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Microbots. Carter's Old Apartment and VTech. Reuniting With Friends
((Warning: There is the alternate word for "Donkey" in this log somewhere.))
Carter: *comes out of the office of the manager of the apartment building where she'd lived, her face flushed with anger*
Beau: *worried now* Carter?
Carter: *stops and puts her fists on her hips* He's not givin' the deposit back.
Beau: ... Wah th' *beep* not?
Carter: *words bitten off angrily* He says t'at the humidity from my fish tank ruined the plaster on the ceilin'.
Beau: ... Lahk *bleep*, 't did. Ah'mma see 'f Sis knows anehbodeh who c'n check f'r certain. *phone out, puts it on speaker so Carter can listen in and contribute to the discussion. Denver dialed*
Dion: //Imma marry Maeve!//
Beau: *blink blink, snerk* Alrahght, Dion. Wh're's Denver?
Dion: //Ummmm. MAAAAAMAAAAAA!//
Carter: *winces, and chuckles despite her anger*
Denver: *can be heard hurrying over*
Dion: //Beau-beau, Mama.//
Denver: *getting the phone* //Beau?//
Carter: *deep sigh*
Denver: *serious in an instant* //Carter, wh't's wrong?//
Carter: The landlord says my fishtank ruined the ceilin'.
Denver: //...Th't bitteh th'n'?// *disbelief clear in her voice*
Beau: Yeah. D' y'u know anehun who mahght be able t' check 't ovah?
Carter: Yup. *waits for Denver's answer*
Denver: *quiet for a few moments. Then* //Ah mahght know a couple'a gahs...// *can you hear the smirk in her voice?*
Carter: *hears it and looks quickly to Beau*
Beau: 'Ow soon c'n th'y git 'eah?
Denver: //Gimme a mo t' 'splain th' situation t' th'm.// *cue the Jeopardy theme!*
Carter: *snorts, then looks toward the office door as the landlord looks out*
landlord: You need something else?
Beau: *seriously, to the landlord* Ah th'nk y'u're jes' trah'n t' squeeze moah moneh outta people.
landlord: If you're going to start trouble I'm calling the police.
Beau: Ain't meanin' t' staht trouble.
landlord: Good. Start with not loitering.
Carter: *face is red again, and her jaw is clenched*
Beau: *much frown*
landlord: What're you waiting for?
Carter: *ruffles figurative feathers and looks to Beau*
Beau: *about to answer*
Denver: *calmly* They were waiting for me. *yup. She's in Colonel mode*
sm&dcRose: Us.
Gerard: *stink eye for the landlord*
Hans: *looking at the ceiling and frowning* I don't see any sign of treatment for that mouse problem... Wait. That's a bat.
Denver: *has no right to look that smug*
landlord: *doesn't like this sudden army and scowls slightly* Who are you?
sm&dcRose: I'm Mrs. MacKenzie's lawyer. These gentlemen are architects that I've asked to come in and examine the premises that Mrs. MacKenzie just vacated.
Gerard: *STINK EYE*
Hans: *talking to himself as he continues to study the ceiling. Totally didn't hear himself introduced*
Denver: *calmly* It's best if you don't interfere with the inspection.
landlord: *scowls and turns back into the office* I'll get the key.
Denver: *nod* *sweetly* You do that, then. *attention going to Carter and Beau*
Carter: *watching the newcomers curiously, a bit of confusion in her eyes as they rest on sm&dcRose*
Denver: Carter, th's 's Rose Wayne.
Carter: *uncertainly* Hey.
sm&dcRose: *quietly* Your sister-in-law asked me to represent you. I hope you don't mind.
Carter: Not much I can say. I don't have much idea of what to do here. *her voice and speech still show her anger*
Denver: Tht's wah we's 'eah, 'on. *moves to give hugs*
Beau: *small smile* Ah figgered Sis'd know s'me'un who c'ld 'elp.
Gerard: *trying to quarrel with his brother*
Hans: *oblivious as he watches two women come into the building*
shorter woman: *nods to Hans, but then stops and frowns at him as her eyes do a flick that Denver will recognize from having been around Rachel, Russel, and Merlin*
taller woman: *looks around and grins* Hi. What's up?
Denver: We's jes' waitin' 'n th' landlord t' git back wit' th' key. *pause* Don' th'nk Ah caught y'all's names earliah.
taller woman: *chuckles* Of course not. We've never met before. I'm...
shorter woman: *softly* We've not met the lady before, Perpetua. But I recognize these men.
Hans: *blinks* You do?
Perpetua: You do?
Gerard: *stink eyeing the landlord again as the man comes back out of the office*
Denver: *back into Colonel mode* We're ready.
landlord: *nods, and then frowns at Perpetua and her friend* Can I help you?
Perpetua: *distracted from mystery men* We're here to see the apartment.
landlord: *grumpy sigh* It's not ready yet. Can you come back tomorrow?
Hans: Where did we meet, Madam?
shorter woman: *slight smile*
Hans: *startles and gasps, then picks her up and squishes her as he exclaims in French*
Gerard: Have you lost your mind, you stupid ass?
Denver: *trying SO hard not to snickerfit. Will turn her attention to the landlord* The sooner you let our inspectors in, the better.
landlord: *looking with uncertain surprise at the confusion, but finally blinks at Denver and nods before leading the way to the basement stairs*
Carter: *steps forward to follow him*
Beau: *will fall into step with Carter, putting an arm around her waist*
sm&dcRose: *trying to get the attention of the architects, who are both now exclaiming in a mixture of French, English, and electronic sounds*
Denver: *trying to help with that. With her fingers.*
Hans: *gasps and lets go of the shorter woman to give Denver a wounded look*
Gerard: Do you mind??
Denver: We're going into the apartment. You can bicker later.
Gerard: *snaps* This isn't an argument! This is a reunion!
Denver: I know bickering when I see it. *will move to herd everyone into the apartment*
Hans: Calm down, Gerard. We came here to do a job, remember?
Gerard: *sputter* Calm down? You're the one who's laughing and crying like a fool! *turns and stomps after the others*
Hans: *sighs as he's herded* *to the shorter woman* What name do you go by, dear? Didn't you ever see any of the messages that Optimus sent out for other survivors?
shorter woman: *softly, after a worried glance around* Messages? We didn't realize they were genuine. And... I'm Vera, though Perpetua calls me GoGo. *startles as an angry shout comes from the apartment*
Denver: *startles, hand going to her hip holster*
Carter: *frustrated rage makes her words clipped and fast as she nearly shouts* What'd you DO? I had this CLEAN!
Beau: 'N wah th' *bleep* 's th' window broken?!
landlord: What? *tears his eyes away from angry Newfoundland girl to look at the window, then hurries across the muddy floor to look at the window* Broken where?
Beau: *will point out where the window's been broken, visibly upset* Th're.
Denver: *frowning at the muddy footprints*
sm&dcRose: *commandingly* Everyone come out of there. Don't touch anything.
landlord: *startles and turns to obey*
Gerard: ...I haven't even gotten inside yet.
Denver: *will herd Carter and Beau out of the apartment. And she won't hear any arguments against it*
sm&dcRose: *to Gerard* This is a crime scene.
Gerard: *eyes go wide*
landlord: What? A crime scene?
sm&dcRose: Someone broke in and broke the sink, which resulted in the damage to the ceiling plaster. Please call the police.
landlord: *bewildered expression as he gets his phone*
Denver: Working on it. *phone out, police dialed, even as she continues to herd brother and sister-in-law*
sm&dcRose: *looks at Beau* *quietly* It was five young men. Two stayed outside.
Beau: ... *lips thin* *quietly* Those... *nope, not writing it*.
sm&dcRose: *quizzical look* You think you know who it was?
Denver: *relaying information to the police*
Beau: Awhal back, th're w's a group'a guys trah'n' t' cause trouble f'r Carter. Th'y waited outsahd 'er 'partment f'r me t' c'me out, so th'y c'ld 'it me wit' a baseball bat. Th'y got stopped, 'n got int' trouble f'r 't, th'n trahed t' claim th't Ah w's sayin' s'me mahghty unpleasant th'n's 'bout th'm, but th't got dropped 'cause 'f th' fact th't 't w'sn't true.
sm&dcRose: And you think they'd break in like this. *gestures toward the door of the apartment*
Beau: Th'y got expelled 'cause 'f th' 'arassment 'n attempted assault.
sm&dcRose: Can you tell me their names?
Fanzone: *from the end of the hall* Dat's my line. Y'wanna let me do my job?
sm&dcRose: *turns to look at him with amusement and recognition* I'm a lawyer.
Fanzone: Yeah, nice. Dat still ain' a cop. *stops next to the group*
Beau: 'Lo, Officer Fanzone.
Fanzone: *frowns at him* You gettin' in trouble again, kid?
Carter: *ruffles the figurative feathers*
Beau: No, sir. Th' landlord w's trah'n' t' claim th't Carter's fishtank caused damage t' th' apartment, 'n we w're gonna 'ave inspectors look over th'ngs, but th'n we found th' new damage t' th' apartment.
Carter: How you could'a t'ought t'at came from a five gallon aquarium.... *ruffle!* It ain't even over where t' aquarium was!
landlord: *frowns uncertainly*
Denver: *calmly* Our inspectors were about to begin their inspection when the crime scene was discovered.
Fanzone: *sticks his head through the door and looks at the floor, then up at the ceiling* *snorts and takes out his notepad* Der gonna be a bird helpin' me take statements dis time?
Perpetua: Only us. *grin*
Hans: 9_9
Gerard: *absently snorts at blushing brother* *never bothered to download slang*
Denver: *trying not to look amused at Hans' blushing*
Beau: Pretteh sure 't w's th' same guys 's last tahm, sir.
Fanzone: *snorts at him too, but then lets sm&dcRose lead him into the apartment and point out the evidence and how she reads it*
Half an hour later, after statements from all present, and after the police have gone to round up some of the suspects
sm&dcRose: *looks at the young men* Could I be in the same room as them?
Fanzone: ...Why?
sm&dcRose: Because I'm an alien and I want to see if their scents match the ones at the apartment.
Fanzone: *gives her a long stare, then glances at Denver*
Denver: *seriously* She's telling the truth.
Fanzone: *mutters and jerks his head to tell the two women to follow him*
sm&dcRose: *steps forward promptly*
Denver: *will also step forward*
Fanzone: *leads them to the door of the room that the suspects are in, but then stops as Rose does and frowns at her*
sm&dcRose: ...That's them.
Denver: *squares her shoulders*
Fanzone: *slowly* Yous can smell it from here.
sm&dcRose: I can.
Denver: *seriously* You're sure about them being the ones, Rose?
sm&dcRose: I'm sure.
Fanzone: *as he turns to lead them back to the other room* Least ya ain't barkin' 'n piddlin' on the floor.
sm&dcRose: *quiet snort*
Denver: *snerk*
Fanzone: Okay. We got dis, 'n all da statements. Go home 'n lemme get some work done.
Denver: *so amused* Alright.
sm&dcRose: *silent till they round everyone up and exit the building. Then, quietly to Denver* Too bad he's married.
Denver: *snickerfitdie*
Beau: *raised eyebrow for his sister, even as he hugs Carter*
Carter: *grumbling like a little wet hen as she walks along*
Beau: *cuddle, love upon wife*
sm&dcRose: *quietly, as she watches the young couple with what might be a trace of wistfulness in her cool blue eyes* Call me when you know anything else.
Beau: *to sm&dcRose* Yes'm.
Denver: *nod* Will do.
sm&dcRose: *calmly vanishes*
Gerard: *stops in the middle of grousing at Perpetua's teasing to stare at the empty space*
Denver: *amused snerk*
Gerard: *scowls at her* Well, I am going home.
Denver: Y'all 'ave fun now. *innocent grin*
Gerard: Come along, Hans.
Hans: Oh, I want to talk to Optimus first. It's not everyday we find old friends.
Gerard: *snort* Friends! Speak for yourself. *stomps off*
Perpetua: *dimples and follows*
Hans and Vera: *amusement as they watch*
Denver: Perpetua'll sort 'im out. *nod* *to Hans and Vera* D' y'all need a lift t' th' base?
Vera: Yes, please. *hesitates* Do you know... *says Perceptor's Cybertronian calling name*?
Denver: *nod* 'Is alias 's Merlin Percia. 'E's a professor 't Virginia Tech. *will get her spare PINpoint out of her pocket and offer it after selecting the base coordinates*
Hans: Oh, I've a teleporter, Lt. Col. *smiles that affable grin. Still hasn't let go of Vera*
Denver: Alrahght, th'n. Y'all git goin'. *chuckles*
Hans: *watches Carter ruffle again, and then says kindly words of farewell to her, Beau, and Denver*
Beau: *nods* See y'u...
Denver: C'mon. Le's git y'all s'meth'n' t' eat.
Carter: *says goodbye as civilly as she can, but yeah, her feathers are still ruffled*
Hans: *watches them walk away down the street, and then brings himself and Vera to Virginia Tech's department of extraterrestrial studies*
Merlin: *startles as he nearly collides with Hans. Paperwork and lesson plans go flying*
Vera: *soft exclamation* Oh, I'm so sorry!
Hans: Ack! Oh, Merlin. We were looking for you. *stoops to pick up papers*
Merlin: Oh, goodness! *moves to pick up papers as well* I do apologize. I should have been paying more attention to my surroundings.
Vera: *perked at Hans' words* Merlin? This is Perceptor? *hopeful look at the red-haired man*
Merlin: *blink blink* Yes, I am Perceptor... How may I assist you, Miss?
Hans: *chuckles as he carefully stacks paper* Merlin, this is... *more careful translation than Perpetua uses* Greenlight.
Merlin: Oh, goodness! *happy man! Must hug!*
Vera: *small huggy sound as her face lights up* It's so good to see you again, Professor!
Hans: *beaming as he absently folds Merlin's tidy lesson sheets in half*
Merlin: Likewise, Greenlight. *so very happy to see old friends!*
Vera: We would have made contact sooner, but we weren't sure that the message wasn't another trap.
Merlin: *nods* An understandable concern, given recent history.
Vera: *softly, her smile faltering* And we've already stumbled into one trap.
Hans: *beam becomes a frown, and the lesson sheets get creased*
Merlin: *worried* Oh, dear. *moving to herd everyone into his office. Tea fixes all, right?*
Vera: *quietly* Are there enough of us here to be able to stage a rescue?
Hans: *another fold, and very vehemently creased!*
Merlin: I believe so. Would stealth be needed, or would brute force be more effective?
Vera: *as she puts her hands on the back of the chair in front of the desk* I don't know. The entire ship was taken. If it weren't for Perpetua's unauthorized joyride shortly before that time, we would have been taken as well.
Merlin: *small nod, lips pressed thin as he consults Kia and asks her advice on whom to contact* I see.
Kia: -Should we not contact the IGP, love?-
Merlin: *blink* -Yes. That may very well be the best course of action.- *had not thought of that* *to Vera* Perhaps the IGP will be able to assist.
Vera: ...I'm not familiar with that name, Merlin. Will you explain?
Merlin: The IGP are the Inter-Galactic Police. They have aided us in the past, and this may fall under their jurisdiction.
Vera: *face lights* Do you know what sectors fall under their jurisdiction?
Merlin: *names off the sectors that he knows of currently*
Vera: *softly* So the entire galaxy.
Merlin: *nods* Indeed. What sector was the ship captured in?
Vera: *names one in the galactic heart*
Hans: *slowly, as he turns the lesson sheets and creases them the other way* We're not familiar with that sector.
Merlin: *small frown* I am not too familiar with that sector, to be honest... but perhaps the IGP will know more. *going to try and contact the IGP*
Ee-Chirr: //George's fire furnace, you crack 'em, we rack 'em.//
Merlin: *blink* //Er... Pardon?//
Ee-Chirr: *soft squeal of surprise* //I'm sorry, friend, I thought you were my fiancé. This is Lt. Ee-Chirr of the IGP vessal Pretty Sailor, how may I help you?//
Merlin: //Lt. Ee-Chirr, this is Perceptor of the Autobots located on the planet Earth. I have received a report of a vessel which was ambushed and the majority of the crew abducted in *names the sector Greenlight told him*.//
Ee-Chirr: *just said something VERY un JD-like* //Those *children of unmarried parents* Elite! What was the vessel?//
Merlin: Greenlight, what was the name of the ship?
Vera: It was the Iron Hope, sir.
Hans: *sucks in breath* Ordnance's ship.
Merlin: *very surprised, even as he relays the information*
Ee-Chirr: //Please hold, friend.// *few angry cat sounds escape before the connection goes to music*
Merlin: *to Vera and Hans* The IGP has been contacted. I am currently on hold with them.
Hans: *nods his understanding... even as he tears the sheets in his hands in half*
Merlin: *too polite to comment on that* Hans, have you met the creche?
Hans: Hmmm? Oh. Some of the little ones came to talk to me when I last visited the local base. *slight smile* Optimus' daughter bit me.
Merlin: Oh, goodness. I trust you were not injured?
Hans: *shrugs* She's a little baby. *another absent tear for the papers*
Vera: *notices that and meeps* Hans, what are you doing?
Hans: *blinks at her, and then looks at his hands* Whoops.
Merlin: And I trust you have met the Dinobots?
Hans: *guilty look of apology* Yes. Sandra showed me how to squash melted marshmallows.
Merlin: *patpat, soft chuckle* And Sarah and Simon were likely supplying the marshmallows?
Hans: *amusement flickers in his eyes* They were holding Sven down and getting marshmallow out of his hair.
Merlin: *fond headshake* And knowing Greg, he was likely being exuberantly boisterous nearby?
Hans: I think Maeve was sitting on him. *smile just a little larger*
Merlin: *more chuckle* She is very much an honorary Dinobot.
Hans: Destiny was the one roaring and biting people.
Merlin: ... Oh, goodness! *wasn't expecting to hear that!*
female voice: //Hello, friend, are you there?//
Merlin: *perk* //Yes, I am present.//
woman: //This is Captain Ryan. Could you give me the exact details about the missing ship, and the time it was taken?//
Eee-Chirr: *in the background* //*yowwwwl SNISS!*//
Merlin: //One moment. I have one of the crew who witnessed its capture present.// *to Greenlight* May I patch you into the call, Greenlight?
Vera: Y... yes. *nods, though the sadness has returned to her expression and posture*
Hans: *supportive hand on her shoulder*
Merlin: *transforms and offers his wrist port*
Vera: *also transforms, to display wear consistent with an inadequate diet* *slight frown as she picks her wire port open and then carefully unspools the wire*
Perceptor: *gently* //Greenlight was one of the few who was not captured, Captain Ryan.//
Captain Ryan: //How did you evade capture, Greenlight?//
Greenlight: *softly, as she makes the connection* //May I transmit a report?//
Captain Ryan: *sound of swift tapping* //Of course, friend. Ready for transmission.//
Greenlight: *closes her eyes and sends the concise and detailed report*
Captain Ryan: *more tapping* //I wish some of my people could write reports like this.//
Eee-Chirr: //*growl*//
Perceptor: *transmits comfort to Greenlight*
Greenlight: *thanks and the sudden clamping down on something for which she feels guilty*
Perceptor: *slight headtilt at that spurt of guilt. Concerned*
Greenlight: //No. I cannnot tell anyone.//
Captain Ryan: //This is going to need some looking into, friends. Can we get back to you?//
Perceptor: //Ah... Yes, Captain Ryan.//
Greenlight: *softly* //Of course, Captain. Thank you for your time.//
Captain Ryan: *in that warm and gentle JD way* //It's no problem, friend. I'm doing my job.//
Perceptor: *trying so hard not to fuss over you, Greenlight. He can SEE you are in need of a visit to Rachel!*
Greenlight: *soft and gracious words to the kindly JD captain, then a silence and a poke to Perceptor* *he hasn't said good bye and thank you*
Perceptor: *startles* //Oh, yes, thank you for your assistance, Captain Ryan. Safe travels on your course.//
Captain Ryan: //Thank you, friend. Please tell Emelia hello for me and Lt. Ee-Chirr.//
Perceptor: //I shall do so, Captain.//
Captain Ryan: *gentle click*
Greenlight: *blocks the guilt again*
Perceptor: *will carefully remove Greenlight's cable from his port, to spare her further embarrassment* *gently* Perhaps it would be wise to visit Rachel...
Greenlight: *looks up quizzically* Who is Rachel?
Perceptor: *blink, remembers himself* Rachel Ruteger is the local alias Ratchet utilizes.
Greenlight: *face brightens* Oh, it's so good to hear that Ratchet is still with us.
Hans: *gently, as he steps over to put his arms around her* Ratchet is mother to most of the sparklets that we were just talking about.
Greenlight: *blinks, and then hides her face in her hands*
Hans: *soothing sounds. So much concern on his face*
Greenlight: *cries quietly and despite herself*
Perceptor: *will transform and offer comfort as well*
Greenlight: *softly* I'm sorry. I just...
Hans: We know. You're safe now.
Merlin: *gently* Perhaps spending some time amongst friendly company is advisable?
Hans: Gerard will make sure that Perpetua stays out of trouble.
Merlin: ... Perhaps it would be wise to extend the invitation to Gerard and Perpetua as well.
Hans: Oh alright. *slight sideways glance that changes to wide-eyed surprise*
Merlin: Hans? Is aught amiss?
Hans: Er. *shares a feed of a raving Gerard pausing in mid angry rant at Perpetua to ask if she wants a cheese pretzel*
Merlin: 0_0
Hans: Gerard only feeds people that he likes...
Merlin: Goodness...
Greenlight: *restless movement, and then she's pushing away from the men* I should transform.
Hans: *distracted from brainbreak* Oh. Of course. *steps back*
Merlin: *nods and steps back to give Greenlight room to transform*
Greenlight: *swift transformation and then a hopeful look from one to the other*
Hans: *reaches to hold her elbow* I'll take you to Rachel now. *looks to his friend* Merlin, will you report to Patrick?
Merlin: *nods* I shall do so.
Hans: Thank you. *smiles, and then PINpoints Vera away*
Merlin: *goes to report to Patrick about what happened*
Patrick: *pinches bridge of nose and gently baps himself on the head with the 'Everafter High' book he'd been reading* I need to stock up on rotten fruit.
Merlin: Or perhaps gummi fruit. I must return to work, however. I need to print out additional materials.
Patrick: No. The guy who said we need to live in interesting times deserves rotten fruit. *opens a drawer* The gummies are mine. *gives a packet to Merlin anyway* Keep me updated.
Merlin: I shall endeavor to do so, sir. *will take the packet and head back to his office to recycle those poor torn up lesson sheets and replace them*
((Written withrandom_xtras))
Carter: *comes out of the office of the manager of the apartment building where she'd lived, her face flushed with anger*
Beau: *worried now* Carter?
Carter: *stops and puts her fists on her hips* He's not givin' the deposit back.
Beau: ... Wah th' *beep* not?
Carter: *words bitten off angrily* He says t'at the humidity from my fish tank ruined the plaster on the ceilin'.
Beau: ... Lahk *bleep*, 't did. Ah'mma see 'f Sis knows anehbodeh who c'n check f'r certain. *phone out, puts it on speaker so Carter can listen in and contribute to the discussion. Denver dialed*
Dion: //Imma marry Maeve!//
Beau: *blink blink, snerk* Alrahght, Dion. Wh're's Denver?
Dion: //Ummmm. MAAAAAMAAAAAA!//
Carter: *winces, and chuckles despite her anger*
Denver: *can be heard hurrying over*
Dion: //Beau-beau, Mama.//
Denver: *getting the phone* //Beau?//
Carter: *deep sigh*
Denver: *serious in an instant* //Carter, wh't's wrong?//
Carter: The landlord says my fishtank ruined the ceilin'.
Denver: //...Th't bitteh th'n'?// *disbelief clear in her voice*
Beau: Yeah. D' y'u know anehun who mahght be able t' check 't ovah?
Carter: Yup. *waits for Denver's answer*
Denver: *quiet for a few moments. Then* //Ah mahght know a couple'a gahs...// *can you hear the smirk in her voice?*
Carter: *hears it and looks quickly to Beau*
Beau: 'Ow soon c'n th'y git 'eah?
Denver: //Gimme a mo t' 'splain th' situation t' th'm.// *cue the Jeopardy theme!*
Carter: *snorts, then looks toward the office door as the landlord looks out*
landlord: You need something else?
Beau: *seriously, to the landlord* Ah th'nk y'u're jes' trah'n t' squeeze moah moneh outta people.
landlord: If you're going to start trouble I'm calling the police.
Beau: Ain't meanin' t' staht trouble.
landlord: Good. Start with not loitering.
Carter: *face is red again, and her jaw is clenched*
Beau: *much frown*
landlord: What're you waiting for?
Carter: *ruffles figurative feathers and looks to Beau*
Beau: *about to answer*
Denver: *calmly* They were waiting for me. *yup. She's in Colonel mode*
sm&dcRose: Us.
Gerard: *stink eye for the landlord*
Hans: *looking at the ceiling and frowning* I don't see any sign of treatment for that mouse problem... Wait. That's a bat.
Denver: *has no right to look that smug*
landlord: *doesn't like this sudden army and scowls slightly* Who are you?
sm&dcRose: I'm Mrs. MacKenzie's lawyer. These gentlemen are architects that I've asked to come in and examine the premises that Mrs. MacKenzie just vacated.
Gerard: *STINK EYE*
Hans: *talking to himself as he continues to study the ceiling. Totally didn't hear himself introduced*
Denver: *calmly* It's best if you don't interfere with the inspection.
landlord: *scowls and turns back into the office* I'll get the key.
Denver: *nod* *sweetly* You do that, then. *attention going to Carter and Beau*
Carter: *watching the newcomers curiously, a bit of confusion in her eyes as they rest on sm&dcRose*
Denver: Carter, th's 's Rose Wayne.
Carter: *uncertainly* Hey.
sm&dcRose: *quietly* Your sister-in-law asked me to represent you. I hope you don't mind.
Carter: Not much I can say. I don't have much idea of what to do here. *her voice and speech still show her anger*
Denver: Tht's wah we's 'eah, 'on. *moves to give hugs*
Beau: *small smile* Ah figgered Sis'd know s'me'un who c'ld 'elp.
Gerard: *trying to quarrel with his brother*
Hans: *oblivious as he watches two women come into the building*
shorter woman: *nods to Hans, but then stops and frowns at him as her eyes do a flick that Denver will recognize from having been around Rachel, Russel, and Merlin*
taller woman: *looks around and grins* Hi. What's up?
Denver: We's jes' waitin' 'n th' landlord t' git back wit' th' key. *pause* Don' th'nk Ah caught y'all's names earliah.
taller woman: *chuckles* Of course not. We've never met before. I'm...
shorter woman: *softly* We've not met the lady before, Perpetua. But I recognize these men.
Hans: *blinks* You do?
Perpetua: You do?
Gerard: *stink eyeing the landlord again as the man comes back out of the office*
Denver: *back into Colonel mode* We're ready.
landlord: *nods, and then frowns at Perpetua and her friend* Can I help you?
Perpetua: *distracted from mystery men* We're here to see the apartment.
landlord: *grumpy sigh* It's not ready yet. Can you come back tomorrow?
Hans: Where did we meet, Madam?
shorter woman: *slight smile*
Hans: *startles and gasps, then picks her up and squishes her as he exclaims in French*
Gerard: Have you lost your mind, you stupid ass?
Denver: *trying SO hard not to snickerfit. Will turn her attention to the landlord* The sooner you let our inspectors in, the better.
landlord: *looking with uncertain surprise at the confusion, but finally blinks at Denver and nods before leading the way to the basement stairs*
Carter: *steps forward to follow him*
Beau: *will fall into step with Carter, putting an arm around her waist*
sm&dcRose: *trying to get the attention of the architects, who are both now exclaiming in a mixture of French, English, and electronic sounds*
Denver: *trying to help with that. With her fingers.*
Hans: *gasps and lets go of the shorter woman to give Denver a wounded look*
Gerard: Do you mind??
Denver: We're going into the apartment. You can bicker later.
Gerard: *snaps* This isn't an argument! This is a reunion!
Denver: I know bickering when I see it. *will move to herd everyone into the apartment*
Hans: Calm down, Gerard. We came here to do a job, remember?
Gerard: *sputter* Calm down? You're the one who's laughing and crying like a fool! *turns and stomps after the others*
Hans: *sighs as he's herded* *to the shorter woman* What name do you go by, dear? Didn't you ever see any of the messages that Optimus sent out for other survivors?
shorter woman: *softly, after a worried glance around* Messages? We didn't realize they were genuine. And... I'm Vera, though Perpetua calls me GoGo. *startles as an angry shout comes from the apartment*
Denver: *startles, hand going to her hip holster*
Carter: *frustrated rage makes her words clipped and fast as she nearly shouts* What'd you DO? I had this CLEAN!
Beau: 'N wah th' *bleep* 's th' window broken?!
landlord: What? *tears his eyes away from angry Newfoundland girl to look at the window, then hurries across the muddy floor to look at the window* Broken where?
Beau: *will point out where the window's been broken, visibly upset* Th're.
Denver: *frowning at the muddy footprints*
sm&dcRose: *commandingly* Everyone come out of there. Don't touch anything.
landlord: *startles and turns to obey*
Gerard: ...I haven't even gotten inside yet.
Denver: *will herd Carter and Beau out of the apartment. And she won't hear any arguments against it*
sm&dcRose: *to Gerard* This is a crime scene.
Gerard: *eyes go wide*
landlord: What? A crime scene?
sm&dcRose: Someone broke in and broke the sink, which resulted in the damage to the ceiling plaster. Please call the police.
landlord: *bewildered expression as he gets his phone*
Denver: Working on it. *phone out, police dialed, even as she continues to herd brother and sister-in-law*
sm&dcRose: *looks at Beau* *quietly* It was five young men. Two stayed outside.
Beau: ... *lips thin* *quietly* Those... *nope, not writing it*.
sm&dcRose: *quizzical look* You think you know who it was?
Denver: *relaying information to the police*
Beau: Awhal back, th're w's a group'a guys trah'n' t' cause trouble f'r Carter. Th'y waited outsahd 'er 'partment f'r me t' c'me out, so th'y c'ld 'it me wit' a baseball bat. Th'y got stopped, 'n got int' trouble f'r 't, th'n trahed t' claim th't Ah w's sayin' s'me mahghty unpleasant th'n's 'bout th'm, but th't got dropped 'cause 'f th' fact th't 't w'sn't true.
sm&dcRose: And you think they'd break in like this. *gestures toward the door of the apartment*
Beau: Th'y got expelled 'cause 'f th' 'arassment 'n attempted assault.
sm&dcRose: Can you tell me their names?
Fanzone: *from the end of the hall* Dat's my line. Y'wanna let me do my job?
sm&dcRose: *turns to look at him with amusement and recognition* I'm a lawyer.
Fanzone: Yeah, nice. Dat still ain' a cop. *stops next to the group*
Beau: 'Lo, Officer Fanzone.
Fanzone: *frowns at him* You gettin' in trouble again, kid?
Carter: *ruffles the figurative feathers*
Beau: No, sir. Th' landlord w's trah'n' t' claim th't Carter's fishtank caused damage t' th' apartment, 'n we w're gonna 'ave inspectors look over th'ngs, but th'n we found th' new damage t' th' apartment.
Carter: How you could'a t'ought t'at came from a five gallon aquarium.... *ruffle!* It ain't even over where t' aquarium was!
landlord: *frowns uncertainly*
Denver: *calmly* Our inspectors were about to begin their inspection when the crime scene was discovered.
Fanzone: *sticks his head through the door and looks at the floor, then up at the ceiling* *snorts and takes out his notepad* Der gonna be a bird helpin' me take statements dis time?
Perpetua: Only us. *grin*
Hans: 9_9
Gerard: *absently snorts at blushing brother* *never bothered to download slang*
Denver: *trying not to look amused at Hans' blushing*
Beau: Pretteh sure 't w's th' same guys 's last tahm, sir.
Fanzone: *snorts at him too, but then lets sm&dcRose lead him into the apartment and point out the evidence and how she reads it*
sm&dcRose: *looks at the young men* Could I be in the same room as them?
Fanzone: ...Why?
sm&dcRose: Because I'm an alien and I want to see if their scents match the ones at the apartment.
Fanzone: *gives her a long stare, then glances at Denver*
Denver: *seriously* She's telling the truth.
Fanzone: *mutters and jerks his head to tell the two women to follow him*
sm&dcRose: *steps forward promptly*
Denver: *will also step forward*
Fanzone: *leads them to the door of the room that the suspects are in, but then stops as Rose does and frowns at her*
sm&dcRose: ...That's them.
Denver: *squares her shoulders*
Fanzone: *slowly* Yous can smell it from here.
sm&dcRose: I can.
Denver: *seriously* You're sure about them being the ones, Rose?
sm&dcRose: I'm sure.
Fanzone: *as he turns to lead them back to the other room* Least ya ain't barkin' 'n piddlin' on the floor.
sm&dcRose: *quiet snort*
Denver: *snerk*
Fanzone: Okay. We got dis, 'n all da statements. Go home 'n lemme get some work done.
Denver: *so amused* Alright.
sm&dcRose: *silent till they round everyone up and exit the building. Then, quietly to Denver* Too bad he's married.
Denver: *snickerfitdie*
Beau: *raised eyebrow for his sister, even as he hugs Carter*
Carter: *grumbling like a little wet hen as she walks along*
Beau: *cuddle, love upon wife*
sm&dcRose: *quietly, as she watches the young couple with what might be a trace of wistfulness in her cool blue eyes* Call me when you know anything else.
Beau: *to sm&dcRose* Yes'm.
Denver: *nod* Will do.
sm&dcRose: *calmly vanishes*
Gerard: *stops in the middle of grousing at Perpetua's teasing to stare at the empty space*
Denver: *amused snerk*
Gerard: *scowls at her* Well, I am going home.
Denver: Y'all 'ave fun now. *innocent grin*
Gerard: Come along, Hans.
Hans: Oh, I want to talk to Optimus first. It's not everyday we find old friends.
Gerard: *snort* Friends! Speak for yourself. *stomps off*
Perpetua: *dimples and follows*
Hans and Vera: *amusement as they watch*
Denver: Perpetua'll sort 'im out. *nod* *to Hans and Vera* D' y'all need a lift t' th' base?
Vera: Yes, please. *hesitates* Do you know... *says Perceptor's Cybertronian calling name*?
Denver: *nod* 'Is alias 's Merlin Percia. 'E's a professor 't Virginia Tech. *will get her spare PINpoint out of her pocket and offer it after selecting the base coordinates*
Hans: Oh, I've a teleporter, Lt. Col. *smiles that affable grin. Still hasn't let go of Vera*
Denver: Alrahght, th'n. Y'all git goin'. *chuckles*
Hans: *watches Carter ruffle again, and then says kindly words of farewell to her, Beau, and Denver*
Beau: *nods* See y'u...
Denver: C'mon. Le's git y'all s'meth'n' t' eat.
Carter: *says goodbye as civilly as she can, but yeah, her feathers are still ruffled*
Hans: *watches them walk away down the street, and then brings himself and Vera to Virginia Tech's department of extraterrestrial studies*
Merlin: *startles as he nearly collides with Hans. Paperwork and lesson plans go flying*
Vera: *soft exclamation* Oh, I'm so sorry!
Hans: Ack! Oh, Merlin. We were looking for you. *stoops to pick up papers*
Merlin: Oh, goodness! *moves to pick up papers as well* I do apologize. I should have been paying more attention to my surroundings.
Vera: *perked at Hans' words* Merlin? This is Perceptor? *hopeful look at the red-haired man*
Merlin: *blink blink* Yes, I am Perceptor... How may I assist you, Miss?
Hans: *chuckles as he carefully stacks paper* Merlin, this is... *more careful translation than Perpetua uses* Greenlight.
Merlin: Oh, goodness! *happy man! Must hug!*
Vera: *small huggy sound as her face lights up* It's so good to see you again, Professor!
Hans: *beaming as he absently folds Merlin's tidy lesson sheets in half*
Merlin: Likewise, Greenlight. *so very happy to see old friends!*
Vera: We would have made contact sooner, but we weren't sure that the message wasn't another trap.
Merlin: *nods* An understandable concern, given recent history.
Vera: *softly, her smile faltering* And we've already stumbled into one trap.
Hans: *beam becomes a frown, and the lesson sheets get creased*
Merlin: *worried* Oh, dear. *moving to herd everyone into his office. Tea fixes all, right?*
Vera: *quietly* Are there enough of us here to be able to stage a rescue?
Hans: *another fold, and very vehemently creased!*
Merlin: I believe so. Would stealth be needed, or would brute force be more effective?
Vera: *as she puts her hands on the back of the chair in front of the desk* I don't know. The entire ship was taken. If it weren't for Perpetua's unauthorized joyride shortly before that time, we would have been taken as well.
Merlin: *small nod, lips pressed thin as he consults Kia and asks her advice on whom to contact* I see.
Kia: -Should we not contact the IGP, love?-
Merlin: *blink* -Yes. That may very well be the best course of action.- *had not thought of that* *to Vera* Perhaps the IGP will be able to assist.
Vera: ...I'm not familiar with that name, Merlin. Will you explain?
Merlin: The IGP are the Inter-Galactic Police. They have aided us in the past, and this may fall under their jurisdiction.
Vera: *face lights* Do you know what sectors fall under their jurisdiction?
Merlin: *names off the sectors that he knows of currently*
Vera: *softly* So the entire galaxy.
Merlin: *nods* Indeed. What sector was the ship captured in?
Vera: *names one in the galactic heart*
Hans: *slowly, as he turns the lesson sheets and creases them the other way* We're not familiar with that sector.
Merlin: *small frown* I am not too familiar with that sector, to be honest... but perhaps the IGP will know more. *going to try and contact the IGP*
Ee-Chirr: //George's fire furnace, you crack 'em, we rack 'em.//
Merlin: *blink* //Er... Pardon?//
Ee-Chirr: *soft squeal of surprise* //I'm sorry, friend, I thought you were my fiancé. This is Lt. Ee-Chirr of the IGP vessal Pretty Sailor, how may I help you?//
Merlin: //Lt. Ee-Chirr, this is Perceptor of the Autobots located on the planet Earth. I have received a report of a vessel which was ambushed and the majority of the crew abducted in *names the sector Greenlight told him*.//
Ee-Chirr: *just said something VERY un JD-like* //Those *children of unmarried parents* Elite! What was the vessel?//
Merlin: Greenlight, what was the name of the ship?
Vera: It was the Iron Hope, sir.
Hans: *sucks in breath* Ordnance's ship.
Merlin: *very surprised, even as he relays the information*
Ee-Chirr: //Please hold, friend.// *few angry cat sounds escape before the connection goes to music*
Merlin: *to Vera and Hans* The IGP has been contacted. I am currently on hold with them.
Hans: *nods his understanding... even as he tears the sheets in his hands in half*
Merlin: *too polite to comment on that* Hans, have you met the creche?
Hans: Hmmm? Oh. Some of the little ones came to talk to me when I last visited the local base. *slight smile* Optimus' daughter bit me.
Merlin: Oh, goodness. I trust you were not injured?
Hans: *shrugs* She's a little baby. *another absent tear for the papers*
Vera: *notices that and meeps* Hans, what are you doing?
Hans: *blinks at her, and then looks at his hands* Whoops.
Merlin: And I trust you have met the Dinobots?
Hans: *guilty look of apology* Yes. Sandra showed me how to squash melted marshmallows.
Merlin: *patpat, soft chuckle* And Sarah and Simon were likely supplying the marshmallows?
Hans: *amusement flickers in his eyes* They were holding Sven down and getting marshmallow out of his hair.
Merlin: *fond headshake* And knowing Greg, he was likely being exuberantly boisterous nearby?
Hans: I think Maeve was sitting on him. *smile just a little larger*
Merlin: *more chuckle* She is very much an honorary Dinobot.
Hans: Destiny was the one roaring and biting people.
Merlin: ... Oh, goodness! *wasn't expecting to hear that!*
female voice: //Hello, friend, are you there?//
Merlin: *perk* //Yes, I am present.//
woman: //This is Captain Ryan. Could you give me the exact details about the missing ship, and the time it was taken?//
Eee-Chirr: *in the background* //*yowwwwl SNISS!*//
Merlin: //One moment. I have one of the crew who witnessed its capture present.// *to Greenlight* May I patch you into the call, Greenlight?
Vera: Y... yes. *nods, though the sadness has returned to her expression and posture*
Hans: *supportive hand on her shoulder*
Merlin: *transforms and offers his wrist port*
Vera: *also transforms, to display wear consistent with an inadequate diet* *slight frown as she picks her wire port open and then carefully unspools the wire*
Perceptor: *gently* //Greenlight was one of the few who was not captured, Captain Ryan.//
Captain Ryan: //How did you evade capture, Greenlight?//
Greenlight: *softly, as she makes the connection* //May I transmit a report?//
Captain Ryan: *sound of swift tapping* //Of course, friend. Ready for transmission.//
Greenlight: *closes her eyes and sends the concise and detailed report*
Captain Ryan: *more tapping* //I wish some of my people could write reports like this.//
Eee-Chirr: //*growl*//
Perceptor: *transmits comfort to Greenlight*
Greenlight: *thanks and the sudden clamping down on something for which she feels guilty*
Perceptor: *slight headtilt at that spurt of guilt. Concerned*
Greenlight: //No. I cannnot tell anyone.//
Captain Ryan: //This is going to need some looking into, friends. Can we get back to you?//
Perceptor: //Ah... Yes, Captain Ryan.//
Greenlight: *softly* //Of course, Captain. Thank you for your time.//
Captain Ryan: *in that warm and gentle JD way* //It's no problem, friend. I'm doing my job.//
Perceptor: *trying so hard not to fuss over you, Greenlight. He can SEE you are in need of a visit to Rachel!*
Greenlight: *soft and gracious words to the kindly JD captain, then a silence and a poke to Perceptor* *he hasn't said good bye and thank you*
Perceptor: *startles* //Oh, yes, thank you for your assistance, Captain Ryan. Safe travels on your course.//
Captain Ryan: //Thank you, friend. Please tell Emelia hello for me and Lt. Ee-Chirr.//
Perceptor: //I shall do so, Captain.//
Captain Ryan: *gentle click*
Greenlight: *blocks the guilt again*
Perceptor: *will carefully remove Greenlight's cable from his port, to spare her further embarrassment* *gently* Perhaps it would be wise to visit Rachel...
Greenlight: *looks up quizzically* Who is Rachel?
Perceptor: *blink, remembers himself* Rachel Ruteger is the local alias Ratchet utilizes.
Greenlight: *face brightens* Oh, it's so good to hear that Ratchet is still with us.
Hans: *gently, as he steps over to put his arms around her* Ratchet is mother to most of the sparklets that we were just talking about.
Greenlight: *blinks, and then hides her face in her hands*
Hans: *soothing sounds. So much concern on his face*
Greenlight: *cries quietly and despite herself*
Perceptor: *will transform and offer comfort as well*
Greenlight: *softly* I'm sorry. I just...
Hans: We know. You're safe now.
Merlin: *gently* Perhaps spending some time amongst friendly company is advisable?
Hans: Gerard will make sure that Perpetua stays out of trouble.
Merlin: ... Perhaps it would be wise to extend the invitation to Gerard and Perpetua as well.
Hans: Oh alright. *slight sideways glance that changes to wide-eyed surprise*
Merlin: Hans? Is aught amiss?
Hans: Er. *shares a feed of a raving Gerard pausing in mid angry rant at Perpetua to ask if she wants a cheese pretzel*
Merlin: 0_0
Hans: Gerard only feeds people that he likes...
Merlin: Goodness...
Greenlight: *restless movement, and then she's pushing away from the men* I should transform.
Hans: *distracted from brainbreak* Oh. Of course. *steps back*
Merlin: *nods and steps back to give Greenlight room to transform*
Greenlight: *swift transformation and then a hopeful look from one to the other*
Hans: *reaches to hold her elbow* I'll take you to Rachel now. *looks to his friend* Merlin, will you report to Patrick?
Merlin: *nods* I shall do so.
Hans: Thank you. *smiles, and then PINpoints Vera away*
Merlin: *goes to report to Patrick about what happened*
Patrick: *pinches bridge of nose and gently baps himself on the head with the 'Everafter High' book he'd been reading* I need to stock up on rotten fruit.
Merlin: Or perhaps gummi fruit. I must return to work, however. I need to print out additional materials.
Patrick: No. The guy who said we need to live in interesting times deserves rotten fruit. *opens a drawer* The gummies are mine. *gives a packet to Merlin anyway* Keep me updated.
Merlin: I shall endeavor to do so, sir. *will take the packet and head back to his office to recycle those poor torn up lesson sheets and replace them*
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