ToS. Various Locations. Homecomings Part 2

[dens_extra_pups]

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Legacy: *quietly* 'Ow come yer not answerin' bitty's questions?

Eric: ...She never asked me anything.

Legacy: ... Huh. *trying to make sense of this*

Chromia: She hasn't said a word...

Kriti: *Bubby wants more nom?*

Legacy: *going to try and sit up now* ... I think I know what's going on.

Eric: *arm over the seat back as he wriggles fingers at the little applesauce giver* Yeah?

Kriti: *okay!* *sauces the hand*

Eric: ... *shrugs and licks his hand*

Legacy: She's been asking, but not in a way anyone but me can hear.

Chromia: ... *soft snerk*

Eric: *frowns as he licks* What do you mean?

Legacy: I can hear her, and she can hear me... I'm pretty sure it's because of the Tesseract energy.

Eric: *frown*

Chromia: ... *raised brow*

Eric: *finally thinks of something to say* Can she understand us?

Legacy: I think so...

Kriti: *yeeeahhhh. More applesauce?*

Legacy: *quiet chuckle* She wants to know if you want more applesauce, 'Hide.

Eric: *leans over slightly* Can you say it out loud?

Kriti: ... ... ... o.0?

Legacy: *will try and explain as well as he can with images and memories*

Kriti: ... *seriously?*

Legacy: *small nod. Your papa and mama can't hear you the way he can, so they communicate out loud*

Kriti: Nom now! *little hand pats the sauce on Eric face*

Eric: ... .>.o

Legacy: *soft snerk*

Chromia: *can't help but laugh at that*

Eric: Thanks. *starts trying to eat the sauce*

Kriti: :)

Legacy: *so amused*

Kriti: Mama? Papa? *looks at Bubby. Who are the other two nice bigs?*

Legacy: *as he gets comfortable, he'll explain that the man is Uncle Jazz, and the lady is Aunty Prowl*

Kriti: ...

Eric: *vanishes under the assault of a wife who wants to kiss his applesauce-y cheek*

Legacy: *Aunty and Uncle are like Mama and Papa, but they don't live together the way Mama and Papa do* *soft snicker as he watches Chromia and Eric*

Jazz: *calls back* Hey, 'Hide, no makin out while I'm drivin'.

Eric: *get bent hand*

Prowl: Ironhide, don't teach that to Kriti.

Eric: *hand down!*

Kriti: ... *get bent!* :D

Legacy: *seriously, to Eric* You're doomed.

Chromia: ... *sigh* She'd have learned it from one of the soldiers anyway.

Kriti: *up and peeks over the seat back* *papa bed?*

Legacy: *gentle reminder to ask the question out loud*

Kriti: Papa... *looks at Bubby to see how that word's supposed to sound, since she only knows the feel*

Legacy: *helps with the pronunciation*

Kriti: *nod nod* *looks again* Papa bed?

Eric: ...

Legacy: *soft chuckle*

Chromia: *surprised snerk*

Kriti: *little head turns to watch a cop car* ...

Legacy: *attention on the cop car*

Kriti: *scoots on hands and knees over to the back of the van to watch the cop car. Why is he so lonely?*

Legacy: ... *quietly* Does he have a name, Kriti?

Kriti: *Streetwise*

Legacy: ... *will reach out to the cop car* *out loud* Does the name "Streetwise" ring any bells, guys?

Eric: *sits up from under his wife and looks at Legacy, then at Kriti* Yeah. Kid was...

Jazz: Streetwise? You feel 'im, Leggy? *eager looking in the rearview window*

Legacy: He's alive. *will try and direct Streetwise where to turn around safely*

Steetwise: *does the turn perfectly, and then puts on his lights as he speeds after the van*

Kriti: *waves through the back window!*

Legacy: *to Jazz* Slow down and pull over. *explaining to Streetwise what to do next*

Jazz: *drives neatly into the ditch and stops, then whips open the door and bounds out of the van*

Eric: *snort of amusement*

Legacy: ... *facepalming*

Prowl: *sighs and gets out after unbuckling* I'll go get him.

Streetwise: *tries to make his base model holoform respond as he wonders about this native running toward him*

Kriti: Bubby... *turns to look at Legacy*

Legacy: *small nod, will move to get out as well*

Prowl: *as she gets closer* At ease, Streetwise. *is calling this in to Optimus*

Streetwise: ...Were you the one that was talking to me?

Jazz: Streetwise, my man! It's me, Jazz!

Prowl: *headshake. Arm around Legacy once the little blond catches up to Jazz and herself* No, I wasn't.

Legacy: That was Kriti and me.

Streetwise: Jazz isn't human. *sounds so confused*

Legacy: *small smile* You're right. He's not. Is it alright if I touch you?

Kriti: *Bubby, Bubby! I help!*

Streetwise: ...Why? *uneasy and lonesome young bot*

Legacy: It will make it easier for me to explain things. *to Kriti: Bring Mama and Papa with you*

Kriti: *okay!*

Jazz: He's cool. He's good. *and Jazz is wibbling all over the place again*

Kriti: *scoots around approaching Eric legs and glomps the front of the car*

Streetwise: Meep! Baby... not human? Huh? *scans the others more closely* Whoa...

Legacy: *chuckles* Nope. Not human. Just human-looking. I'm the only human in the group. *will move to gently rub Kriti's back, and to put a gentle hand on your hood, Streetwise*

Streetwise: *slight flinch at the hand on his hood, but forces himself to be still*

Legacy: *soothing clicks. Someone's been listening to Eclipse and William again. Will explain what's going on as well as he can, using images and feelings*

Streetwise: *soaks up the information, then meeps softly at something he just felt from the little sparklet*

Eric: *just got Jazz in a headlock as he watches, to help the guy feel better*

Legacy: *curious glance to Kriti*

Kriti: *holds up two little fingers* Bubby. *knows where a girl bubby and a boy bubby are*

Legacy: *surprised* Kriti knows where two of your siblings are, Streetwise.

Streetwise: I... I felt that. But how?

Legacy: *will explain that as well* She's like me... A vessel for the energies of an unimaginably powerful artifact called the Tesseract. It manifests itself in many different ways. In me... *deep breath and squares his shoulders, because he knows what he's about to say sounds absolutely crazy* It lets me bring those who are standing on the edge of planes of existence to this plane. In Kriti...

Kriti: Okay! *uses Bubby's thing*

Streetwise: *doesn't even have time to gasp before he's squishy*

Eric: *bleeeep!* *drops Jazz on his face and hurries to get clothes for the dark-haired guy sitting in the long weeds of the ditch*

Legacy: ... *one with his facepalm*

Streetwise: ...I didn't want to be naked!

Prowl: *turns her back, because she's learned it's considered impolite in most human societies to observe another person in a state of undress*

Chromia: *excuse her, she's going to crack up while she moves to help Eric get the clothes*

Legacy: That wasn't me. If it was, you wouldn't need clothes. *covering his eyes, at least*

Jazz: *as he sits up* Bitty! He's nudie!

Kriti: *studiously blank expression for Uncle Jazz*

Legacy: *will explain as well as he's able*

Kriti: *frowwwwns as Jazz goes into the ditch to offer his jacket* *Streetwise didn't ask for clothes*

Legacy: *calmly explaining that it's just nice to give clothes with the change, because sometimes people show up and are worrying about enough already*

Kriti: *oh. Didn't want to give what wasn't wanted* *watches Eric go past with some of Uncle Jazz's clothes*

Legacy: *snugglesquish for the little girl. You didn't know, so no harm, no foul*

Kriti: *snuggles, but then looks up at him questioningly and shows him the picture of a dark-haired small woman who wants to see her badly*

Legacy: *blinks. Is the lady close-by?*

Kriti: *shakes her head and shows him the headquarters in DC*

Legacy: *soft chuckle. Will explain who the dark-haired lady is. She's your older sister, Bitty*

Kriti: *big eyes* *girl bubby?*

Legacy: *nods* *Just don't repeat the bad words she sometimes says. If you're going to repeat someone saying bad words, make sure it's the ones your Papa says*

Kriti: *concentrates hard and sends Mira a databurst of Kriti going "get bent!"*

Mira: *startled squawk, and then laughter over comms*

Kriti: *shares this with Bubby, but then looks worriedly into the ditch as she realizes that Streetwise is crying quietly on Uncle Jazz's shoulder*

Legacy: *moves to bring Kriti over to give hugs, even as Prowl and Chromia do likewise*

Kriti: *Streetwise feels overwhelmed by all the loving fussings?* *ducks under big arms and latches onto his leg*

Legacy: *quietly* Let's go home.

Eric: *concerned scowl of surprise* You wanted to go to the fair over there.

Legacy: *quietly and firmly* There will be other chances. Right now, Streetwise needs time to adjust, and friends close by.

Eric: Kriti needs a doll.

Kriti: *looks up. Kriti needs whatnow?*

Legacy: *dollkid out of pocket and offered to Kriti, along with explanations*

Kriti: *studies the little yarn doll without taking it, and then puts her hand into her own pocket and pulls out a handful of Lego men*

Legacy: ... *soft snerk*

Kriti: *studies the little plastic items that she heard Uncle Jazz talking about while he was driving* *decides she likes them*

Streetwise: *quiet answers to questions as he's lead back toward the van*

Legacy: *small nod, will move to bring Kriti to the van as well*

Kriti: *soft squeak and holds onto her Lego men as Papa scoops her up and sits her on his shoulder* Up! O_O

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