Nexus. Blanket Factory. A Box of Blankets.

[dens_extra_pups]

Mabyn: *leans forward from her perch on the newly installed antique wooden file cabinet as her boss goes past in full angry rant* Boss! Oi, boss!

Denpup: *made the mistake of going back to her reality of origin to get something from her parents. Her sibling decided to comment on something that wasn't his business just to try and get a rise out of her. He succeeded, so she's in a pretty foul mood* *tersely* What?

Mabyn: *sniffs* Yer beepin'.

Denpup: ... *beep*. *blink blink, snerk* *more beeps!*

Bumblebee: *pauses to look at her* *looks at Mabyn* ...You mean that cold she had wasn't a cold?

Mabyn: Nope. *slight frown* She had th' censored virus.

Bumblebee: *looks down at his boss with big eyes*

Denpup: *cackles and beeps. She's too amused to be angry anymore, at least*

Bumblebee: *eyes get even wider* How did we not notice that she's been beeping for nearly a week?

Mabyn: *attention returning to her knitting. Shrug* It wasn' 'urtin' anybody.

Denpup: *more cackle, goes off to find Dennis, and to call her husband and tell him*

Bumblebee: *watches her leave, and then goes to tell Prowl*

Mabyn: *knit knit knit. Pause and look up. Draw back with an uneasy frown* 'Ey, Wake. The order's ready. Go bug th' idiotboy.

WakeJumper: *chuckles* No points if I manage to sneak up on him, right?

Mabyn: *attention going back to the lace that she's making for the new Legacy* Ye used 'em all up.

WakeJumper: *chuckles and goes to see if he can't scare 'Bee again*

Bumblebee: *intently trying to program his language track to beep out cuss words! Has forgotten that he doesn't cuss*

Prowl: *saw WakeJumper approaching, and moved to begin packing blankets in the subspace tote for the medic*

Bumblebee: *finishes his attempt* Okay, now I gotta think of a word to tryin' say! :D *think* *blank* D:

WakeJumper: *stomps his foot on the ground to make a loud sound* BOOOGA BOOGA BOOGA!

Bumblebee: YEEEEEEEEEEEEE!*gone*

WakeJumper: *laughing muchly now. He knows 'Bee will try and zap him later, but he doesn't care*

Prowl: *calmly* He missed an opportunity to test his filter.

WakeJumper: ... Filter?

Tocelyn: *from where she's sitting and mending a run in a blanket* Yes. He was trying to make himself sound like he'd caught the censored virus.

WakeJumper: ... I'm not even going to ask. *amused*

Tocelyn: Haven't you heard Den, then?

WakeJumper: That's not what I'm not asking about. *grin*

Tocelyn: Then what are you not asking about? *attention back to her work*

Prowl: *folding blankets and packaging them neatly as he smirks*

WakeJumper: Nothing, apparently. *more grin*

Tocelyn: *snort* I thought so. Your blankets are ready, once I've mended this one. *stands to brace her feet against the blanket and pull hard with both hands to draw up what she's mended thus far*

Prowl: Need a hand?

Tocelyn: *tug tug* Get bent.

Prowl: *back to his folding* Very well.

WakeJumper: Den must've been pretty glad to have someone who's willing to mend the blankets that need it.

Tocelyn: *tug tug* Yes. I actually learnt one or two new words.

WakeJumper: *amused snort* I can just imagine.

Tocelyn: *tug tug. Snerk*

Prowl: Don't repeat it.

Tocelyn: *snort* I've better things to do at the moment.

WakeJumper: *laughs*

Prowl: *last blanket folded neatly into the tote, and then puts a foot on the bench it's standing on and leans his elbow on his knee as he watches the tiny mender with amusement*

WakeJumper: Aside from the censor virus, what else is new?

Prowl: Dustfinger's youngest daughter set him on fire yesterday.

WakeJumper: *SNERK*

Prowl: Roxanne did say that she didn't think Brianna had enough control to learn Dragonbreath yet.

Tocelyn: *snorts as she ties off the mend. Then starts walking over the rest of the blanket to see if anything else needs re-enforcement*

WakeJumper: I... am just glad that my kid doesn't have fire-based abilities.

Tocelyn: That hasn't stopped Bumblebee from being a bloody little pyro at times.

Prowl: *soft groan and hides his face*

WakeJumper: Bumblebee has nothing on Ironhide.

Tocelyn: ...Has she been tossing cocktails out in the desert again?

Prowl: *shakes his head without uncovering his face*

WakeJumper: It wouldn't have been so bad if it was just her. But then she dragged her brother out with her one day, and he thought it was great fun.

Tocelyn: *merry chortle* Wait till they propose it as a sport at the monthly meeting.

WakeJumper: ... Oh no.

Tocelyn: Did you see Blackout's latest charity show? *hops off the blanket and dusts her hands* All done.

WakeJumper: *distracted from apprehension* No... What was it?

Tocelyn: Tsk. No spoilers. You think I'd forget after how you whined at me that time?

Prowl: *starts folding the mended blanket, his expression amused*

WakeJumper: Thrrrpt. I just want to know if I need to not tell the local Ironhides about it or if I can share it with everyone.

Prowl: The Ironhides have all bought their copies. *and never told WakeJumper about it...*

WakeJumper: ...

Prowl: What is it that Tocelyn spoiled for you? *packs away the last blanket*

WakeJumper: The identity of the guy they were tracking in the first story arc. It was Gnome Batman.

Prowl: *looks up at WakeJumper curiously as he puts the top on the tote* The first story arc of what?

WakeJumper: 'Brave Warrior Princess with Unicorn'.

Prowl: ...Never heard of it.

Tocelyn: *goes nancing off like she's riding a horse*

WakeJumper: Ask the human-sized lady Ratchet who comes to the Nexus sometimes about it.

Prowl: Hmmm. I don't watch television anyway. Here are your blankets.

WakeJumper: *moves to grab the tote* If you show it to 'Bee, I bet it'd keep him quiet for hours.

Tocelyn: *from over by the door, where she's tweaking Vneaht's whiskers* Not likely. You actually have to use your brain to enjoy that one.

WakeJumper: ...That doesn't explain why that one alt of my son likes it.

Tocelyn and Vneaht: *both pause and stare up at WakeJumper*

Tocelyn: ...Which one?

WakeJumper: The furry one.

Tocelyn: *laughter* Oh him. I'm not surprised. Have you ever seen 'Watch out! Bots!'?

WakeJumper: No... Is it any good?

Tocelyn: Humans in funny hats playing Transformers. The boy who plays Jazz is the unicorn.

WakeJumper: Huh. I'll have to find files.

Tocelyn: The first three seasons have been released on disk. *bap Vneaht for bapping her*

Vneaht: *blinks, then bap baps some more* *sign over his head* "KITTY TOY BOOK!" *he's very loyal to his fandom*

WakeJumper: ... Right. *will go to pay for the blankets*

Denpup: *in her office now. Is currently giggling and beeping, which makes her giggle even more*

WakeJumper: *considers playing the clip he has of Optimus' airhorn. Decides against it*

Denpup: *cackles muchly as one of the characters on the episode of 'Watch out! Bots!' that she's watching suddenly furpoofs because the Bots threw a surprise birthday party for her, and she wasn't expecting anyone to be in the room*

Sephy: *snorts as he passes the door, then calls softly to a tiny brown thing that just flew up from his shoulder*

WakeJumper: *attention going to Sephy, curious about the tiny thing*

Sephy: Tiger Eye, come back to your pocket. Is something wrong?

WakeJumper: Cute pet.

Sephy: *startles at the voice, and at the sudden eek that his boss just did in response to it, then looks up warily* Thank you. His name is Tiger Eye.

pet: *lands on Sephy's shoulder, then rears and flutters little wings*

WakeJumper: *curious* What type of creature is he?

Sephy: He's a gemstone pet. A rare form. *scolding sound as he picks the little thing up*

WakeJumper: Huh. *small nod*

Sephy: *holds pet up for introduction* Showtime thought that I should try nurturing something that won't attempt to kick my head... off? *looks at Den recovered from eek and now in full beep rant as she barges out of her office. Gets out of Dodge!*

WakeJumper: ... Den, I still need to pay for the blankets.

Denpup: *annoyed huff at having her beep rant interrupted, will go get the book to fill out the receipt for the order*

Tocelyn: *hops off Vneaht's back and scoots into the cubical* Den, they've done it!

Denupup: Bhuh?

Tocelyn: *incredulous look* The multiversal battle tournament. They've filled all the entry slots!

Denpup: Oooooh! *much scrambling to get the stuff so WakeJumper can pay for stuff*

WakeJumper: About time. *has been looking at the posters around town and getting the hospital ready*

Tocelyn: *snorts and scrambles up the kitty who is stretched long to look up onto Den's desk* They had to cover a lot of ground.

Vneaht: *sign over head* "Lots and lots and lots of lookings."

WakeJumper: There's probably a few Ironhides participating. *chuckles and moves to transfer funds to the credit chit Denpup holds out to him*

Tocelyn: Only two. *up on the desktop and sits cross-legged on the corner of the receipt book*

Denpup: Which two? *searching for her favorite pen to write the transaction in the receipt book*

Tocelyn: One of ours and another guy. *reaches over and pulls a big blue ostrich feather close so that she can comb the fluff with her fingers*

Denpup: Probably Mama'Hide. *will reach for her pen*

Tocelyn: It isn't. It's Mira's papa. *scowls as the nice fluff is taken away* I was using that.

Denpup: Ah. *quickly filling out the receipt, will offer the pen back*

Tocelyn: *soft trill of laughter as she's covered with the feather*

Vneaht: "Kitty rooting for this one and this one and this one." *shows an image of the ancient Lumen and his sister, and of a scarred orange and black hulk with a single bright yellow optic*

Tocelyn: *stares at that last image, and then looks up at WakeJumper. Back to the image* ...

WakeJumper: ... Huh. So there's a me who's an old clunker, too.

Vneaht: "Not as old as Lulu 'n Patchy, but been more places. Wanderer."

WakeJumper: What reality was he from?

Vneaht: *looks up at him very seriously* "Ask him." *kitty GONE*

Tocelyn: ...

WakeJumper: ... *looks up, just in case*

Denpup: ...Think he knew Lulu when the old coot was little?

Tocelyn: If Furball won't talk he must be someone we know. *turns her puzzled frown toward Den* But hasn't Lulu's father made some ghostly visits at one time or other? Or was that someone else?

WakeJumper: That was someone else. From that one Starscream's reality.

Denpup: What the dork said.

Tocelyn: *expression turns to quiet concern* Then at one point in the time-line that man could have been you.

WakeJumper: ... It's possible he could be from the split timeline.

Ratchet: *ping*

WakeJumper: //Yes, Ratchet?//

Ratchet: *sounds grumpy from pain-induced weariness* //She's chiropracting Ironhide again.// *that's NICKLE he's talking about*

WakeJumper: //... *sigh* I'll be right there.// *to Tocelyn and Denpup* See ya. *PINpoints out to go avert mayhem*

((Written with random_xtras))