Nexus. The Black Dog. Guys and Dolls

[dens_extra_pups]

Ordnance: *sitting in the Black Dog on a big table, mildly soused from drinking much artisan beer. Grabs Mira and pretends he's going to nom her head like Mal's doing to divaShot down on the floor*

divaShot: *havin an epic spazzfit down there, btw*

Mira: *elbow to the gut for you, Ordnance!*

Ordnance: *belly shakes with his belly laugh* Nom your chips!

Mira: Get dented, *bleep!* *hiccups and chugs her beer*

Ordnance: *burps for her. Kinda shakes the table they're sitting at in the process*

Mira: *sputters!* *laughs*

Ordnance: *looks in his empty stein* What flavour should we try next?

Mira: Hmm... We had blueberry, oatmeal, mango.... Wonder if peach'd make fer good beer?

Ordnance: *looks thoughtfully at the menu* Not right after mango. Howabout sage?

Mira: There's an idea.

Ordnance: *waves his hand for a sever, and then burps again* *more belly laugh*

Mira: *laughs* You're a dork, ya know that?

voice: *deep and familiar* That was just sad.

Ordnance: *pauses and lifts his eyebrows at Mira* That didn't sound like a big bot me.

Mira: ... *frowns and looks for the source of the voice*

Orville: *just up the library ladder that Galeas pushed over, turns to help a slender, dark-haired woman* You burp like a little girl, dude.

Ordnance: :o What. The. *not writing it*?

Mira: ... *pinches herself. Says something rude*

Denise: Sounds like another fat*aft*.

Mira: *snort* He's not a fat*aft*. He's a lardo.

Denise: *deep frown* Serenity?

Mira: Who the *bleep* is Serenity?

Denise: ...Fine, *bleep*head. Showtime? *scowl is horrific*

Mira: Only Showtime I know's my sister. I'm Mira. *arms crossed, black scowl on her face*

Denise: *shrugs* You dumb *deleted*s sound the same. How'm I supposedta know the difference?

Orville: Lets sit down before we have friendly chats.

Denise: Stuff it, fat*aft*.

Ordnance: *wide grin*

Mira: *still scowling as she moves to sit next to Ordnance* Showtime sounds different than me. She's a wuss.

Denise: *distinct scowl* Watch your mouth, *girl dog*.

Mira: *bleep* you, *bleepitly bleep*.

Orville: *has steered his wife over and sat her down* Giant dino steak?

Denise: You know it, *girl dog* *to Mira, voice full of low warning* Nobody talks smack on Rinny. She's been through more *poop* than a little *deleted* like you could dream.

Mira: *transforming* You wanna bet, *bleeeeep*?

Orville: She can't see ya, kid.

Ordnance: Huh? *blinks and looks at the brunette*

Mira: ... *to Denise, quietly and seriously* Gimme yer hand.

Denise: *gives her the bird*

Mira: I'm bein' serious.

Denise: *face scowling behind her big black shades as she shoves her hand forward and nearly gets Mira in the eye*

Mira: *catches Denise's hand and guides it to her chest, winglets flicking a bit as a bit of leftover scarring is brushed against*

Denise: *studies the scars carefully, and then snorts and pulls her hand back* Big *bleep*ing whoop. *takes off shades*

Mira: That's all that's left from when I got hit with a sledghammer and nearly went out.

Denise: And some *utterly unprintable* burned half my face off. And then he *details stuff done to Serenity*. So you keep your *beep* mouth shut about Showtime.

Ordnance: *has stopped trying to order beer and is looking shocked and sick*

Orville: *singing quietly to himself as he watches the screaming incident on the floor*

Mira: ... *silent aside from the very faint rattle of winglets*

Ordnance: *will now gently bearhug his girl*

Orville: *winces as a swat from his lets him know that he better not even try it*

Mira: *going to hide her face against her fat guy, trembling a bit from a combination of upset and the lingering shakiness that's stuck around even after she's been able to be up and about*

Ordnance: *cuddle. Love. Love. ... Burp*

Mira: *wibbly snerk*

Archiva: *softly* Are you ready to order?

Denise: *startles and educates Mira*

Ordnance: *awed sound at that cussing*

Mira: *startled cling to Ordnance*

Orville: Three mega steins of sage 'n barley beer and one eat it and it's free steak.

Archiva: Alright. *looks down as a clunk sounds* Oh dear. Are you hurt, Scattershot?

divaShot: *bibbly sound as he gives himself a shake* I'm alright

Mal: *muffled* Get off me, you leadaft.

divaShot: *acks and scrabbles to his feet*

Mal: *vituperates, and then eeks as Archiva picks her and her husband up*

Mira: *quiet clicks*

Archiva: *to the peeps on the table* I'll be right back with the beer. The steak will take a little while.

Denise: Whatever. *reaches over to poke Mira*

Mira: *absent sound*

Denise: Suck it up.

Mira: *quietly* People suck.

Denise: *as Archiva leaves* Nope.

Mira: Yes, they do... Stupid gangers...

Archiva: *back and sets down three beers*

Denise: I used to believe that *bleep*, but then... *cocks head* Did you just peep?

Mira: ...My pet did.

Denise: *cocks her head* I don't hear any pet. Just the peep.

Mira: *moves a bit. Will reach down and open a panel in her torso and extract her pet*

Belinda: *peep?*

Denise: *slight start as the sound comes more clearly*

Orville: *brows up* Was she in your guts?

Mira: Yeah... She's a glimmersprite.

Denise: *frowns and slips her shades back on* What the *beepword*'s a glimmersprite?

Mira: Fuzzy little dinosaur from another planet.

Belinda: *peeps*

Denise: ...What's a dinosaur?

Ordnance: *gives her a surprised and quizzical look over his stein*

Mira: Type'a lizard... On the Earth Lardo 'n I're from, they died out....

Denise: *surprised lifting of scarred and hairless eyebrows* You're from Earth?

Mira: I grew up there, so yeah...

Denise: ...Weird.

Ordnance: Why, you think only humans like you come from Earth?

Denise: *soft snort of amusement* I've never set foot on Earth.

Mira: ... Huh.

Belinda: *asking peeps*

Ordnance: *frowning* Where're you from, then?

Orville: Cybertron. *grin*

Mira: ... *bleep*

Ordnance: ...So how did humans get to Cybertron?

Orville: *has a drink of beer and sets it down* We've always been there. No bots in our reality other than the animals.

Mira: ...Weird. *will try and put Belinda back in the pocket*

Belinda: *much peep! Worried fuzzy! Her host's inside sounds strange*

Denise: *frown* What're you doing?

Mira: Tryin' ta put Belinda back in 'er home...

Archiva: *back* Your meal got upgraded, because Denise finished the steak last time. You can all have some. *sets down a dinoturducken*

Ordnance: *NOT writing it!*

Mira: *unprintable*

Orville: Daaang! :D

Denise: *sniff sniff* Smells good.

Belinda: *peep! Beg!*

Orville: *pushes his beer aside* Oldest guy serves the bird.

Ordnance: I'm sixty!

Orville: Okay. I serve.

Ordnance: Wait. What?

Mira: ... How old are you?

Orville: Hundred 'n ninety.

Ordnance: Bull*poop*.

Mira: ... *much frown and winglet flick as she thinks on this*

Orville: No *poop*. *grabs the knife* You wanna slice or a dino leg?

Denise: What's the stuffing?

Orville: *cuts to look* Oooo. Smells like meal paste 'n eggs mixed with that sausage stuff 'n some liver paste.

Denise: *finds a plate and offers it*

Belinda: *much peep and beg!*

Ordnance: *trying to get a plate from the pile, but Denise has got her elbow on it* *grumble rumble grouse*

Mira: *reaching for some of the meat*

Orville: *pulls a small roasted crab out of the stuffing and offers it to Mira* Desi, let 'im have a plate.

Denise: *snorts and moves her elbow*

Mira: *small nod of thanks, will grab the crab and work on feeding the crab to Belinda after breaking it in half so the glimmersprite can eat it easily*

Belinda: *peeping and making cute in between bites*

Orville: *big slice of nom for his lady. HUGE slice*

Denise: *pokes it a bit, then finds the eating tweezers and starts her usual starving wolf impersonation*

Orville: *to Mira* How about you?

Mira: Little 'f each...

Belinda: *more begging*

Orville: Slice. Got it. *slices, and makes sure there's a tiny heap of the little crabs on the side of the plate*

Ordnance: *grabs a whole dino leg* :D

Orville: *slaps him on the head*

Ordnance: *BLEEEP!*

Mira: *soft snort*

Denise: Serves you right. *smirk*

Mira: Quit abusin' my lardo.

Ordnance: That's just mean.

Orville: Your lardo needs to shape up.

Denise: *snorts and pokes him in the belly*

Orville: *wordless bellow* That ain't what I meant!

Mira: *snort* Whatever. *attention on feeding Belinda. Is doing her best not to let her hands shake*

Ordnance: *notices that and stops offering to hit his alternate with the leg. Softly* Here, babe, I'll do that. You eat.

Mira: *quiet grump, then sighs softly and nods* Yeah...

Denise: *hears that, and her bad tempered look fades* So where're you from on Earth?

Mira: I'm from New York. My parents're from Italy... *cutting some of the meat up and taking a bite*

Denise: What country's New York in? And Italy? *kicks her husband as she hears him and Ordnance sissy slapping at each other* Grow up, fat*aft*.

Mira: New York's in the United States... Italy's a country on its own.

Denise: Oh. *wolfs food for a moment that's broken by her finishing the kick battle that Ordnance and Orville had started*

Ordnance: Owwww. *bleep!* *holding his ankle*

Mira: *nomphs a few bites, then feeds Belinda one of the cut up pieces of meat*

Belinda: *happy peeps. Will begin grooming herself once she's had enough to eat*

Denise: *reaches toward the peeps with the hand that she's not eating with*

Belinda: *sniffs the outstretched hand, inspecting it for any additional noms*

Denise: *feels the searching nature of the sniffs and quickly puts a piece of egg from the stuffing into the sniffed hand*

Belinda: *sits pretty and daintily eats the offered nom*

Ordnance and Orville: *in unison* D'awwww! *pause and frown at each other. Start making silent death threats*

Mira: Belinda'll eat pretty much anything meat or meat-like from hands... *snorts at Ordnance and Orville*

Denise: *fingers gently checking to see if the little animal will allow inspection* Just from hands? *alerted by the snort and a suspicious silence* *kicks the men again*

Ordnance: *bellows and pouts* That's mean!

Orville: *wince wince wince* C'mon, Desi...

Belinda: *nuzzles the nice hands, peeping softly and happily*

Mira: She used ta live inside a bigger critter... *blinks a bit, trying to reset her optics*

Ordnance: *pout all gone* Mira? You okay?

Denise: *lifts her head, scowling with concern*

Orville: *looks over at the cybernetic girl, also showing concern*

Mira: Jes' tired 's all.

Orville: You look like you need a rest.

Denise: *hand absently on Belinda* You had enough ta eat?

Mira: 'M good.

Belinda: *stropping and peeping happily*

Orville: *pushes Mira's beer closer to her*

Ordnance: *studying Mira to see if he needs to bring her home*

Mira: *wants to snuggle against her fat guy*

Ordnance: *gently* You want yer beer?

Mira: Sure. *slow winglet flick*

Orville: *pushes it yet a little closer*

Mira: *finally notices the beer, small nod* *soft, surprised sound at the flavor of the beer*

Ordnance: *grins* They call it a gruit beer. No hops.

Orville: Yum. *chug*

Denise: *soft snort and offers more food to Belinda*

Belinda: *not really interested in noms now, will strop and peep happily, though*

Denise: *gentle hand cuddle for the little thing*

Mira: *leaning back a bit to drain her stein*

Orville: *puts down his stein and burps at the same time that Mira does*

Belinda: *hidin' critter!*

Denise: *bleep*heads. *snort*

Mira: Says you.

Ordnance: *laughing and wiping his nose, because he was drinking when he started laughing*

Denise: *more snort, but then lifts a hand and asks for a big takeout container* Meal's on us.

Mira: *headshake* We don't have room fer a lot'a food. We've gotta tiny drawer fridge.

Orville: *quizzical look* What's a fridge?

Denise: *scowling again* Well how much can you take? *wants to give a present, darn it!*

Ordnance: *blankly* You don't know what a fridge is.

Mira: *absent hum as she tries to remember the state of the fridge at home*

Orville: *perks* I know what ta do. *looks up as Archiva comes over and asks to rent a stasis box and a subspace box for four days* *also tells what size he wants*

Mira: *confused* Stasis box?

Orville: *as Archiva goes to get the things* Yeah. It keeps food from goin' bad.

Ordnance: By keepin' it cold? That's a fridge.

Orville: It doesn't make it cold. It just keeps it good.

Mira: ... How the *beep* does it work?

Orville: *beep*it, Jim. I'm a soldier, not an engineer!

Denise: *snorts at him*

Ordnance: *also just snorted, only with amusement*

Mira: ... Okay then. *will rub at one of her optics and grump*

Ordnance: *expression says that he's pondering how this stasis box thing could work*

Orville: *when Archiva gets back and gives him the matching boxes* Fatso here's responsible for the damage deposit.

Ordnance: Awwww.

Mira: *soft snort*

Belinda: *little wiggle. Wants to go home now, plz*

Denise: *listens for Mira, and then offers her handful of tiny lizard. Butt first*

Mira: *snerk, will reach for Belinda and click to the glimmersprite softly before tucking her back behind plating* *quietly, to Denise* You got any pets?

Denise: *snort* I got the fat*aft*.

Mira: *snort* That doesn't count.

Denise: *listens to the filling of a stasis box with dinoturducken* There's a stupid fish that'll eat out of our hands. Why the *beep* don't you have more food storage space? Somebody said there was room for stuff on Earth.

Mira: They didn't take Microns 'n their love'a small spaces int' account. Lardo 'n I live in an apartment that's ninety nine square feet.

Denise: ...That's bigger than the ones you get in Iacon.

Mira: ...How many people live in Iacon? *looks intrigued by the idea of an apartment even smaller than the one she and Ordnance have*

Denise: They don't know. It's too hard to get to some of the levels. Last estimate was eight billion.

Mira: ... *quietly unprintable*

Denise: Of course that's the working stiffs. Outlayers have more space because nobody wants to be out where there's nowhere to make a living. And tower toffs... *shrug* They're not even on the planet surface, so they don't count.

Mira: ... *more unprintable that gets muffled by a fist coming up to cover her yawn*

Denise: *scowls and slaps at her husband with the back of her hand*

Orville: *cheerfully, as he hands the package to Ordnance* All ready, Desi.

Ordnance: *hangs box on his shoulder by the strap, his attention going to his girlfriend* You wanna go, babe?

Mira: *quietly* Yeah... *winglets have started to droop. She's pooped*

Ordnance: *looks to his alternate and Denise* *gruffly* Thanks, guys.

Orville: Get your girl to bed before I kick your *aft*.

Ordnance: *grins and pushes his chair back, then goes over to lift Mira* You 'n whose army?

Denise: Don't make me *creative threat*.

Mira: *snuggles against Ordnance and shutters her optics* *mutters something about sticks and butts*

Ordnance: *snerks and teleports on home*


((Co-written with random_xtras))