mtmtearth. Jurassic World. Honeymoon Start

[dens_extra_pups]

Claire: *holding Brutus cradled in her hands as she lectures easily about dinosaurs from Earth and Terra and the various sizes that they came in. Doesn't really notice when a petite black-haired woman slips into the back of the group around her, but she does notice when a tiny cheep electrifies Brutus*

Brutus: *just stopped peeking cutely over Host's fingers and started calling to the girl he just heard. So much calling! Where are you, girl?*

Claire: Oh... Brutus, what's wrong? *smiles at the group* Excuse me, it seems Brutus has heard something that excites him. *lifts the little pet up to her face and murmurs to him soothingly*

Brutus: *tiny foot on Host's face. So peep!*

Belinda: *is that answering peep from the shoulder of her Host*

Mira: *quietly* The *bleep*, Belinda?

Claire: *suddenly aware of the other peeping, and the shifting attention and excited conversation of the crowd* Oh my goodness. Where did you get a glimmersprite?

Mira: *cautiously* She was a gift. Where'd you get yours?

Claire: As I was explaining, some of our dinosaurs come from the planet Terra. We were visited by natives of that world, and Brutus was one of the animals that they gave to us. *is absently cuddling the excited little pet against her face as she speaks*

Belinda: *so much peeping*

Mira: Huh. I know those guys. They're dorks.

Claire: *ahem* *walks over to stand by the girl* You said that your glimmersprite was a gift?

Brutus: *so peep, wriggle peep*

Mira: Yeah. From a kid.

Claire: *hesitantly, as she holds Brutus where he can interact with the other little glimmersprite* A human child?

Mira: *as Belinda peeps and tries to clean Brutus' face* Naw. Autobot. Kid's named Fireflight.

Claire: *quick glance around, but she can see that the crowd's been distracted by one of the raptors licking the window of the visitor's centre* *to the young lady* Would you like to come to my office?

Mira: *quick glance to the window, snort. Attention back on Claire* Sure. Lead the way.

Claire: *nods and smiles her uncertain smile, but brings Brutus close to her chest despite his protests and turns to walk to her office* What has gotten into you? ...You're as bad as your father.

Brutus: *PEEPMENT!*

Mira: *snerk* Guy sees a pretty lady'a his sort'a people, tends ta lose his mind. *follows Claire as Belinda peeps excitedly*

Claire: *startled glance as she pauses so that the girl can walk beside her* Is that the problem?

Mira: Seen it often enough, 'n experienced it firsthand with my lard*aft*. 

Brutus: *sees the pretty girl. CUTES*

Belinda: *SO MUCH PEEPING!*

Claire: *stern and disapproving look for the language* I beg your pardon?

Brutus: *tries to wriggle so that the pretty girl can see how healthy and strong he is. Such peep*

Mira: My guy. He's a self-proclaimed lardo. *smirk* Good guy ta have watchin' yer six though.

Belinda: *much peep! Host, let her go to the pretty guy, plz!*

Claire: I... see. *stops in front of her office door and juggles excited pet as she tries to get a hand free to key in the code* Oh! Brutus... Stop IT!

Brutus: *didn't even hear Host*

Belinda: *makes her Host cuss as she slips free of the hands holding her. Gonna climb the lady that is the pretty boy's Host*

Claire: *eek sounds, and then there's a flash of movement and the black-haired girl will find herself with both tiny dinos* Ugh.

Mira: *can't help but laugh. Will send Ordnance an image of Claire's expression*

Claire: *reproving Look for the glimmersprites, and then automatically unruffles as she turns and gets the door open* *hesitant peek, but nothing's out of place. Walks in* So this is my office. Won't you have a seat?

Brutus: *cuddles. Loves. Croons*

Mira: *moves to sit down, will make sure the glimmersprites aren't squished*

Belinda: *much grooming and happy peeping*

Brutus: *suddenly remembers something. Oh! he has a nest. Will take you to see the nest, pretty girl!* *moves to squirm out of the hands of the pretty girl's host* *so peep*

Claire: *settles in her own seat and frowns toward this new explosion of fuzzy dino excitement* *mutter* Just like his father...

Mira: *snorts and sets Belinda and Brutus loose on the desk*

Belinda: *much peep, will follow you to your nest, pretty boy!*

Brutus: *on the desk, yay! Nuzzles the pretty girl and then scoots toward the coffee mug that says "Sexy *beep*"*

Claire: *had just been going to hide that mug as she realized what it said* Whoops. Oh...

Mira: *snort* Lady, I've seen worse.

Belinda: *peeps and beetles after the pretty boy*

Claire: *prim and embarrassed smile* It was my boyfriend's mug... *as the little green glimmersprte climbs in and then peeks out and calls* But now Brutus thinks it's his.

Mira: *as Belinda peeps and scrabbles to join Brutus in the mug* Like I said, I've seen worse. Crazy, rich inventors have scrappy taste in mugs. *nod*

Claire: Crazy... rich...? *bewildered expression that politely asks for an explanation*

Mira: I know Tony Stark. *smirk* I'm kinda the bane of his existence. Name's Mira Laguardia. Me 'n my guy're the nutbars that rented the skybox for two weeks.

Claire: *eyes widen with surprise and understanding as she realizes she's looking at the eccentric millionaire who is known for climbing New York's landmarks* Oh. And... you know the Autobots. Well... *tries to think of what to say*

Mira: *shrug* I jes' know the 'Bots in passin'. Bates knows 'em better.

Claire: *uncertainly* Bates? *kind of feels like she does when Owen is in full idea mode. Steamrolled by personality*

Mira: The lawyer who got this place listed as a wildlife preserve. You'd know her by sight. She's kinda... interestin'.

Claire: Ohhhh. Of course. *slight blush at her own slowness* Miss Bates. You know her. *winces at sounding so stupid*

Mira: I used ta work with 'er.

Claire: You're in law?

Mira: Usedta be an Avenger. I quit 'cause'a reasons.

Claire: *silent gobsmack*

Mira: But Ordnance 'n I need ta know where ta go ta get ta the skybox.

Claire: *finely, faintly* Please don't tell Owen.

Ordnance: //Found the guy that runs the place. He's an Avengers fan.//

Mira: *slight cringe* Think my guy found 'im first...

Claire: *more stare, and then puts her head down on the desk and murmurs a prayer*

Mira: //Kinda feel sorry for the gal with the glimmersprite...//

Ordnance: *laughter in his voice* //Huh?//

Mira: *sends him an image* //She's prayin'. 'Cause Owen's a fanboy.//

Ordnance: //...Don't get it. You want some of this dino jerky in the honeymoon suite?//

Mira: //Dino jerky?//

Ordnance: //Yeah. They got it here in the souvenir shop. All kindsa flavours.//

Mira: //Ooo. Yeah.// *to Claire* So how do we get ta the skybox?

Claire: *forces herself to sit up and smile* Ah... Owen will guide you to the base of the mountain, since you said you didn't need anyone with you during the climb. *absently checks on glimmmersprites and finds them a conked out ball of little sleepy moving sides*

Mira: *small nod* 'N would it be alright ta leave Belinda here with you?

Claire: *surprise* Ah... may I ask why?

Mira: 'Cause Ordnance 'n I ain't gonna be able ta tell up from down fer awhile.

Claire: *sternness replaces despair* You do know that alcohol isn't allowed anywhere in in the park except the hotel suites and bar?

Mira: *snerk* We got that taken care'a before we came out here. *serious in an instant* 'N booze ain't what I'm talkin' about.

Claire: *slightly sideways look* Mind altering drugs other than caffeine aren't allowed anywhere on the island.

Mira: *snort* Ain't talkin' about that sorta scrap, either.

Claire: *expression sharpens slightly at the oath you just used* Then... what are you speaking about?

Mira: Ordnance 'n I are gonna be honeymoonin'. *seriously* We're sorta like the Autobots, but sorta not.

Claire: *uncertainly* Can you explain?

Mira: C'n do better than that. *moves to get up* I c'n show ya

Claire: *apprehensive look* *blurts softly* I'm scared.

Mira: Don't gotta be. Jes' don' yell. *once she's clear of the chair, she'll transform*

Claire: *short shriek, and then slaps her hand over her mouth. Eyes are huge*

Mira: Fer the love'a... *rolls optics as her winglets flick*

Claire: *quietly* You're one of them.

Mira: Sorta. Ordnance 'n me? We're called Microns.

Claire: M... microns. *nods as though absorbing an important fact, but her eyes are still huge*

Mira: 'N most'a the Microns on Earth were born here. We're jes' here ta learn somethin', but thing is, none'a us really know what that 'somethin' is suppose'ta be.

Claire: *squeak* *and then she jumps and puts her hand to her heart as Owen gleefully bursts into the room*

Owen: Babe, you're never gonna believe what I just learned about that guy that rented the skybox! :D

Mira: *snort* Tol' 'er already. *smirk*

Owen: *blink blink. Grin widens* Hi, I'm Owen.

Claire: *face palm and mutter*

Mira: *ignoring you now, Claire* I'm Mira.

Owen: *blink blink and an "Oh wait!" expression* Oh, are you with... *points back through the door by way of completing the question*

Claire: *death glare for Owen*

Mira: Lardo? *grin* Yup. That's my guy.

Owen: *sadness in his eyes* Oh. Wow. I would never have guessed.

Claire: *killing you with her mind, Owen*

Mira: *snort* *transforms back to alt mode* So you're the guy ta talk to about where ta go ta get ta the skybox, then?

Owen: *has noticed that there's pink in the mug with the usual green and is distracted from flirting and endangering his life by concern for his littlest pet* Uh, yeah. That's me. *frowns into the mug*

Claire: *brightly* Miss Laguardia would like us to babysit her glimmersprite while she and her fiancé are busy.

Mira: Belinda likes yer glimmersprite. *grin*

Owen: *amazed disbelief as he lifts the mug and looks inside more closely* There are two of 'em squished in there?

Mira: Yup. *chuckles*

Owen: Wow. Does yours have any allergies or anything? *doesn't take eyes from the little sleepers*

Mira: Not that I've noticed.

Owen: *remembers to look to Claire for her opinion*

Claire: *slightly mollified by this* I don't think it'll be any trouble.

Owen: *attention back to the cup'o dino* No separation anxiety?

Mira: *snort* She's used ta bein' passed around, 'n she likes ta ride in her little drone copter... *more snort* 'N she likes divebombin' my guy when she's ridin' in that thing.

Owen: I don't think Claire has time to play with a drone, but she's welcome to help Brutus with his daily stuff.

Ordnance: *looks into the office, and then pokes Mira on the butt with his toe*

Mira: *startled squawk!*

Claire: *reflexive shriek*

Owen: *looking back and forth between the women, his expression asking what they're on*

Mira: *turns and swats at Ordnance*

Claire: *hand over her heart as she gives Owen a stern look*

Owen: *grins and sets the mug down, then turns to look at the scowling Mira and the guffawing Ordnance* So, do you want to start out now?

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