ToS. Various Locations. Homecomings Part 3

[dens_extra_pups]

Continued from here.



Legacy: *soft chuckle* *yes. Now you can see all around you. Your Papa won't let you fall*

Kriti: *silly Bubby, Kriti can't fall* *Kriti can, however, mess Papa's hair up while she explores the texture*

Legacy: *your Papa doesn't know that, and it makes him feel more like a Papa to carry you*

Eric: *pats the little legs he's holding and turns to stride toward the van*

Kriti: *happy! But then frowns and looks at Chromia a moment before that lady feels a need to lose her lunch*

Legacy: *startles badly* 0_0

Kriti: Papa! *points to Mama*

Eric: *has stopped and is frowning with concern as he scans his wife* ...She's not sick.

Kriti: *shakes her head* Bitty!

Eric: ...

Legacy: *listening intently. See how his eyes are glowing, Eric?* *quietly* She's morning sick.

Eric: *deep, shaky breath* You get a baby brother or sister, Kriti.

Kriti: 0_0

Legacy: *still quiet* A little sister.

Kriti: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! *databursts this to Mira*

Chromia: *much wincing, is reminded of Sharpshot the one time she saw the former singer get really excited about something*

Kriti: Bitty. Little sister. *happy bounce*

Legacy: She'll be new tech, like you.

Kriti: *stops in mid bounce to give Bubby a funny look as she wonders if he's saying this so that Papa and Mama know*

Eric: *standing there with a little hand clenched in his hair as he watches his wife and waits to see if she needs help*

Chromia: *still kind of doubled over, is taking deep breaths and feeling a bit miserable now*

Legacy: *will go get her some water*

Jazz: *standing on the running board as Legacy comes over, his concerned frown aimed toward the ditch* What's up, Leggy?

Legacy: Chromia isn't feeling well. But it's not anything bad. *small smile as he retrieves a bottle of water*

Jazz: ... Do we get preggers?

Legacy: It seems so.

Jazz: *face brightens up in relief* *softly* Whadder ya glowin' for?

Legacy: *blink blink* I am?

Jazz: You are. So's Bitty.

Legacy: ... Scrap. *will grab his sunglasses. Knows it's not safe for him to show so obviously that he's not a standard human*

Kriti: *putting her toys back into her pocket* *pauses and looks toward Bubby, and suddenly her eyes are only bright blue*

Legacy: ... *felt that change... and is very confused by it*

Kriti: *sleepy is. Puts her little cheek down on Eric's head and conks out*

Legacy: *sunglasses on. Will move to bring Chromia the bottle of water*

Chromia: *breathing slowly and deeply, will look up when Legacy offers the bottle. Despite her darker skintone, she looks a little pale*

Eric: *rustle in the weeds as he walks up with Kriti cradled in one brawny arm. Other hand gently pulls his wife away from the mess and up onto the shoulder of the road closer to Legacy, and then holds her close*

Legacy: *seriously* And the baby is another reason to go home.

Chromia: *once she's comfortably situated in Eric's embrace, she'll accept the bottle and drink slowly*

Eric: *gentle rumble* You're going behind the seat with the younglings.

Chromia: *small nod*

Legacy: We're going home. *and he's kind of sounding spaced out*

Eric: *nudges Legacy with his knee* Behind the seat. Now.

Legacy: *small nod, will start heading that way*

Prowl: Eric, you should lay with them, too.

Eric: No room. *herding his wife and kids toward the van with loving tyranny*

Prowl: *doesn't believe you on that, Eric. But she'll turn her attention to making sure Streetwise is buckled into a seat safely, and that he's feeling better*

Eric: *opens the back doors and gets Kriti settled nearest the seats, then tucks Chromia in before he lifts Legacy up and tucks him in too. Boots all get tossed at Jazz*

Jazz: *catches shoes and sticks 'em under seats*

Eric: *gently closes the back doors and comes around to the side. Leans down to reach under the seat for something else*

Jazz: *kicks his aft into the van and starts sliding the side door shut. Also cackles*

Eric: *hits the button on his PINpoint while Jazz is still on the running board*

Jazz: *urks on Cade as they appear in the car pool*

Prowl: *did NOT like that. Is trying to keep from urking, herself*

Jazz: What the *deleted*, 'Hide!

Eric: *opens the door and crawls out of the van, then pauses and looks down at Cade's feet* *turns and goes back into the van*

Streetwise: *weak snerk as he tries to unclench a death grip on the seat*

Prowl: *holding onto the seat in front of her and taking deep breaths. Her knuckles are white*

Cade: ...I'm gonna go clean my feet now. *turns on his heel and walks off*

Optimus: *strides in a moment later, carefully picks up the van and its occupants, and moves them away from the mess*

Prowl: *quietly* Thank you, Optimus.

Eric: *foot comes out and boots Jazz off the running board*

Jazz: *undignified-sounding squawk as he faceplants on the floor*

Optimus: ... *picks Jazz up and sets him on his feet*

Eric: *gentle booting of Streetwise out of the van*

Streetwise: *looks around, then looks up* 0_o?

Jazz: *picking himself up off the floor* Not all'a us got the new tech.

Eric: *ejects Prowl*

Prowl: *catches her balance and gives Eric a Look that promises retribution in the future*

Eric: *slides the door shut. Can be heard moving around and flipping down the back seat before falling silent*

Optimus: He's gone to bed with his family.

Streetwise: *rubs his head and feels a little overwhelmed*

Prowl: *small nod* Understandable. He did just become a father earlier today... And soon, he and Chromia will have another child to care for.

Jazz: *on his feet and moving to give Streetwise another hug. Will also quietly talk about getting a bed set up and blankets*

Optimus: *quietly* Chromia's spark has also budded?

Prowl: *small nod* *just as quietly* Legacy and Kriti indicated as much. A female sparklet.

Optimus: Elita's is also a girl.

Prowl: *very surprised* Congratulations, sir.

Optimus: *gravely* Thank you. Was your trip successful? Is Legacy feeling better?

Prowl: His stress levels reduced during the trip. Though now he is resting, because of Kriti's arrival.

Optimus: *slight frown* Was he injured by her arrival? *glances toward the van as Eric starts moving again, this time apparently to lock all the doors from the inside*

Prowl: *will quietly report on how Legacy's behavior was affected, and how he was behaving after the child had been located, up until Eric had herded him to the van for the return to base*

Optimus: *surprised and relieved* He's not sick. *moves a hand as Mira darts into the room* Ironhide's locked the van.

Mira: ... *scowl* He can't stay in there forever.

Jazz: *from where he's comforting Streetwise* Girl, don't tempt him.

Optimus: *as a massive dog comes loping into the motor pool* *gently* He's making sure Legcy, Kriti, and Chromia get enough rest.

Prowl: *surprised by the size of the dog that just came loping into the motor pool* Sir?

Jazz: :o *boggling a bit*

Streetwise: *silently studying the massive animal and trying to figure out what it is. It looks like a dog, but...*

Optimus: *looks up from Mira* Yes, Prowl?

Prowl: Whose dog is this?

Optimus: *looks toward the soft whisper of a bark and smiles as he turns back to Prowl* She's mine.

Streetwise: *silent amazement to learn that it IS a dog*

Prowl: *blink. Blink* I see.

Jazz: *quietly* Dang... Big dog.

Optimus: *rumbles a chuckle* Whisper's still a pup.

Whisper: *hears her name and goes to flop by Master's leg*

Optimus: *gently scratches her head with one hand*

Mira: *grumbles and moves to go back to Ordnance*

Optimus: *soft clicks to Mira*

Prowl: Is there a particular reason why you have a dog, sir?

Optimus: *smiles* Because Tracks bought her for me. *smile turns wry* The same day he put a goat into Director Fury's office.

Prowl: *as Jazz snickers* ... Goat, sir?

Optimus: *looks toward the door and raises his voice slightly* Goat! Barny!

Barny: *will wander in to see who is calling for him*

Streetwise: Why do we have a goat?

Prowl: Because we have a disproportionate number of pranksters who choose to utilize harmless, though frustrating, methods for their pranks.

Optimus: Actually, it's because everyone insisted on keeping it when Tracks tried to bring it back for his deposit.

Barny: *over to offer himself for affection, small tail wiggling happily*

Streetwise: *offers a hand to the pet and lifts his brows as his fingers are very gently lipped* Whose pet is he?

Prowl: I believe he may be the soldiers'.

Optimus: *smiling as he watches the meeting* He is everyone's pet.

Barny: *dips his head slightly to one side and companionably scratches Jazz's leg with a horn tip*

Jazz: Aww. *will give scritches*

Barny: *happy! This nice new friend understood what he was doing!*

Prowl: *small head shake, will return her attention to Optimus* Have there been any other new arrivals or incidents of note?

Optimus: WakeJumper has found three of his siblings, and adopted a baby dragon.

Streetwise: *looks up with surprise, wondering what Optimus is talking about*

Prowl: *blink blink* Three, sir?

Optimus: Yes. Frostbite, Calypso, and Depth Charge.

Jazz: *groans* Depth Charge? That hard nose...

Prowl: ... *puzzled frown for Jazz. She's not familiar with the family or its members, aside from WakeJumper*

Optimus: *quietly* They found him in the Backwater. He had no idea of the passage of time.

Jazz: *mutes his griping and looks up at his friend, wondering what Optimus is driving at*

Optimus: *nods to where a pale blue aquatic plane is sitting with its nose in a far corner of the motor pool*

Jazz: *looks, and his face darkens with compassion*

Prowl: *soft hitch of breath. Understands how the bot in question feels*

Streetwise: *jerks his eyes open*

Optimus: *gently catches Jazz before he can walk over to Depth Charge* *quietly* Bring Streetwise to quarters and let him get settled in.

Jazz: *small nod* *quietly* Yeah. *will move to slip one of Streetwise's arms over his shoulders and guide the younger Autobot to quarters*

Barny: *follows, his head set against Streetwise's butt as he pushes very very gently*

Prowl: *quietly* How has WakeJumper been adapting to the changes in routine?

Optimus: *plays a video clip of Will involved in a three way snark war with two women*

Prowl: *blink, soft snerk*

Optimus: I think you'll like Frostbite.

Prowl: How so, sir?

Optimus: Your personalities seem compatible. *rubs a doggy belly*

Whisper: *hugs the hand and noms it gently, her tail sweeping the floor behind her*

Prowl: *small nod* And Calypso?

Optimus: ...Has become Mira's best friend.

Prowl: ... I see.

Optimus: *as he gets a call* Why don't you join Jazz while he gets Streetwise settled in?

Prowl: *nods* Yessir. *will move to head for the hallway that leads to quarters*

Optimus: *settles down to follow internet leads and watch over the other people in the motor pool as he appears to nap*

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