hsv. Mud Track. Family Reunions and A Rescue Part 1

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Torque: *wallowing gleefully through the deepest part of the mud track, all alone except for a petite blonde who is sitting happily in the old armchair that they found and put in his bed. He is coated in mud, his chair is covered in mud, and so is the blonde and her small but practical two-piece swimsuit*

Debbie: *laughing and cheering as she and Torque play in the mud. Is also filming this for her YouTube channel!*

Jazz: *hollers something cheerfully insulting from WAYYY over in the parking lot*

Debbie: *foot up!*

Torque: *still wallowing* She can't see the pink, Debs. There's too much mud.

Debbie: Awww. *will wipe the sole on Torque's bed and try again*

Jazz: *doubles over laughing, and then waves and walks off*

tall redhead: *stops where the silver bot had stood and shades her eyes to look out at the lone truck in the mud* Chrissy, do they have a LaZboy out there on that thing?

Chrissy: *shields her eyes from the sun with her hand* Looks lahk 't...

redhead: *amused and bemused* What the heck?

Chrissy: *shrug* Debbeh's weird.

redhead: *had just gone to sip her drink. But now she spits it onto Chrissy*

Chrissy: *awks and swats at her cousin* Dallas! Th't's cold!

Dallas: *absently, as she squints intensely toward the girl in the truck* Sorry. Do you know her last name? What colour's her hair?

Chrissy: 'Cordin' t' Jazz, th't's Debbeh Cake. 'N Ah th'nk 't's blonde? 'Ard t' tell, 'cause most'a th' tahm, 'f she's 'eah, she's covahed 'n mud.

Dallas: *more intent squinting, and then she sticks two fingers into her mouth and whistles the notes for "all clear, sound off"*

Debbie: *quick to respond with a whistle of her own*

Dallas: *piercing shriek of glee, and then she's stuffing her shoes into Chrissy's hands and heading for the mud*

Debbie: *whoop! Will climb out of Torque's bed and start running to meet her sister halfway*

Torque: *had totally missed the whistles, but now he's stopping short and transforming with his chair in his arms* Debs?

Dallas: *startled whoop at the transformation. Lands on her rear in the mud and sinks to past her waist*

Debbie: *facepalm* Torque, c'n ya pull mah sister outta th' mud?

Torque: Oh! That's Dallas? *extracts big feet out of the mud with massive squelches and tidal waves, then starts toward the red-haired woman*

Dallas: *cussing and wallowing as she tries to get up*

Debbie: Dal, fer th' love'a spit, hold still. Torque'll git ya out.

Chrissy: *shaking her head as she watches* Idjits.

Dallas: *can't hear for her own noise. Gives another whoop as she's suddenly air-born. Before she knows what's happened she finds herself seated on the battered old arm chair, which is now held in the big bot's arms*

Torque: Hi, I'm Torque. *grin*

Dallas: *stares. And spits out mud*

Debbie: D'ya got a change'a clothes, Dal?

Dallas: *looks down and dots* How'd you get over here so fast?

Torque: *also looks down* She talks funny.

Debbie: Ah know how t' move 'n th' mud.

Torque: *attention back to Dallas* Yup, she does. That's why she's the Mississippi Mudmaid.

Dallas: ...What? *slight squeak as her sister suddenly pops into sight over the side of the old chair and then joins her in it* *eyes pop wide* Debbie, what d' you have on?

Debbie: Mah muddin' clothes.

Dallas: ...Mud. *starts laughing* I knew you were nuts. *muddy hug*

Debbie: *laughs and hugs her sister*

Dallas: *squeezes her sister till she hears something squish with a farty sound* Eeep! *lets go*

Torque: *snickerfit*

Debbie: *facepalm*

Dallas: *snerk escapes as her eyes twinkle* Ma'd kick our *afts* for gettin' so muddy.

Debbie: There're showers...

Torque: Don't you have that one dress that's too big, too?

Dallas: *looks up at the big bot's face, and then back to Debbie* Uncle Jeb's here. I probably shouldn't go too far.

Debbie: What's 'is phone number?

Torque: We don't have to go far. Debbie just lives over there. *points*

Dallas: *absently recites a number as she follows the pointing finger, then frowns slightly as she tries to work out what the big guy's saying*

Torque: Just on the other side of the wall behind those stands.

Dallas: *blinks and looks at her sister*

Debbie: The boss put the fence that's around it to keep jerks from messing with it.

Dallas: What fence?

Torque: I'll show you! *turns to check for that other little blonde, and then walks over to offer her his hand* Want a ride?

Debbie: Torque'll get us there safely. *leans to see who Torque's talking to*

Chrissy: ... *amused snerk* D' y'u got Dallas up th're?

Torque: *grins* I have 'em both here in my chair.

Chrissy: *more snerk, will move to climb onto the big hand*

Torque: *gently cups his hand around her and then lifts her up toward his chair*

Chrissy: Th'nks. *will balance on the arm of the chair and hunker like an owl*

Torque: *worried expression as he looks at her, and then looks at Debbie for her opinion of the situation*

Dallas: *doesn't notice this* Chrissy, keep hold of my shoes? I just got the *beep* things and don't want them wrecked.

Chrissy: Ah got 'em, Dal. Quitcher fussin'. *no sign of wobbly or unsteadiness here, Torque!*

Debbie: *snort* Chrisseh balances on stuff goats fall off'a.

Dallas: What? Chrissy didn't even know you were family, but you know her?

Debbie: Ah talk t' Dixie 't potlucks.

Chrissy: ... Wait. *looks to Debbie* Y'u're famileh?

Dallas: *snort* This's my baby sister.

Chrissy: ... Y'ur babeh sistah's Debbie Cake, th' Mississippi Mud Queen?

Torque: Mississippi Mudmaid. You know, like a mermaid. *has turned and is walking through the mud toward the far corner of the track complex*

Dallas: What he said. *face has gone poker in her attempt to remain sober*

Chrissy: ... Wow.

Debbie: Ain't th't big'a deal.

Chrissy: Does Aunt Cass know y'u're th' Mudmaid?

Dallas: She didn't tell me if she did. She just said Debs had a nice place and was rooming with her best friend.

Torque: *rounds the wall behind the stands and points with his free hand to where a little grey and blue two-man backpacker's dome tent sits inside a yard of barbwire topped chain-link* Yup! See how nice it is?

Dallas: *expression says that something just crashed*

Chrissy: ...

Debbie: Beats campin' outta th' back'a th' car Ah 'ad b'f're. *nod*

Torque: *repeats what Debbie's said a few times in the past* Cars tie you down.

Dallas: *surprised and confused* No they don't.

Torque: *as he stops and carefully leans over the fence to gently set the chair down in its place* Sure they do. You can only go on the roads.

Debbie: Yup. 'N gas prices 're stupid expensive.

Dallas: *worry mode is go* You're strapped for cash?

Debbie: Not anehmoah. *grins at Torque*

Torque: *picks up the hose and puts his thumb in front of it even as he turns the water on* She helped me make the mud course, and think up all the games!

Debbie: *as she moves to get rinsed off* Torque 'n Ah 're travel buddehs now.

Torque: *sprays all three ladies and the chair they're on*

Dallas: *startled shriek at the low temperature of that water!*

Chrissy: *CUSS!*

Debbie: *headshake* Y'all need t' calm down.

Dallas: *trying to catch her breath as she's carefully sprayed with that cold water*

Debbie: *getting all the mud off. Once she's rinsed, she'll go get towels for her sister and cousin, as well as changes of clothes*

Chrissy: *drips and shivers and looks miserable*

Torque: *turns off the water, and then notices that Dallas is gasping* Awww. *big warm hands gently wrap around her*

Dallas: *warmth makes her chest muscles stop seizing up* *shivers* Debbie, you've got *moxie*.

Debbie: *towel on cousin's head* Ah'm jes' used t' 't. *grin*

Torque: Oh yeah. Zorro says to ask you if you'll count the towels. He's got to do inventory.

Debbie: Ah'll git 'im th' numbahs.

Dallas: Who's Zorro? *scrubbing herself with the towel, and making a rueful face at the wreck of the hair she worked so hard to make nice this morning*

Debbie: Th' boss. Zorro's 'is nickname. *grin*

Torque: *offers Debbie his hand* I'll bring you to get the clothes.

Dallas: *misses the nice big warm hands, but wraps one of the towels around her shoulders* Chrissy, what are you doing?

Chrissy: Peekin'. *is indeed peeking into the small crock by the door* Th're's pickles 'n 'eah.

Debbie: Ah make pickled veggehs. *moves to climb onto Torque's hand*

Torque: *grins* Yeah. The sauerkraut's almost ready. *carefully lifts his friend* We'll be right back.

Chrissy: *looks to Dallas* Sauerkraut?

Dallas: Liberty cabbage. That shredded stuff.

Chrissy: Ew.

Torque: *grins as he turns to walk away* It puts hair on your chest!

Dallas: *lost it. Is sitting on the ground, howling with laughter*

Chrissy: *shudder*

Debbie: *snickerfit*

Dallas: *sits up after a moment and looks at Chrissy, then gets up and looks into the crock by the tent door* *pulls out a pickled whole baby beet and then sees if she can't chase her young cousin with it* RAWER!

Chrissy: *squawks and runs!*

Dallas: *laughing so hard that she doesn't see that guy till she smacks into him* AGHH!

Hank: *knocked on butt, and lost hold of his transform* Oh, my stars and garters!

Dallas: *blinks at blue, furry guy. Rubs eyes. Looks again* 80

Pink-haired woman: *hurrying over to fuss over the blue, furry guy*

Chrissy: *doubled over laughing now*

Dallas: *uses her hand to shut her mouth* Are you *beep*ing kidding me?

Pink-haired woman: *massive stinkeye for you, Dallas. Will continue to fuss over the blue, furry guy in accented English*

Hank: *looks around from soothing his girlfriend as the woman who ran into him's voice raises to a squeal*

Dallas: That's HANK McCOY!

Pink-haired woman: *Look for the loud redhead*

Chrissy: *between laughing fits* Yup! 'N y'u dang neah flattened 'im! *still doubled over*

Dallas: HOW THE *BEEP* DO WE HAVE HANK McCOY???

Pink-haired woman: *MORE stinkeye* Why're ye so stunned stupid, ye *beep*?

Dallas: *blinks, then scowls* I read about him when I was six years old. In comic books.

Hank: *blush* I fear me I'm a top secret government secret, my dear.

Dallas: :/

Pink-haired woman: *much scowl* Aye. 'N ye'd best keep yer gob shut.

Dallas: *scowl goes black* Ah nevah w'ld'a figgered th't iff'n y'u hadn' told me, yer majesty.

Pink-haired woman: *rude hand gesture*

Dallas: *calls the pink-haired woman a female of another species. A stuck-up one*

Pink-haired woman: *retorts in a different language. Mun refuses to translate what was said*

Hank: *stupidly steps between women intent on mayhem* Ladies, please... OWWW!

Chrissy: *got over her laughing, is moving to help break up the fight*

Hank: *one hand to his eye, other hand holding his girlfriend by the arm* Kae Yau, love, please to calm yourself.

Kae Yau: *unprintable grumbling*

Chrissy: *bodily shoving Dallas back a few steps and telling her to calm the bleep down*

Dallas: *saying foul things about Kae Yau's ancestry and person*

Hank: *sharply* MISS, PLEASE! My lady has no knowledge of her parents, save that she has never met them.

Dallas: *startled into silence at that*

Hank: Thank you. *arm around Kae Yau and carries her off*

Dallas: ...Wh't th' *BEEEEEP* jes' happened?

Chrissy: Y'u slagged off Kae Yau.

Dallas: *looks at her cousin and dots* *then* Did she have pointy ears?

Chrissy: Yup. 'N pointy teeth.

Dallas: ...So Hank McCoy is really an alien?

Chrissy: *snort* Dunno 'bout th't.

horn: *goes off to show that the auto show and sale is starting*

((Written with random_xtras))

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