bbnsverse. Autobot Base. New Allies Part 1

[dens_extra_pups]

ToSJazz: *wakes up with an urk sound and blinks blurredly into darkness, then groans and elbows whoever's laying with their back to his*

mvJazz: *groggy mumbling*

ToSJazz: *rolls onto his back, his confusion growing as he feels the soft surface beneath him shift and move slightly. Wrinkles his nose as he thinks he smells clean but old organic textiles, and then lifts his brows as he recognizes a detergent scent from whatever's covering him* Mrrph?

mvJazz: *yawns and stretches*

ToSJazz: *hand up and feels something like the scarf Jemma gave him for Christmas. Hand down and feels threadbare fabric and aged stuffing material* Huh?

mvJazz: *and then he's startling the rest of the way awake as he realizes it's not Irene and Stella he's snuggled against* Bwah?!

ToSJazz: ...Jazz? *sounds like he's been swallowing sandpaper*

mvJazz: *disoriented blinking* The heck?

ToSJazz: Where we at? *winces and groans softly as he holds in another urk sound* ...What'd we drink?

mvJazz: No idea... 'N no idea on the drinks either.

ToSJazz: *freezes as someone else moves and sighs*

mvJazz: *silent and still*

young voice: *explains sleepily in rhyme that they are in Wheelie's bed, under his nice new blanket*

ToSJazz: Whaaaaaaat?

mvJazz: *visor brightens with surprise*

Wheelie: *explains that they were asleep, so he brought them home so they could be comfortable. And then he pulls the blanket down*

ToSJazz: *blinks up at cool darkness broken only by the soft glint of what he recognizes as the cloudy or cracked eyes of toys*

mvJazz: *PINpoint out, checking coordinates* ... *quietly* Huh.

Wheelie: *sits up and leans over them to lift a curtain and tuck it up*

ToSJazz: *as he cautiously rolls over he notes that it isn't much brighter now* *hoarsely* Gonna hurl.

mvJazz: *meeps*

Desinex: *will reach under the blanket to tug you out from there, ToSJazz* I've got a bucket.

ToSJazz: *pitifully* Don't shake me!

Desinex: Here. *pokes a spicy-smelling root at ToSJazz's mouth* This was in with the rest of the food bins, and one of the things it said it was good for was queasiness.

ToSJazz: *flails* I've et enough strange stuff!

mvJazz: Smells like ginger.

ToSJazz: *pauses and looks back at the space he left, and sees that it's just a wide crack that opens in the wall down by the floor*

Desinex: ...What's ginger?

ToSJazz: *points to the crack* What kinda bedroom's that?

Desinex: It's safer than having an obvious sleeping space.

Wheelie: *pops his head out and sleepily explains that it's a safe place for a baby of normal size, but that they don't have any of those anymore. Then sniffs and looks curiously at Desinex*

ToSJazz: *looks like his best friend just died as he takes the ginger and gnaws on it*

Desinex: *will offer Wheelie the breakfast, which looks like it's a headless fish that's been stuffed with something* The bin I got this out of had it labeled as "Farm-Raised Alaskan Salmon". And the veggies are something called "Onions".

Wheelie: *delighted thanks as he takes the food, and then he's sniffing and examining it as he exclaims about having breakfast and wonders where the food came from*

Desinex: There's bins and bins of food. More food than I've ever seen in one place before. And all of it's different things. All the bins have labels and instructions on how much to feed someone of a certain size, too. *kind of sounds awed*

Wheelie: *stares at her even as he absently has a big bite of the onion filled fish*

ToSJazz: 0_o You eatin' all that raw?

Desinex: It tastes good that way. *Yes, she ate hers raw*

Wheelie: *explains that there's no grass or trees to burn down here, and no one to light them on fire, so everything's raw*

mvJazz: *snerk* It's sushi.

ToSJazz: *groggy stink eye* Sushi's rice stuff. That's salmon tartar.

mvJazz: Sashimi, then. *climbing out of the crack*

Wheelie: *happily declares it the best breakfast ever*

Desinex: *soft chuckle* Yeah. *doesn't think the bins will stay around for long*

ToSJazz: *offers part of his ginger to the other Jazz*

Wheelie: *and then yawns like a little cavern and soberly says he's still really sleepy*

mvJazz: 'M good. Thanks, though.

Desinex: *to Wheelie* Go back to bed.

Wheelie: *rubs one eye and asks Desinex if she'd like Belle back, because Belle has been repaired*

Desinex: I think she'd rather stay with you, Wheelie. *small smile*

Wheelie: *happy chatter as he dives back into his hole and then reemerges with a doll in a faded gown worn to nearly cobweb thinness by age. The gown was plainly once very elaborate, and the doll herself has a head made of badly crazed porcelain and arms crudely carved from sticks* *holds Belle up to Desinex so that she can see*

Desinex: *very gently touches Belle's head* Goodnight, Belle. *fond expression*

Wheelie: *makes the old doll bob her head in reply, and then cuddles her as he explains that he dumped out all the bugs and dust, and filled her up with some of the stuff from his bed*

Desinex: *gently praises Wheelie for fixing Belle up*

Wheelie: *asks if she's sure she wants him to keep Belle, because Belle is the prettiest doll, and her eyes open and close*

ToSJazz: *marveling quietly and himself seeing the beauty in that worn out old doll*

mvJazz: *digging through his subspace for pieces of flimsy or maybe a spare hankie*

ToSJazz: Imma come back here later 'n bring stuff fer fixin' her dress. *curious frown* Where'd all these dollbabies come from?

Desinex: *a bit shy as she ducks her head slightly* I find them, and fix them...

Wheelie: *murmurs softly about the ruins as he cradles Belle*

mvJazz: *soft, absent hum as he uses a rubber band he found with the hankie and a marble to make a quick dollbaby*

ToSJazz: *absently wipes at his eyes as he remembers what Cybertron was like before he and Optimus' team had boarded the Ark* *quietly* Good job. You go on savin' those babies.

Desinex: *ducks her head more and whistles softly*

ToSJazz: *gentle pat, and then looks down at his alternate* *quietly* We don't get back 'n hell's gonna pay.

mvJazz: I c'n set my PINpoint back. 'N I c'n fix yours, too, so you don't catch hell.

Wheelie: *quietly suggests that both Jazzes have more sleep while their bodies recover from sharing the Romulan ale*

ToSJazz: ...Romulan ale? You're pullin' my leg.

Desinex: *snort* Our Jazz put some in the sauce you two ate.

mvJazz: *snort* Figures. *to ToSJazz* Lemme fix your PINpoint, 'n then we c'n nap some more.

ToSJazz: *tired snort as he hands it over*

mvJazz: *will set ToSJazz's PINpoint to bring him back right to his home reality right after he left* There. *offers it back*

ToSJazz: *takes it and looks at Desinex* So you gotta crack by the floor too?

Desinex: *snerk* I crawl down a drain, down a pipe, then up into the wall.

ToSJazz: *looks like he's trying not to cry* Sounds comfy.

Desinex: *shrug* It keeps us safe.

Wheelie: *looks worried and asks if she needs more pillows*

Desinex: I've got plenty, Wheelie.

Wheelie: *wants to know why her home isn't pretty*

Desinex: It is pretty though. I have dolls and I've got plenty of pillows, and I have the blanket the big lady gave me.

Wheelie: *blinks, and then confesses that he's got pretty on the brain because of Belle, and he meant comfy!*

Desinex: Wheelie, I can sleep pretty much anywhere. *chuckles* Remember when Dad panicked because he couldn't find me, and I was curled up in the rafters?

Wheelie: *laughs much and reminisces about how Ultra Magnus had though he was hearing a bird up there*

Desinex: *brat grin, makes bird noises*

Wheelie: *grins, and then yawns hugely again*

ToSJazz: *echoes the yawn*

mvJazz: C'mon, cats. Let's go crash.

Wheelie: *vanishes into his hole, and then pops out again without Belle. Holds out his hands for the two little bots*

mvJazz: *will begin herding his ToS counterpart toward the youngster*

Wheelie: *picks them both up, and then asks if Desinex is having more sleep too*

Desinex: I will after I make sure Dad and Kriti have eaten. Promise.

Wheelie: Oh okay, see you later today! *ducks through the crack*

Desinex: *soft chuckle, moves to go check the bins to see how much protein and veggies to give her dad and sister*

Air Raid: *muttering as she figures her weight while standing on the scale in the corner*

Desinex: *nods to Air Raid, frowns as she realizes she has no idea how much her dad or sister weigh* ... Scrap.

Air Raid: *looks over* Sup?

Desinex: I have no idea how much Dad weighs, or how much Kriti weighs.

Air Raid: Oh. *tells her the weights* They were just here.

Desinex: ... I'm guessing Dad got Kriti some breakfast already, then?

Air Raid: Yup. *looks at the bins* I wonder what this stuff tastes like.

Desinex: The "Farm-Raised Alaska Salmon" has a nice flavor.

Air Raid: *studies the bin, and then walks over to look more closely* Wow... I've never smelt anything like it. What'd you have with it?

Desinex: Some of the sliced "onions". They're crunchy.

Air Raid: *sniff sniff* Oooo.

Desinex: Did Dad get some breakfast for himself, too? Or did he just focus on Kriti again?

Air Raid: He got stuff from the spigot for Kriti. *points* And then the little woman that looked kinda human hit him on the head till he got a big chunk from that bin.

Desinex: *looks at the bin* Dinobacon... Wonder what that's like? *pause* Wait. Little woman? *forget sleep. This is more interesting!*

Air Raid: Yeah. This little tiny thing just a bit bigger than Kriti.

Desinex: Huh. They went to Dad's quarters?

Air Raid: Nope. They went to check on the cows.

Desinex: ...Cows?

Air Raid: Yeah. They got delivered yesterday while you were gone. And the 'Cons already tried burning 'em.

Desinex: *scowl* Those *beeps* don't know when to quit.

Air Raid: They're crazier than my pink brother. *nose in the salmon bin*

Desinex: *snerk* He's still going on about the twinkle lights?

Air Raid: Last I looked he was climbing the wall to get away from what 'Flight was trying to feed him.

Desinex: *snerk* Fireflight is awesome.

Air Raid: She's crazy too. Pet plant named Archie? Everyone knows plants should be Sven.

Desinex: *snerk* Says you.

Air Raid: *comes up from the bin with a massive fish in her hands and a gleam in her eyes* I better weigh this.

Desinex: ...That's bigger than your dad's head, 'Raid. *impressed*

Air Raid: *as usual takes the younger girl seriously* ...Dad's head's bigger than mine is, and this fish is smaller than mine.

Desinex: *snickerfitdie* I'm gonna go find Dad and make sure he actually ate. *and to get a look at the tiny woman, but shhh, don't tell anyone that*

Air Raid: *didn't hear past the squeal she just gave at calling her dad for advice and being told that she should just eat the whole fish with a proper portion of vegetables*

Desinex: *will head for the nearest way outside, sticking close to the wall so she can slip into one of the nooks and hidden passageways in case she needs to*

Prowl: *looks sharply toward the door as it chimes and slips open slightly, then relaxes as she sees the settlement's bravest young scout* You can have breakfast this morning.

Desinex: Already did. 'N so did Wheelie. Air Raid's working on hers.

Prowl: *quirks brow ridge* And you're still awake?

Desinex: *stubbornly* 'M fine. Where's Ultra Magnus?

Prowl: He's going to the south field to check on the animals that were delivered last night.

Desinex: Okay. *nod* *moves to head out the door*

Prowl: Be careful.

Desinex: Will do. *and she'll close the door behind her, too* *will make her way through the forest, moving through leaves and over overgrown vehicles from a past time. She's crawled all through those vehicles in the past, looking for all manner of shiny things and for the fun of it, but today, she's on a mission. Though she moves silently and cautiously, she makes sure to brush against the scented plants as she goes*

Ultra Magnus: *is a deep rumble of speech up ahead*

Desinex: *moves toward the sound of her dad's voice, still keeping close to a good hiding spot as she moves* *pauses as she hears a female voice reply, then she'll duck into the brush and watch*


meanwhile


Old Lady Yau: T'ey's pretty tough, t' make a mess'a t'at 'un... *nods toward a burnt mess*

Ultra Magnus: *kneeling and looking at the strange form in the midst of the charred patch of grass* ...What is it?

Old Lady Yau: *seriously* It's what's left o' 'n Ifiri.

Ultra Magnus: *frowns at her* One of your people?

Old Lady Yau: *nod* Aye. A young 'un.

Ultra Magnus: How did a young ifiri get on this world?

Old Lady Yau: *shrug* No idea, but I's arter wantin' t' find out.

Ultra Magnus: Should we bring this in? *glances over as one of the gaur comes over and sniffs the knee that he's resting on, then returns his attention to the body of the being that the herd trampled during the night*

Old Lady Yau: *shrug* Yer call. We know what killed the kid... *frown* But yer bosses might be wantin' t' know about t'is, too.

Ultra Magnus: Elita One told me about the fire in the night. *frown goes thoughtful, and then admits* I don't know what parts of this are the body, and which are burnt grass.

Old Lady Yau: I c'n tell. *will move to pick up the body, her expression a bit sad*

Ultra Magnus: *quietly, as his mind flashes back to the nurseries as they'd looked the first day the Decepticons had attacked* Do you need a coffin?

Old Lady Yau: Nay. We'll show t'is t' yer bosses, 'n t'en I'll take care'a the remains.

Ultra Magnus: Alright. *offers her his hands*

Old Lady Yau: *carefully climbing onto Ultra Magnus' hands*

Ultra Magnus: *lifts her carefully and rises to his feet* Desinex, do you want a ride back on my shoulder?

Desinex: *SO much sulk as she comes out from the underbrush*

Old Lady Yau: ... *soft snerk*

Ultra Magnus: *carefully takes one hand away from Kae Yau to touch his tiny daughter* *quietly* Did you eat breakfast?

Desinex: *nods* *softly* I fed Wheelie, too.

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