wait, no. He's got a swimsuit on.

William: ... Sure, you notice that, and not the fact that Lumen's chasing spooks around.

Chris: He's delirious. *shrug* Look at the size of the knot on his jaw.

William: *looks again. Winces* Ouch.

Chris: ...And now he's singing, "Lumen, where's your trousers".

William: *facepalm* *frown* *lowers hand* How do you know what Lumen's singing?

Chris: *intent on a scene of Lumen racing a startled nightmare* Listen to the rhythm.

William: *quiet for a few moments, then he's snorting* I'm glad my brothers aren't around to see this.

Chris: *laconically* Hollywood style camera angles.

William: ... Or a Cybertronian doing some fancy recording.

Chris: That who did this? *watches Lumen stand on an upended trash can and rave in tongues*

William: That's the only logical explanation. His boss wouldn't, because she can't resist the urge to chase the spooks with a baseball bat... and Legacy would be too out of it to film.

Chris: ...Nobody human size could get that angle. *fully upward view of a ranting lion man*

William: ...Some sort of drone, maybe?

Chris: Now it's a shot from above and to the side. *snorts at the round, blue house*

William: Aaaand now he's dancing in his boss' garden... And talking about baseball bats.

Chris: *watches the dancing, but then groans* Did he just do what I think he just did?

William: *facepalming* Yes, he did.

Chris: That's not watering the garden. *shakes his head*

William: No, it's not.

Chris: *slight startle as a yell of terror comes from the phone, and looks quickly to see that it's just Hormah grabbing Lumen*

William: ...Did he just scream about the punishment shirt?

Chris: Yup. *attention back to his doughnut box as the screen shows Lumen being carried away and then goes to creatively designed credits*

William: *sigh*

Chris: *studies a doughnut for a few minutes in silence*

William: *closes his phone* Are there any cranberry jelly filled ones left?

Chris: *sudden rumble of laughter*

William: I swear, if you ate the last one...

Chris: *mushes a cranberry jelly doughnut in his face as the laughter escapes completely and leaves the big man shaking with mirth*

William: *startles badly and drops his phone* Awk! Chris!!!

Chris: *laughs even harder*

William: *removes mushed donut from his face, will sulk and eat the donut*

Chris: Will... *wheeze* Think of that movie with... with Screamer as the star. *roar of laughter*

William: ... Great. Now I've lost my appetite.

Chris: *stops laughing and frowns at him* Got no sense of humour. *eats doughnut*

William: No, I just don't want to think about my brother that way. *will search for his phone, intends to call his parents to let them know that Lumen's not feeling well*