ToS. S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ. Family Reunions

[dens_extra_pups]

Ordnance: *laying in his hospital bed, his pale face intent as he plays with something sitting on his belly* *doesn't look up as Mira comes in*

Mira: *very grumpy that she wasn't allowed to meet her new family member right away, will sulk muchly as she returns to Ordnance's side*

Ordnance: *gentle poke for the thing on his belly, which squeaks with a tiny voice*

Mira: ... The scrap? *looks*

Ordnance: *finally looks up, and then moves his hand to show her a tiny orange kitten* Streiten gave me a fuzzy thing.

kitten: *too young to be weaned, she sits there and tries unsuccessfully to wash her face*

Mira: Aww. It's kinda cute.

Ordnance: *shows her an empty bottle* You plug this in to fuel it.

kitten: *sees bottle and tries to pounce. Winds up sliding off Ordnance's belly*

Mira: *awks and reaches to catch the tiny thing*

kitten: *little wriggles as she looks up at her with uncertain blue eyes*

Ordnance: I just recharged it. *thoughtful frown at the fuzzball*

Mira: *frowning as she carefully tucks the tiny thing back in with Ordnance* It is cute...

Ordnance: *offers bottle and watches the kitten chew on it* ...She wants solid fuel?

Mira: *frowwwwn* Didn't Streiten give instructions?

Ordnance: Yeah. He said ta give it the fuel in the bottle. *startle* Ouch?

kitten: *nomma nice finger. Teefs is growing! Someday! Soon! Really!*

Mira: *gonna try and discourage finger nommage* Sheesh.

Ordnance: It's like your dad when he stayed up too long.

Mira: *very soft snerk, will duck her head a little, letting her hair fall over her face as she studies the tiny thing*

kitten: *will now nom on own paw! nom nom nom*

Mira: Why are you chewing on your pede? *will try and stop that, too*

kitten: *waves other little paw, purring loudly even as she wrinkles her little nose in an attempted mean face*

Mira: ... *snerk*

Ordnance: *slowly* ...Bet she's tired.

kitten: *wiggle wiggle flail*

Mira: Don't seem like it. *offers the creature to you, Ordnance*

Ordnance: *takes tinycat and sets it on his chest, then covers it with his hand. Watches as the wiggles die down, then peeks at sleeping scrap of fluff* *looks up at Mira*

Mira: *doing her usual "I can't sit still" actions, is fidgeting and tapping her foot. If she had winglets in this mode, they'd be twitching*

Streiten: *taps the door and then comes in* Did she drink it all?

Mira: 'Parently. *nods to Ordnance*

Ordnance: *offers bottle* She was chewin' on herself.

Streiten: Kittens do that. Just don't let her eat anything other than her milk.

Ordnance: You're the doc. *looks at tiny sleeper*

Mira: *fidget, fidget, transform*

Streiten: *frowns at her* Why aren't you on that bed?

Mira: Found out 'bout a new sister. *winglets flick*

Streiten: So?

Mira: She's made from part'a my ma.

Streiten: And she's new. She's got to settle in before she sees a lot of people. *points to the bed*

Mira: *grumbles, but moves to comply*

Streiten: *blanket. Tuck tuck tuck!* Good night. *door, taking the empty bottle with him*

Mira: *frowwwn* Whoever taught him to tuck people in taught him too well. *kinda mummified here*

Ordnance: *just turns toward her sleepily and sets the kitten on her chest* Y'say that ever... every night.

Mira: Don' make it any less true. *trying, yet again, to free herself from the blanket cocoon*

kitten: *snuggles and lets out sleeping baby magic*

Ordnance: *deep rumble of a yawn* Sleepy...

Mira: *muttering about the cocoon, even as she starts to nod off*

Ordnance: *protective hand over the kitten, and then the big man's out like a light*

Mira: *soft little sigh as she succumbs to the sleeping baby magic from the kitten, and Ordnance's own brand of sleeping baby magic*


11 AM


Optimus: *lifts the ceiling of Ordnance's room and looks in*

Streiten: *looks over from where he's sitting nearby tending the kitten* You're waking them up.

Optimus: *grunts*

Mira: *doesn't want to wake up as readily as she normally does, it seems*

Ordnance: *bleary blinking* ...?

Optimus: *offers phone* Here. Be as rude as possible.

Ordnance: o.O? *awake now as he takes the phone*

Optimus: *grimly* Michael Bay.

Mira: *groggy muttering. No, it's not in any human language, and no, it's not polite*

Ordnance: *sudden disbelieving grin as he takes the phone. Thinks a moment, and then lets out the rudest sound he knows how to make*

Mira: *soft laughing*

Ordnance: *BRRRAAAP!!!*

Mira: *shaking with laughter... At least until the shaking causes a sound similar to a backfire*

Ordnance: *snerks and hangs up the phone*

Mira: *dazedly* That told 'im.

Ordnance: *sudden pause and a blink* Wait. Optimus...? *looks up just as the ceiling closes* Whoa.

Mira: *quiet* Bhuh? *a bit cross-eyed as she frowns at the ceiling*

door: *pops open, and then a tiny form is climbing into the bed with them and snuggling confidently as she sets the kitten on Ordnance's belly*

kitten: *happy. Has her new mama, will nom nom her paw and look around*

Ordnance: Fuzzy! *happy!*

Mira: *confused sound*

Kriti: *looks up at her with quizzical blue eyes* Bubby.

Mira: ...Sister. *and she's kind of warmer than she should be*

Kriti: *little hands on girl Bubby's face as she looks at her closely*

Mira: *all those weeks of worrying about Ordnance, and stressing over other things? Yeah, they've caught up with her*

Kriti: *looking at how girl Bubby is functioning, and trying to make her function right*

Mira: *wincing now* *mumble* Gonna hurl.

Kriti: *deep frown, and then turns girl Bubby's head away from the big guy with the fuzzy*

Ordnance: *is pressing the call button*

Ratchet: *hurrying in. ...Just in time to see Mira urk*

Kriti: *very gravely* *beep*.

Ordnance: 6_6?

Mira: *shaking as she circulates*

Ratchet: *will get things to clean up the urk, then come back to scan Mira, pausing as he gets a good look at Kriti*

Kriti: *points to him* Bubby.

Ordnance: *with anxiety that would have once been alien to him* I didn't teach her that cussword.

Ratchet: *to Ordnance* No, I think she learned that from Ironhide. *to Kriti, as he places a hand on his chest* Uncle.

Kriti: Unca. Okay. *pat pat Mira* Sissy BLARK.

Ratchet: *small nod of agreement, will scan Mira, frowning as he sees how stressed she is* No signs of a virus... *frowwwwwning and trying to pinpoint why the tiny woman is so sick*

Kriti: *sudden frustrated little flail as she calls for Bubby. She's trying to explain what's wrong with Sissy, and Uncle can't hear her!*

Ratchet: *startled sound at the flail*

Legacy: *on his way over!*

Kriti: *gives Ratchet a serious stink eye* Bubby talk.

Mira: *quiet little clicks, tries to move closer to Ordnance*

Ratchet: *not sure he understands* Ah...

Legacy: *bit of a squeak as he slides on the floor a little* I'm here!

Kriti: *pleased little sound* Bubby talk. *tells Bubby all about what's wrong with Sissy*

Ordnance: *holding his kitten and snuggling his bed mates*

Legacy: *listening to Kriti explain, then he'll nod and relay it to Ratchet* She made herself sick worrying about the people she cares about most.

Kriti: *little parrot* She made herself sick worrying about the people she careabout most.

Ratchet: ... *soft sigh, will move to get a sedative tab out of one of his storage compartments after he transforms* Well, now, she's going to rest, and she's going to stay on bed rest until she's recovered.

Kriti: *little frown* *Sissy wanted Kriti, but now Kriti is here, and Sissy's being sick!* *peeved bitty!*

Legacy: *moves to hug Kriti* *Mira didn't mean to get sick, Bitty. Sometimes, grownups do silly things like worry too much, and they also sometimes don't pay attention to the signs their bodies are giving them to slow down and rest. Mira loves the big peep she's snuggled against very much, and he wasn't feeling well for a long time, so she's been worrying and worrying about him*

Kriti: *climbs over to get the Bubby hug* *so Sissy doesn't need Kriti right now? Kriti can go?*

Legacy: *right now, Mira needs rest, but she loves you very much, Bitty, and when she's feeling better, she'll be wanting to spend time with you. Maybe go check on your Papa and Mama, or Uncle Jazz and Aunty Prowl?*

Mira: *quiet little sound as she's tagged with the tab, then she's sighing quietly as she slips into an uneasy sleep*

Kriti: *Papa's washing because Mama* BLARK *ed on him. Mama's laughing about it and trying not to* BLARK *again. Aunty is exercising after she bonked Uncle's head on the wall for bugging her. Uncle's sitting on the floor watching Aunty and laughing about it*

Legacy: *soft snerk* *and Uncle Optimus?*

Kriti: *tells Bubby all about Uncle Optimus' phone call*

Legacy: *doesn't like Michael Bay very much, either. Thinks his stories are stinky. Also thinks it's time for lunch, and that it will be nice to eat lunch with the soldiers again, because they do funny things at meal times*

Kriti: *tells Bubby about Uncle Optimus giving the phone to Sissy's big guy* *tells him all about it!*

Legacy: *soft snerk* *approves of what Uncle Optimus did* *asks if Bitty would like to go meet some of the soldiers with him?*

Kriti: *nod nod* *looks over at where the big guy is sleeping with his hand over his fuzzy thing*

Legacy: *Ordnance still needs lots of rest so he can get better, like Mira. He's a good fighter, even though he tells crummy jokes*

Kriti: *fuzzy is helping him and Sissy sleep*

Legacy: *nods* *the kitten is doing a very good job of that*

Kriti: *okay, wanna see the funny guys!* *little bounce*

Legacy: *soft chuckle, will move to bring Kriti to the mess hall for lunchtime shenanigans*

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