bv and hsv. Home Plaza and Autobot Base. Beginnings of Peace

[dens_extra_pups]

((OOC: Warning. There is a reference to the hot place down below in this log.))



Mistfire: *standing on the edge of the plaza and looking down into mist and jungle as her mind runs over many things. She's thinking about their trip to this world. The landing here on the plaza where Lady Commander's home complex also stands was a festive occasion, with people from other cities coming to greet the citizens of this new one. Crosshairs had had a classic Decepticon wedding while under the influence of the welcoming party treats. Mira had adopted a little newborn human with soft green fur, much to Ordnance's horror, amazement, and amusement. And the visiting Flashpoint and her family had gone back to their own home. Life in Fortress Maximus has quickly settled into a peaceful cycle. Mistfire isn't sure how she feels about the quiet and security* *frowns slightly as she considers this, and then looks up at her husband* Whaddya think, oldbot?

Ratchet: *quietly* It's too quiet.

Mistfire: *looks over her shoulder at the minor riot involving a native elephant, two Dinobots, and a drunk Grumbler. Looks back to husband* ...Quiet?

Ratchet: *watching the chaos with a bit of sadness in his optics* *softly* Ironhide would've been joining them shortly after he realized there was a riot going on...

Mistfire: *watches Drift dive in and fly out twice as quickly* Somethin' like that?

Ratchet: *very soft snort* Drift wouldn't be the only one going flying.

Drift: *second try!* DEATH FROM ABOVE!

Dive Bomb: *PUNT*

Mistfire: *watches that graceful arc in the air*

Ratchet: ... *watches Drift's trip, isn't really paying attention any more*

Mistfire: *gives him a troubled frown. Doesn't pay attention herself as a red Mac dives at the riot and is scrimmed out so that he skips across the plaza like a stone across water* Doc?

Ratchet: *another quiet sigh, shutters his optics as he looks away from the cheerful chaos*

Mistfire: *reaches up to hook her fingers over the narrow purple silicon band that encircles his neck* *low and insistent* Talk to me, oldbot.

Drift: *hurtles overhead and over the edge of the plaza* OH *******! THIS IS GONNA HUUUURRRRT!

Mistfire: *gaze remains on her husband's face*

Ratchet: *intakes hitch quietly*

Mistfire: *gentle tug on the collar* *doesn't turn toward Sharpshot's banshee scream of glee* Talk to me, Doc.

Ratchet: *another hitch of his intakes* I miss Ironhide.

Mistfire: *curls her fingers more around the collar* So go get 'im.

Drift: *somewhere down below, as the Mak twins use him for a toss ball* WaNT oOf thE RIDE!

Ratchet: *sadly* I don't have the means to bring Ironhide home.

Mistfire: *slight frown and an absent, gentle tug on the collar* Y'mean the addy?

Ratchet: I mean the teleportation device...

Mistfire: *takes a bronze disk out of a pocket and turns it so that the translucent blue gem is uppermost* This?

Ratchet: *startled squawk as he sees the disk*

Mistfire: *little smirk* Flash left it with me.

Ratchet: *intakes hitch again*

Mistfire: *presses the disk into his hand, then pulls out a folded sheet of paper and tucks it beside the disk*

Ratchet: ... What is that? *indicates the paper*

Mistfire: *still leaning close to him and holding the collar* Look 'n see.

Ratchet: *will do so, and then make another startled sound* *the photo is very recent. Flashpoint sent it by Nexus Mail. Ironhide is standing next to lbHide after the Thetacon won his starting match of the Multiversal tournament. lbHide is holding Nova and lbMira as they cut grins at the photo taker*

Mistfire: *quietly* Nothin' holdin' ya back. *doesn't turn toward a fiery fireball of FOOM that is followed by bellows and catcalls*

Ratchet: *sigh* Ordnance let off exhaust and ignited it again, didn't he?

Mistfire: *slight smirk as she continues to look up at him* 'Shot lit it.

Ratchet: ... *facepalm*

Mistfire: *lets go the collar and gently pushes on him as Drift's screaming passes back the other way far overhead* Go bring 'im home.

Ratchet: *small nod* *will activate the teleporter*


helter skelter 'verse


Shareeka Epps: C'MON, Legacy, you're gonna love this. Just get in the car!

Legacy Lancaster: *holding onto the handle on her service dog's harness and looking very uncertain* I don't know...

Missy: *watching you, Shareeka, and doing the funny headtilt that some dogs do even when they're fully grown*

Shareeka: Shaniqua 'n Sheleeka are already there, 'n you know Sheshe doesn't let us get away with anythin'.

Legacy: *still hesitating* Would I be able to bring Missy, or are people there going to throw a fit about her, like that one lady at school keeps doing?

Shareeka: *folds her arms across her chest and tips her head slightly to one side* Mikky 'n your stupid brother have their mutts out there all the time.

Legacy: *and now she's frowning* Miles isn't stupid.

Shareeka: He is today.

Legacy: ... He didn't.

Shareeka: You wanna bet?

Legacy: Okay, today, Miles is stupid.

Shareeka: *grins and turns toward her car* We've got your favourite food, too.

Legacy: *sighs and grabs her 'going out' bag, then she and Missy are following Shareeka*

Shareeka: I can't remember, does that vest have the seatbelt clip on it?

Legacy: Yeah.

Shareeka: *opens the passenger side door, then flips the seat forward* Okay, it's all ready for her.

Legacy: Missy, in.

Missy: *Car ride!!! Will climb into the back seat and sit pretty*

Shareeka: *gently pokes her friend aside and then sticks her upper body into the car to hook Missy's harness to the seatbelt*

Missy: *tail thumping the seat now*

Shareeka: There we go. Look at this. *reaches past the mastiff to grab a long plush crocodile full of squeakers and then hold it in front of Missy* What do you think of this?

Missy: *more tail thump!*

Shareeka: Do you want it? *wiggles the toy slightly*

Missy: *will try and grab the toy nicely*

Shareeka: *gives dolly* There ya go, girl.

Legacy: What did you give her? *curious*

Shareeka: A new dolly. *which is going to make Missy want to stay put for a few hours as she gets to know the new friend*

Legacy: *soft snerk* Do you have someone to haul her back into the car when it's time to come home?

Shareeka: *out of the car and fixes the seat, then offers Legacy a helping hand to get in*

Legacy: ... *as she reaches for Shareeka's hand* You didn't answer my question.

Shareeka: *gently tucks Legacy into the passenger seat and then closes the door before scooting around and getting in on the driver side* *as she starts the Tercel's engine* We won't need to worry about it.

Legacy: ... *giving you a puzzled look now, Shareeka*

Shareeka: *pulls the car out of the parking lot* Do your seatbelt up.

Legacy: *frowning and doing as instructed*

Shareeka: *pulls neatly into traffic* You're gonna stay over a few days.

Legacy: *surprised by that* ...Oh.

Shareeka: We bought all the stuff you'll need. You're gonna have a lot of fun.

Legacy: ... Alright. *not entirely convinced, but she'll do her best to have fun*


meanwhile


Clarion: *sitting by a sedated Starscream and watching as her husband examines an excitedly chatting Backwing* What was Star screamin' for?

Ratchet: *a bit grossed out currently* Backwing ate part of a tarantula.

Backwing: Eat? Nomma nom nom nom! *laughs and chirps*

Ophi: No. Not nom nom. *leaning against her sister with a hand on Starscream's side*

Springer: *from where he's sitting and waiting for a physical* At least it wasn't accidental bug.

Hot Rod: No kidding. *has seen humans on base sputtering after accidental bug*

Panacea: *looks up from her anatomy test with a scowl* So you think eating a tarantula's no big deal?

Hot Rod: It's not like accidental bug.

Panacea: *flashes into action, and the next thing Hot Rod will know is laying on the floor with something struggling all the way down from his throat to his tank*

Hot Rod: *PANIC! Flails, howling and gagging*

Ratchet: 0_0

Springer: Seriously. Accidentally eating a bug is worse.

Clarion: *hides her eyes*

Panacea: *knocks Springer down and gives him the same prescription that she just gave his urking friend*

Clarion: Hoo boy. She did it, didn' she?

Ratchet: *sounds a bit queasy now* Yes, she did.

Springer: *flailing and horking!*

Ophi: *without looking* You deserved that.

Buster: *happy chirp. Backwing was right, this is nommy! Chew chew chew*

Ratchet: ... *looks to Buster*

Buster: *chew chew chew!* :)

Ratchet: Augh!

Clarion: What? *takes her hands away from her eyes and looks up at him*

Ratchet: Buster ate the rest of the tarantula! *so much 'ick!'* *so DONE with today!*

Clarion: *grabs her son and sticks her finger in his mouth to go fishing*


conference room


Optimus: *suddenly sits bolt upright during the Vice President's dissertation on the pros of limited tourist access to the base* What the hell, Optimus?

VP, live TV cameraman, and Liaison Keller: *all staring at him with their mouths open*

Optimus: Er... my twin brother just fell off a cliff. *looks at the expressions, and then facepalms*


Mikaela's apartment


Shareeka: *pauses on the threshold with her hand on Legacy's shoulder and gapes at the TV* Did Optimus just say...

Mikaela: *standing with a plate of sliced cheese in her hands* Yup.

Legacy: ... o.o

Mikaela: *shakes her head, and then looks at the plate in her hands* Um. Miles says you like cheese?

Shareeka: Yup. She's cheesy. *eyes glued to the TV as she walks over toward the couch*

Sheleeka: *comes in through the patio door* Miles says he's enjoyin' the breeze. *wry humour on her face till she spots Legacy, then she's hurrying over to offer a gentle hug to the tiny blonde*

Legacy: *accepts the offered hug*

Missy: *tail going a mile a minute*

Sheleeka: How was traffic?

Shareeka: *from the couch* We couldn't hear the cussing for the squeaking.

Mikaela: *snerk* The campground'll get away if they don't hurry.

Sheleeka: What squeaking?

Legacy: Shareeka gave Missy a new toy.

Sheleeka: *looks down at the mastiff and sees the green thing hanging in the big jaws* What the heck is that?

Legacy: A squeaky gator.

Sheleeka: ... Isn't she kind of big for plushies?

Legacy: Not really. Giving her a new one keeps her quiet for hours while she gets to know it... It's good for long car trips, because then she's not worrying about me.

Sheleeka: And then how long till she rips it up?

Legacy: Never.

Sheleeka: *surprised* Really?

Shareeka: She won't let Mason rip 'em up either.

Legacy: She's got a pile of plushies in her bed, and she'll carry them around during the day when we're at home.

Mikaela: *grins* It's the same strong protective and mothering instinct that makes her good for her job. *to Legacy* Do you want to see where you'll sleep first? Or sit awhile with the TV and snacks?

Legacy: Let's go see where I'll be sleeping.

Sheleeka: Okay. I'll show you. No, don't take your shoes off.

Legacy: ... *raised brow*

Sheleeka: It's next door, c'mon.

Legacy: Alright. *will move to follow Sheleeka*

Missy: *coming with you, Sissy!*

Sheleeka: *offers Legacy an arm*

Legacy: *will accept the offered arm, will also get Missy's harness in her free hand*

Sheleeka: *leads her small friend over to the apartment next door, which is one of the easy mobility suites. Opens the door, and then steps aside so Legacy can go in first*

Legacy: *will enter the apartment and look around*

Missy: *curious head tilt*

apartment: *bright and cheery. Also furnished with Legacy's furniture that she had to put into storage because her little studio granny suite came fully furnished*

Legacy: *surprised sound*

Chip: *looks in from the kitchen* Oh hi. You must be Legacy. I pulled the short straw, so you get the master bedroom. *grins and points to the elevator door on the south side of the living room*

Legacy: Ah... Okay... *a bit surprised*

Missy: *oh, is another peep!*

Sheleeka: *slight sigh* So yeah. You've been kidnapped. It was Miles' idea.

Legacy: ... My brother is a dork.

Sheleeka: Yup. The dork says he'll go get the rest of your stuff tomorrow. *over to the elevator and presses the button to open the door*

Legacy: ... This is more than just a weekend visit, isn't it? *follows Sheleeka into the elevator and then out into the sunny upstairs hall*

Sheleeka: *guides her into the big and equally sunny master bedroom* Yup. Wheeljack and Solar Flare built your bed. *walks over to the piece of furniture in question, which is low and covered with an afghan that Legacy "lost" a few days before*

Legacy: *brow up* ... Let me guess. Miles had a hand in my blanket going missing?

Sheleeka: That was my sister. *presses a button and watches the head of the bed raise*

Legacy: ... *soft 'heh'. Can tell she'll sleep a bit easier now, since she won't be fighting with pillows to be able to get to a comfortable position that will allow her to breathe easily at night*

Sheleeka: You won't have to climb to get up on this one. And look at the storage.

Legacy: *impressed sound. This is a lot better than the closet with a rail that she had back at her apartment in town*

Sheleeka: Chip's pretty quiet, and her boyfriend's pretty nice.

Raoul: *leaning in the doorway* Thanks.

Sheleeka: *massive startle, but manages not to squeal*

Legacy: *startles badly*

Missy: *supporting her Lady*

Raoul: *concerned scowl as he comes over and offers a helping hand to the petite blonde* *gruffly* Sorry, kid. You alright?

Legacy: *doing her best to calm down so she doesn't have to use her rescue inhaler so soon* *small nod*

Raoul: *quietly* Hi, I'm Raoul. ...You need a hug or anythin'?

Legacy: *small nod*

Annabelle: *pokes him from behind* Go on, doofus. I have to put her pet plant by the window.

Raoul: *snorts at her softly, then walks toward Legacy, his arms held out in offer of the hug*

Legacy: *still a bit shaky, but will hug Raoul*

Missy: *worried doggy*

Raoul: *very warm and gentle hug. And a little huggy sound comes with it*

Legacy: *very soft snerk at the huggy sound*

Annabelle: You want the plant up here, or down in the living room?

Legacy: *blinks and looks to see who spoke*

Annabelle: *grins at her, and then points to the mint plant, which is now in a larger pot and sporting a "hair" cut*

Legacy: Up here is fine...

Annabelle: *pulls the wheeled pot into the room and then parks it by the window* It's got a solar powered doohicky in it that'll make it turn itself. Oh, and Chip stuck a scented geranium in with it.

Raoul: *soft snort and a grin at mention of his girlfriend*

Legacy: ... What scent?

Annabelle: Chocolate mint. It'll get huge and furry. Like her. *points to Missy*

Missy: *headtilt. You wants dog?*

Raoul: *steps away from Legacy slightly, though he offers her his arm. Looks down and grins at Missy* Gator eatin' monster. Heh.

Missy: *tail wag is a go*

Legacy: Gator-toting fur monster. *amused smile as she accepts the offered arm* She doesn't eat plushies.

Raoul: The babies're gonna love her. *looks at Legacy* Wanna go see the new plant?

Legacy: Sure.

Raoul: *will bring her over there to see the leggy, fuzzy plant that's parked in one side of the big deep pot*

Legacy: *will reach to gently touch the geranium's leaves*

Raoul: Wow, it scented the whole kitchen 'n now it's startin' over up here. *chuckle*

Legacy: Wow. Wasn't expecting it to be softer than Missy was as a puppy...

Raoul: *chuckles again* I know a lady with one of these that carries the leaves around 'n cuddles 'em.

Annabelle: There are some leaves downstairs. Chip had to break them off when she was moving it.

Sheleeka: *looks up from fussing at Legacy's bed* You feel like cheese, Legacy?

Legacy: Cheese sounds good.

Raoul: *helps her to her feet so that they can head downstairs*


Cybertronian housing courtyard


Ratchet: *trying to walk off urkiness. Is soothed by Clarion's peaceful sleeping feelings, but still dizzy every time he thinks of Cragbuster's snack*

bvRatchet: *a bit queasy from the teleport. Is trying to get his bearings as he leans on a wall and circulates*

Ratchet: *turns with a frown toward the sound of teleportation, then walks over to investigate when his readings prove confusing* *frown deepens as he steps out of the courtyard and sees his twin leaning against the outer compound wall* May I help you?

bvRatchet: *startles and looks to see who spoke* ... Er...

Ratchet: *folds his arms over his chest* Are you lost?

bvRatchet: No... I don't believe I am...

Ratchet: *jerks a thumb toward his chest* As you can see, the resident Ratchet is already present. And you're not an alternate that I'm acquainted with.

bvRatchet: Then you're the one who helped save my brother.

Ratchet: *pauses and blinks* ...Denver had said you'd been returned.

bvRatchet: ... Denver? *no, he never heard the story*

Ratchet: Er. I mean Flashpoint. The red soldier who visited your reality.

bvRatchet: ... Never mind that... How is Ironhide?

Ratchet: *listens to the link that connects him with his brother* They're playing with the sparklets. Both of them are in optimum health considering their conditions.

bvRatchet: *can see how close the local Ironhide and his brother have gotten in this other him's optics. It makes his spark ache turn into a protective jealousy*

Ratchet: *sharply* ...And what is that face for?

bvRatchet: *quietly* I came to bring Ironhide and his family home.

Ratchet: *has had a very trying day. And now this stupid alternate is trying to rob his brother of the old soldier's best friend and constant companion* *abruptly* He's not ready to move.

bvRatchet: *surprised at the abruptness* Excuse me?

Ratchet: Ironhide needs my continuing medical attention. He's not ready to move.

bvRatchet: *narrows optics* Are you implying that I'm not qualified to take care of my own brother?

Ratchet: I'm saying that moving him, at his current state of health, would be injudicious.

bvRatchet: *scowl* I still need to assess that.

Ratchet: *mirrors the scowl* Are you implying that I'm not qualified to accurately diagnose Ironhide's medical condition?

bvRatchet: I'm implying that you're not the only qualified medic in existence, and that you don't know what is best for him! *in a MOOD now*

Ratchet: *upset from the day now finds an outlet in anger* May I remind you that this is my medical jurisdiction?? *steps toward his alternate, fists cocked*

bvRatchet: And Ironhide is my brother!

Ratchet: He's my patient!

bvRatchet: Why you! *beyond irked, will take a swing at you, other him!*

Ratchet: *Marcus of Queensberry rules!* *sidesteps the swing and then bounces back and aims an uppercut!*

bvRatchet: *recognizes those moves! Is going to put up a heck of a fight!*


conference room, several minutes later


Sunstreaker: *bursts into the meeting and then staggers back against the wall before sliding to the floor* Op... Optimus! The Ratchets're gonna kill each other! *curls around the dent in his mid-section and makes hurking sounds*

Optimus: *bounds to his feet and right over the table on his way out of the room*

live cameraman: *belatedly shuts off his camera. His mouth, however, is still hanging open*

Vice President Hopkins: ... Ratchets? As in more than one?

Keller: ... It certainly sounds that way, Ma'am.

Sunstreaker: *weak chuckle at the Vice President's response* Got... gotta remember that one.

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