Backwater Nexus. Black Dog. Stardrive.

[dens_extra_pups]

pteMegatron: *tiredly making his way to the Black Dog, feeling grateful that he and Terminus found out about the Backwater awhile ago. He's still trying to figure out how to explain to Orion Pax about the multiversal hub without confusing the younger mech, but for now, he needs some time to himself*

rntdOptimus: *looks over his shoulder as he hears a familiar voice speak to the little bouncer at the door, then smiles at this variation on a familiar face, happy to see the mech hale and functional* Hello, Megatron. Terminus.

pteMegatron: *slight start, wasn't paying full attention to his surroundings* Ah... Hello, Optimus.

pteTerminus: *would normally gently rib his friend for this, but he's just as tired as Megatron. He will, however, nod to the red and blue mech that just addressed them*

rntdOptimus: *can see the weariness in both mechs as he turns toward them, showing the two sparklets in his arms* I'm waiting for a table, do you mind joining me?

black and grey sparklet: *shy but friendly smile as he studies the two mechs. Looks nearly like a mini Optimus but for his colouring and the shape of his helm*

bronze sparklet: *strapping, strongly built child with a strong face and a helmet with two little horns. Has a cute grin and is leaning over in Optimus' grip so he can see Megatron and Terminus better*

pteMegatron: *small nod* Thank you, Optimus. *will move to approach, Terminus following after him*

pteTerminus: *soft chuckle as he sees the sparklets* Cute sparklets.

rntdOptimus: *looks down at the children, his expression softening* This is Pax, Bumblebee's son. And this is my and Elita One's son, Diehard.

Diehard: *small chirp as he waves*

Pax: *now you know where the cute in the grin came from, huh?* Hi!

pteMegatron: *expression softens and a bit of sadness leaks out at the mention of Bumblebee*

pteTerminus: *completely and utterly charmed* Hello, Diehard, Pax.

rntdOptimus: *as Pax jumps toward Megatron* Be careful.

Diehard: *quietly* You look tireder 'n my Unca Termin-us. You should have lots of fuel.

pteMegatron: *tired and sad he may be, but his reflexes are sharp, and he quickly catches Pax* 0_0

pteTerminus: *chuckles* That's the plan. *quick glance to Megatron, sees his friend is preoccupied with fussing over Pax. Will lean in and quietly confess something* I'm also going to make sure Megatron rests. He needs it.

rntdOptimus: *slight smile at that confidence* Do you know about duct tape?

Diehard: *frown for Dad*

pteTerminus: *bit of wickedness to that chuckle just now* Learned about the stuff here.

rntdOptimus: *quietly* Well, if your friend is anything like the man I knew, you're going to need it. *slight start as he turns to look at Aleph* Is our table ready?

Aleph: *in his robotic voice* Yes, your table is ready. Please follow me.

rntdOptimus: *looks at the others, his mouth twitching at the corners as he sees Pax's vehement snuggling with head on Megatron's chest* Gentlemen?

pteTerminus: *small nod, is ready to be lead to the table*

pteMegatron: *carefully holding Pax close, so the sparklet doesn't fall. Slight start and looks up* Yes?

rntdOptimus: *gently* Are you ready to come sit down?

pteMegatron: Ah... Yes. *nods and makes sure Pax is comfortable*

Pax: *snuggle, his eyes half lit as he listens to Megatron's spark*

rntdOptimus: *smile looks a bit sad as he turns to follow the drone over to the big round booth* The tab's on me tonight.

pteMegatron: *surprised by that* Thank you, Optimus. *knows better than to protest, because Terminus is right there and isn't shy about giving him what-for in public*

pteTerminus: *nod* What he said. *darn right, he's not. He's done it before, and more than likely will have to again in the future*

rntdOptimus: *slides into the booth and sets Diehard free to bounce on the padded seat* So you've been here before?

Diehard: *hands on the edge of the table. Much bounce!*

pteTerminus: *as he moves to slide into the booth across from rntdOptimus* A few times. Thought we'd offlined and gone to the Source the first time.

pteMegatron: *slight wince at Terminus' bluntness. Will also seat himself, still making sure of the sparklet he's holding*

Pax: *looks up, his little head turning so that he faces Terminus* Like my Mommy? She died helping m...

rntdOptimus: *gently but firmly* Don't talk about that now, alright, Pax?

Pax: *hand to mouth, eyes big* I forgot. Sorry, Unca Oppy.

rntdOptimus: *gentle chirp for the sparklet, and then turns his attention to the mechs*

pteTerminus: *bit of a shrug, will change the topic* Wonder which server we'll get this time...

pteMegatron: *glad for the topic change* You just want to study the shape of the blue waitress.

rntdOptimus: She's married. *inputs an order on the menu for three large portions of poutine with energy stone on the side*

Pax: *listening to Megatron's spark again, and purring softly*

pteTerminus: Can't fault a mech for admiring pretty. *amused*

pteMegatron: *bit of a headshake and a sigh. He's not smiling, no, not him* *dryly* You're terrible, Terminus.

pteTerminus: You say that like it's a bad thing.

rntdOptimus: *also inputs a request for a kiss for the big scarred bot without a sparklet, his mouth twitching slightly as he finishes typing* Her husband is my alternate, and the mech with the camera is her son.

pteMegatron: *nod* Tarop-Tim. He has an older sister, as well. *has seen the youngsters before*

pteTerminus: At least they're big enough not to make people worry. Not like the green waiter.

rntdOptimus: *soft snort*

Diehard: My Unca Termin-us thinks Sunstreaker's pretty. *the words might sound funny, since he's still bouncing*

pteTerminus: ... *bit of an 'ick' face. He's met his reality's Sunstreaker*

pteMegatron: *slight cough to hide his snerk*

rntdOptimus: *in response to his baby son's glance he tips his hand up and shows a small holo of the lady in question as she cheerfully bootshops a very surprised Skids*

pteTerminus: *raised brow ridge* The one I've met isn't that pretty.

pteMegatron: *just muted his vocalizer to keep from laughing at Terminus' expression*

rntdOptimus: Has your reality discovered women?

pteTerminus: Which one?

pteMegatron: *has recovered, slightly. Unmutes* We're originally from a different reality than the one where we live now. Both realities have women.

rntdOptimus: How long have you known?

pteMegatron: In our original reality, it's a recent discovery. In our current home, it's always been known.

rntdOptimus: Similar to my own reality, then. We've only found out, but a reality that we've had contact with has always known.

Pax: *quietly, as though to himself* Mama was a yaydee.

Dropkick: *bringing the order for the table, since she's got a guy to kiss at it* Most women are, 'n some of 'em aren't.

Pax: *lifts his head to give the rounded little waitress a puzzled look*

rntdOptimus: *half rises, but then remembers that he can't get out to help the waitress*

Dropkick: *to Pax, as she moves to set the meals down on the table* I've seen some that're as rowdy as Quadriates on shore leave, 'n proud of it.

rntdOptimus: *dryly, while settling back* Some of them are Quadriates on shore leave. *knows what those are, even though they don't exist in his reality*

Dropkick: Fair point, but I've seen some non-Quads just as bad, 'n one that might be worse. *amused chuckle, studies the mechs at the table for a few moments*

rntdOptimus: *as he accepts his plate, he quirks a thumb toward Terminus*

Dropkick: *small smirk and a nod*

pteMegatron: *has seen that sort of look before, will casually move so he can share noms with Pax, and so Dropkick has a clear path to Terminus*

pteTerminus: *looks up a few moments later, blinks as he realizes the waitress is now between him and Megatron* Er... *startled sound*

Dropkick: *grab, snog!*

rntdOptimus: *is busy folding a baby seat out from under the table and helping his son into it*

Diehard: *excited discussion of the fuel*

Pax: *that chuckle doesn't sound like Bumblebee. It sounds like someone else. Amused bitty is amused*

pteMegatron: *is that soft, amused rumble as he offers Pax some of the poutine*

Dropkick: *lets Terminus go*

pteTerminus: *optics very bright now* Wow.

Dropkick: *amused* Wow, you're still upright.

pteTerminus: I think I wanna keep you.

Dropkick: *amused snort* Not the first time I've had that said ta me.

Dahlia: *shoots a scowl that way in passing* She's our sympathy kisser.

rntdOptimus: *puts poutine in his mouth to keep it from curling up*

pteTerminus: ... Aw, bolts.

pteMegatron: *just stuffed his mouth with poutine to keep from laughing*

Dropkick: Yeah. What Dahlia said. *so amused, will patpat Terminus* You'll find'a dame someday though, betcha.

pteTerminus: If she can kiss like you, I'll die happy.

Dropkick: *snort* Might be another me, in that case. *will exit the booth and head off to sympathy kiss the next guy*

rntdOptimus: *soberly offers Terminus the last platter of poutine and side of softly glowing rocks*

pteTerminus: *thanks Optimus, will quietly dig into his meal*

Pax: *sitting on the table beside Megatron's platter and plate, busily feeding himself and the old warrior. Some for you and some for me and some for you and some for me. Fists are good utensils, right?*

pteMegatron: *eating what he's being fed. Figured out whose sparklet he's holding. Recognized the chuckle the bitty did... because it's a younger version of his own rumble. Isn't totally sure how he feels about knowing that his counterpart and Bumblebee have a son*

rntdOptimus: *checks on his guests and sees the expression on the former warlord's face* *quietly* Megatron?

pteMegatron: *quietly* Where are Pax's parents?

rntdOptimus: *attention to his poutine* Megatron's body, at least, is in the R chamber on the Lost Light.

Pax: Primus has 'em. *food give!*

pteMegatron: *finishes what's in his mouth* *then, quietly* What happened?

rntdOptimus: *slight sigh* Did Shockwave attempt to absorb Cybertron in your reality?

pteMegatron: *intakes hitch slightly*

pteTerminus: *mutters subsonically. Thankfully, the Nexus censor is working*

rntdOptimus: *quietly* Did Bumblebee...

Pax: Did your 'Bee die too? Helpin' you? *offers food*

pteMegatron: *small nod*

rntdOptimus: *nods* Megatron joined the crew of the Lost Light, so that he could go into the custody of the Knights of Cybertron. Ultra Magnus decided to feed him energon treated in such a way as to limit his strength, only the effect combined with the wear of his life of battles and his depression to make him ill. Battling the DJD used the last of his strength, and three days ago he collapsed.

Pax: And I saw him, but I didn't have my body yet, so I couldn't hug him. And then he was in the big jar.

pteTerminus: *bit of a scowl now*

pteMegatron: *quietly* Fool's Energon is a placebo.

rntdOptimus: *sigh more audible* Ultra Magnus decided against using it.

Pax: Unca Mini's a dummy.

pteMegatron: *can't help the snort he just did*

rntdOptimus: *quietly* Pax, Ultra Magnus was trying to protect the crew. Everyone makes misjudgments sometimes.

Pax: I haven't.

Diehard: *intent on fuel* You're justa baby.

Pax: Yeah, but I'm parta everybody.

rntdOptimus: *gravely* Yes, you are. *attention back to Megatron* First Aid isn't sure he's going to survive.

pteMegatron: *small frown* And Ratchet's opinion?

rntdOptimus: Ratchet's not aboard. He and Nova left after Rodimus and Twilight died.

pteMegatron: *sits up a bit more, shocked* Rodimus is dead?

rntdOptimus: *quietly* Yes. He died fighting.

Diehard: *whoops. Had his fist in his mouth when his dad tried to put fuel there. Fixes that problem*

Pax: *slips off the table to snuggle Megatron as he eats*

pteMegatron: *bit of a frown. Noticed that lack of details, Optimus*

rntdOptimus: *sadness in his eyes as he gives a slight, reluctant nod to the frown*

pteMegatron: *ducks his head slightly, optics dimming*

rntdOptimus: He objected very strongly to Megatron being given partial charge of the ship. Nothing anyone said would dissuade him.

female voice: Megatron tried not to kill him. But Roddy was nuts.

rntdOptimus: *startles and looks toward the voice, then starts again, his eyes paling with surprise and concern*

pteMegatron: *lifts his head to look at the speaker*

speaker: *is a tiny black minibot lady with a soft blue visor. Beside her stands a little female Bumblebee*

Pax: MOMMY!

pteMegatron: *startled expression is a go*

pteTerminus: *bit of a frown, then he's going to try and make room at the table for the ladies to sit* I think there's room for both of you to sit with us...

rntdOptimus: *worriedly* Has something happened, Twilight? I was going to the sanctuary after the sparklets and I had refuelled.

Twilight: *glances at him as Bumblebee shoves her up onto the booth seat* *mildly* I just wanted to come say hi. Roddy's having a pretty good day. He's uncurled.

Bumblebee: *lays head on the table so she can look over and smile at Pax* Stay with Uncle Meggy, okay? I'm not that good at being solid.

Pax: Okay. *snugga Megatron*

pteMegatron: *will offer Pax what's left of the poutine and energy rocks*

Pax: *shakes his head and tries to take the food and feed it to pteMegatron*

Twilight: *to pteTerminus* Hi.

pteTerminus: *nods in greeting* Hi.

pteMegatron: *will be fed, then*

rntdOptimus: *quietly* Megatron, Terminus, you know Bumblebee. Bumblebee, do you know Megatron's friend Terminus?

Bumblebee: *curious and friendly little grin* Not yet. Hi.

rntdOptimus: *sucks in air at the sight of that grin*

pteMegatron: *intakes hitch softly at the sight of that grin*

pteTerminus: Hi. *bit of a grin at the cute*

rntdOptimus: *voice a little husky as he tries to think of how long it's been since he saw his little yellow friend grin* And this is Twilight, Rodimus' wife.

Twilight: ^_^ Hi!

pteTerminus: *offers what's left on his plate to Twilight and Bumblebee*

Bumblebee: *looks at the plate, and then at pteTerminus*

Twilight: *gently* We can't eat this, but thanks.

pteTerminus: *and now he's confused*

pteMegatron: *will quietly explain why the two femmes aren't able to eat over a private channel*

pteTerminus: *blink. BLINK* Huh.

rntdOptimus: *meanwhile, sadly addresses Bumblebee* Are you going, then?

Bumblebee: *looks up with that grin, her eyes dancing* What? You think I'm going to leave him, after all this time?

rntdOptimus: *softly* You deserve to rest, little friend.

Bumblebee: *belly laugh* *then shakes her head and looks at pteMegatron* He's tryin' to get rid of me.

rntdOptimus: *frown*

pteMegatron: *bit of a conspiratory smile on his face now* He'd have better luck convincing Starscream to court one of the Camiens.

Bumblebee: *rubs her nose* I've seen one that was Windblade's other half.

rntdOptimus: o.0;

pteMegatron: *solemnly* He's doomed.

pteTerminus: *SNORT*

Twilight: Hormah has footage of her dragging him home by the audio receiver!

Diehard: *solemnly hides his audios*

pteMegatron: *trying very hard not to laugh* As I said, he's doomed.

Twilight: The one from the sister reality to ours is dead. Nightwish *beep*smacked him.

pteMegatron: ... *boggling now* *has heard of Nightwish around the Nexus*

pteTerminus: *snort* She did it quick, then.

Twilight: *looks up at the old miner* What do you mean?

pteTerminus: We've heard'a Nightwish. 'N what she's capable 'a.

pteMegatron: If she exists in either reality Terminus and I have called home, I hope to have the opportunity to apologize to her.

Twilight: *attention to pteMegatron* For what?

pteMegatron: Firstly for entrusting her creation to Shockwave. And also for not being a good mentor for her.

Twilight: Ohh. Most of the ones from our sort of reality don't have any trouble finding a good mentor. And one wouldn't want you for a mentor.

pteMegatron: *bit of a wince. Has a feeling he knows why one Nightwish wouldn't want him for a mentor*

pteTerminus: *curious now* 'N why's that?

Bumblebee: She'd rather kiss him. :D

rntdOptimus: *blush*

Twilight: *face palm*

pteTerminus: *cracking up now*

pteMegatron: 0_0 *BLUSH* *quietly* I...see.

Bumblebee: *sobers* He was nearly as worn out as mine, but she took him into custody like he asked at his trial, and now she's taking care of him.

pteMegatron: *small nod. Remembers his trial and the circus it was, and why he went with Rodimus' crew in the first place*

pteTerminus: *soft snort* Like he asked?

Bumblebee: Yeah. She was raised by Viisaus the Just.

Twilight: *nods*

pteMegatron: ... Viisaus the Just?

pteTerminus: Who the pit is that?

Pax: *looks up and blinks* Vissy's a Knight.

Bumblebee: Yup.

pteMegatron: Ah... *small nod. Has not yet met any of the Knights of Cybertron, to his knowledge*

pteTerminus: Oh, those guys. *snort. Still thinks they're just a myth*

rntdOptimus: *curious look for pteTerminus* You're laughing?

pteTerminus: I figure we would'a met them by now, if they exist.

pteMegatron: *bit of a Look for his friend* They may have left Cybertron before we arrived in the reality. *thinks they exist in the reality he and Terminus now reside in* That does not mean that they don't exist.

Twilight: *head turns suddenly, and a bit of a grin shows on her little face* *lifts a hand and waves* Hey, Viisaus!

pteViisaus: *slight start, looks to see who called his name, then he's smiling and excusing himself to the bearded bot he was sitting with and coming over to greet Twilight* Hello, Twilight, Bumblebee.

rntdOptimus: *optics widen with surprise*

Twilight: *grins at Viisaus, and then nods to Terminus* My friend Terminus is interested in joining your group. Tell us about it?

Bumblebee: 9_9 6_6

pteMegatron: *noticed the mech's insignia, and his mannerisms, is trying to hide his amusement by offering Pax another bite of poutine*

pteViisaus: *quick visual assessment of pteTerminus, then a small nod* We could use another bot of similar stature to our seismologist, if only for Torque's sake... We're an independent research and exploration team, as well as emissaries representing Cybertron. We'll be heading off-world once we've finished preparations and have a launch point selected.

pteTerminus: ... The pit are you talking about, mech? *all he understood was needing a bot his size for something*

rntdOptimus: Forgive Terminus, sir. He's spent most of his life in the mines.

pteViisaus: *can't help the perk he just did* I assure you, I have heard much worse from our Chief Medical Officer.

pteMegatron: *saw that perk, Viisaus* Is Torque your seismologist, then?

pteViisaus: *nods* Yes. She is quite skilled at identifying minerals and crystals.

pteTerminus: *surprised to learn that Torque is a lady* Huh.

voice of ire: You rust for brains idiot. If this was another of your stupid tricks to get me out of my infirmary...

Twilight: *as Bumblebee ducks under the table* *perk* Hi, Fixer!

pteViisaus: Ah, hello, Fixer.

pteMegatron: *protecting Pax now. Terminus, you're on your own!*

pteTerminus: *looks toward that voice of ire* ...Whoah. Pretty.

pteFixer: *flashing eyes go toward that comment. The tall woman is stunningly beautiful... and nearly as angry as she is pretty* *voice low and dangerous* You better be talking about the waitress.

pteTerminus: *as Megatron joins Bumblebee under the table* *bleep*, no. I'm talkin' about you.

pteViisaus: *checking to see if Torque came with Fixer*

rntdOptimus: *bumps heads with Megatron as he and Diehard also take cover*

pteFixer: *eyes go deadly hard as they bore into that strapping former miner*

pteMegatron: *quietly* I'm not saving him this time.

pteTerminus: What? I can't admire a pretty lady now? *bit of a scowl on his face*

pteFixer: *scowl is black and voice is deathly cold and low* You really have a deathwish, don't you, exhaust for brains?

pteViisaus: *will move to that flash of tan and navy he spotted* *in passing, to Fixer* This bar does not abide by violence, and I wish to be allowed to return. *goes to get Torque*

pteTerminus: *SO much scowl now* Exhaust for brains this! *rude gesture*

pteFixer: *even though it takes both hands, Terminus is dragged from the booth and halfway to the door before he knows what hit him!*

pteTerminus: *startled cuss, will try and free himself without hurting the femme who has her hands on him*

pteMegatron: *solemnly* He's doomed.

Bumblebee: *cheery 'Bee chuckle* Totally.

Twilight: *stifled giggle*

pteMegatron: *amused* Maybe now he'll settle down.

rntdOptimus: *lifts his head and gives the legs of the two small ghosts a questioning look*

pteMegatron: *glances to Optimus, sees the mech's expression* Terminus and Fixer are having their first date, it would seem.

rntdOptimus: ...That's the strangest joke I've ever heard, especially from you.

pteMegatron: *as he carefully gets Pax and himself situated back at the table* It's not a joke.

gruff, but feminine voice: That's the happiest I've seen Fixer in awhile.

rntdOptimus: *also coming out of shelter, and wincing as all hell seems to break loose behind the bar* I didn't see any happiness or affection on the lady's face.

tan and navy femme: Maybe not, but she's finally gettin' a chance ta vent 'n let off some steam.

pteViisaus: *sagely nod* Indeed. And the mech she took with her seems sturdy enough.

femme: *raised brow look for Viisaus from under the wide brim of her hat* Thought you said the mech was a miner, Vissy.

pteMegatron: *calmly* He is, and he fights as though he is a soldier on shore leave.

femme: *amused snort for the grey mech* Alright, then. We won't have pieces ta weld back together.

rntdOptimus: *winces as the building shakes and the head bartender departs out the back in full roar*

pteViisaus: *calmly* I do hope Fixer remembers that I wish to be allowed back here.

femme: I'll make sure that she'll remember. I wanna come back here, too.

Bumblebee: *chin on the table* She's just moving 'em further off, to where her sister and the moon usually fight.

Twilight: *nods*

femme: ...The whole slaggin' moon?

pteViisaus: *wince* Torque, language.

Diehard: *points to a bald, point-eared lady who just yelled something horrible at the zaptrivia machine*

pteTorque: *blinks* That's a new one.

Twilight: She takes her true form at night, and goes up to sleep in a metal basket in the sky. And she glows.

pteTorque: *blink. Blink* Oh.

pteViisaus: Interesting... *definitely curious now*

Bumblebee: *looks up at Torque* Wanna sit? You can just slide through us.

pteTorque: *blink blink* Er... Okay? *clearly confused by the idea of doing so*

Twilight: *gently* We're dead. Not really here.

pteTorque: ... *bit of a frown, looks to Viisaus to explain*

pteViisaus: *gently* They're offline, but are visiting from the Well.

pteTorque: *blink. Blink* Oooooh. *will carefully sit and slide*

pteViisaus: *visibly relieved that the new information didn't trouble Torque*

Bumblebee: *just happybombed the young woman as Torque passed through her, and might have let slip the fact that she will soon no longer be a free spark!*

pteTorque: *blink blink, click?*

pteViisaus: *looks to that click at the same time that Megatron does*

pteMegatron: Is something wrong?

Bumblebee: Oooops. XD *ducks under the edge of the table*

Twilight: *gives her a long look* I think we better go, before you explode.

Bumblebee: *that was a giggle. Yes, it was*

Pax: *looks toward the giggle and wriggles all over like a puppy*

pteMegatron: *didn't meep, you can't prove it. He'll make sure Pax doesn't fall, though*

pteTorque: *gonna study what's left over on your plate, Megatron* *and by study, she means clean the plate*

rntdOptimus: *uncertainly studies the two little ghosts, wondering what they're up to, but well aware that asking the purpose of women who are acting in this way is usually setting himself up for brainbreak*

pteViisaus: *notices what Torque is up to, soft throat clearing sound*

pteTorque: *looks up from licking the plate* ?

Pax: *squeaks and points at her, then looks up at his uncle*

pteMegatron: *blinks and looks* ... *facepalms with his free hand*

rntdOptimus: *clears his throat as he holds up his hand to order another portion of fuel* You're going then, Bumblebee, Twilight?

Twilight: *nods as she shakes the larger ghost slightly* Yeah. I'll see you next week, sir.

rntdOptimus: Alright. Please be careful.

Bumblebee: *sobers slightly, though her eyes are dancing* Bye, Op. *softens* You take care too.

rntdOptimus: *gruffly* Thank you, little friend.

Diehard: *waves byebye, and then snuggadaddy*

pteMegatron: *quietly* Safe travels.

Bumblebee: *sudden mischief in that grin*

Twilight: *meeps as she loses her hold on her friend*

Bumblebee: *kissaMegs and GONE*

Twilight: *gone too*

rntdOptimus: ... *did he just see that?*

pteMegatron: 0_0

pteTorque: *snickerfit*

pteViisaus: *too polite to comment on that*

Pax: *grins up at his uncle* She was practisin'. *claps his little hands* My daddy's gonna be so surprised.

rtndOptimus: ... *face palm* *can recognize the Bumblebee urge to show affection mixed in the mischief, but he still thinks she was being too silly*

pteTorque: *examining the table for more noms* The yellow femme thinks the grey mech where she's from is pretty.

pteMegatron: *wants to melt into the booth and escape, kthx*

pteViisaus: *facepalming* Torque...

Pax: *grin falters as he sees pteMegatron's face* *snuggle cuddle* No. She just loves him. They're my mommy 'n daddy, 'n someday I'll go live with 'em.

Diehard: *frowny* Are they gonna live with us?

rtndOptimus: *quietly* We'll see. *looks up as he cuddles his little son comfortingly* Megatron?

pteMegatron: *quietly* I'm... not sure how to respond...

pteTorque: *frown* *looks for something to put in the grey mech's mouth*

rtndOptimus: *gently* Have you ever met a female Jazz?

pteMegatron: *quietly* I have met the one resident to my new reality...

rtndOptimus: *nods* Have you noticed how affectionate she can be?

pteMegatron: *nods* I have.

rtndOptimus: I think this is a similar situation.

pteMegatron: ... I see.

pteTorque: *quiet discussion with Viisaus, who is trying to discourage her from trying to feed Megatron anything at the moment*

Pax: *bounces as he sees the new order arriving*

pteMegatron: *attention going to the discussion, nods to Tarantulus*

Tarantulus: Energon poutine and energy rocks, right?

pteViisaus: *quietly explaining to Torque why she needs to ask before feeding people things, and to make sure the offerings are actually food*

pteTorque: *getting a bit frustrated, was just trying to help*

Pax: Yup! *bounce bounce bounce*

Tarantulus: *soft chuckle, will set the first plate in front of pteMegatron, then glance to rntdOptimus to see if the second plate is for the red and blue mech*

rntdOptimus: *nods to Torque*

Pax: *fistful of food as soon as it's in reach, and then it's aimed for Uncle's mouth!*

Tarantulus: *snerks and sets the second plate in front of the tan and navy femme*

pteMegatron: *attention going to Pax, will open his mouth*

pteViisaus: *diverting Torque's attention from the lesson on manners to the plate of food*

pteTorque: *fidgets and clicks, then she's digging in with gusto*

rtndOptimus: Thank you, brother.

Diehard: Fanks, Unca.

Tarantulus: *nods* You're welcome. *will go grab that nearby table's order*

Pax: *feeeeed you!*

pteMegatron: *eats what he's fed*

pteTorque: *gonna feed Bubby!*

pteViisaus: *surprised sound as he's fed*

rntdOptimus: //Are you alright, Megatron?//

pteMegatron: //Yes. I was not expecting to be kissed, however.//

pteTerminus: *over the common channel* //I like this lady!// *yup, he's having fun*

pteMegatron: *shoulders shaking now as he silently laughs*

rtdOptimus: //You're single?//

Pax: *some for me and some for Uncle!*

pteMegatron: //I have been focusing on helping the resistance to the Functionist Council.//

rntdOptimus: *quietly* //I have found that having a woman at my side makes any battle easier.// *ducks and lifts a brow at a thunderous bang and a deep-voiced roar of pain*

pteMegatron: ... *pings Terminus*

pteTerminus: //Busy!// *click*

pteMegatron: *free hand facepalm again*

Fixer: *outraged squawk followed by another bang and roar*

pteViisaus: At least they are outside. *murphs as he's fed again*

pteTorque: *much click as she feeds a Bubby*

rntdOptimus: *raises his brows at Megatron, wondering if the grey man remembers what they'd been talking about*

pteMegatron: //I'm not sure there is a woman out there in my reality...//

Torque: *happy perk* Stardrive! Stardrive! Come taste this!

blue and white femme: *turns from where she was glomping Alpha Trion, then bounces over with a bright smile on her face* What do you have, Sissy?

pteTorque: Fuel! Really good fuel! *will offer a bite of poutine to Stardrive*

Stardrive: *opens her mouth like a baby bird, and then squeals with delight* Mmmmm.

pteTorque: *gonna feed you too, Stardrive! Some for me, some for Bubby, some for you!*

pteMegatron: *slight smile at the innocence Torque is displaying*

Stardrive: *bit of happy bouncing as she eats, and then she notices Megatron's smile* Hi! What's your name?

Pax: I'm Pax! *sucks gravy off his fist*

pteMegatron: My name is Megatron.

Stardrive: *delighted grin at both answers* Is that your baby?

pteMegatron: *headshake* His father is another reality's version of me.

Stardrive: Ohh. So you're only visiting?

rntdOptimus: *meanwhile, is telling Viisaus about some of the legends of the Knights of Cybertron from his reality*

pteMegatron: *nods* Yes. My friend, Terminus and I came here to take a break from our work on Cybertron.

pteViisaus: *listening and asking questions. Is recording the data for posterity's sake*

Stardrive: *perk* What work are you doing?

pteMegatron: We're working on stopping the Functionist Council from hurting anyone else. *aka he's part of the Resistance*

Stardrive: *perks* Are you fighting?

pteMegatron: *feeling a bit self-conscious now* I'm one of the writers... I will fight if necessary, however.

Stardrive: *reaches over to poke Viisaus just as Torque stuffs his face*

pteViisaus: *trying hard not to spittake his fuel*

pteTorque: 0_0 *gleeful giggles at the funny face Bubby just made!*

Stardrive: Can we help them before we go, Bubby? Please? *cute!*

pteViisaus: *finishes the fuel in his mouth before responding* We have yet to settle on a launch site, so we have time before we are set to depart, Stardrive.

Stardrive: Eeee! *scoots under the table and pops up sitting on Megatron's free knee, where she promptly throws her arms around his neck and kisses him on the cheek* You'll have me instead of Pax.

pteViisaus: *bit of a chuckle that gets muffled by Torque stuffing more fuel into his mouth*

pteMegatron: *bit of a blush going now. Is glad Terminus is busy flirting with Fixer* Er, yes.

Stardrive: *head on his shoulder, still grinning happily*

rntdOptimus: ... *blink* //I wonder if Scattor was listening in on our conversation.//

pteMegatron: //...It would not surprise me.//

pteTorque: *much click and some chirps as she continues to feed Viisaus and herself*

rntdOptimus: //Would you like me to try and dissuade her?//

Stardrive: *chatting with Pax as he feeds her and Megatron*

pteMegatron: //Your assistance on the matter would be appreciated.//

rntdOptimus: Stardrive, aren't you too old to be sitting on knees?

Stardrive: I don't think so... *snuggle*

pteViisaus: *calmly* Megatron is Old.

pteMegatron: *not sure whether to feel insulted or not*

Stardrive: *looks over at her brother with a frown* Even old men like to have pretty girls hug them.

rntdOptimus: 0_0 //She's courting...//

pteMegatron: //...I'm doomed.//

pteViisaus: *still calm, but his optics are twinkling with amusement* Think of what Fixer would do.

Stardrive: *scowl* If she tries hurting Megatron I'll cry. *hug around the neck gets protective but not throttling*

pteTorque: 'N I'll help. *nod nod*

rntdOptimus: //I'm sorry.//

pteViisaus: *bit of a frown as he considers this, and listens to Megatron try and explain himself (really, the poor guy is trying to be honorable and is worried about hurting Stardrive's feelings, so...). Small nod* Very well, then.

rntdOptimus: *gently, over Megatron's stumbling* Stardrive, Megatron wasn't looking for a mate.

Stardrive: *sits back and looks at Megatron's face* That's alright. I'm probably too young yet anyway. Can I be your friend, though?

pteMegatron: *gathering his composure, will nod* Yes... It is always a good thing to have friends.

pteTorque: She snuggles everybody.

Stardrive: Thrrpt. *chuckle*

Pax: Snuggles're good. *and he's already half asleep*

rntdOptimus: *gently* We should go see Rodimus now, children.

Pax: *blinks, and then looks up at Megatron with a wistful little scowl*

pteMegatron: *gently* We'll meet again.

Pax: *scowl deepens for a moment, and then he's hugging with all his not inconsiderable baby strength*

Stardrive: *softly* I'll take care of him for you.

Pax: *gravely* Thank you.

pteMegatron: *gentle hug for Pax*

Pax: *shuts his eyes off for a moment, then lets go and turns to reach for rntdOptimus*

rntdOptimus: *free hand across the table to reach for baby. Other hand is holding the sleeping Diehard close*

pteMegatron: *will help the bitty get over to Optimus*

rntdOptimus: Thank you, Megatron. *to Viisaus* Please excuse me.

pteViisaus: *gentle clicks as he moves to guide Torque out of the way so rntdOptimus can get out of the booth easily*

pteTorque: *bit of a fuss, but gets out of the way*

rntdOptimus: Thank you, friends. *slides out, and then stands with both babies tucked into the crook of one arm. Uses his free arm to offer a hug to Torque*

pteTorque: *much click as she accepts hugs*

rntdOptimus: *softly, as he hugs a good hug* Please help Terminus make sure Megatron gets enough rest.

pteTorque: *nodnod. She'll make sure to do that!*

rntdOptimus: Thank you. *steps back, and then walks away to the door after nods to Megatron and Viisaus*

Stardrive: *watches him go, and then suddenly looks around* It's awful quiet outside.

pteMegatron: ... 0_0 We should make sure Fixer and Terminus are alright.

pteViisaus: *pings Fixer's comm*

pteTorque: *gonna finish the noms, first*

Fixer: *present*

pteViisaus: //Location coordinates?//

Fixer: *present*

Stardrive: *looks at bubby's face, and then scoots out of the booth and stands by the table*

pteMegatron: *will get out of the booth, pinging Terminus' comm as he goes*

pteTorque: *shoveling food into her mouth! Wait for her, Sissy!*

Hormah: *comes stomping in and up to Viisaus* Alright, ye stunned *deedlebeep*, tissin' ain't free!

Stardrive: :o

pteViisaus: *startles*

pteMegatron: ...What are you talking about?

Hormah: *wheels on him* 'N I might be arter chargin' extra fer t'at *beepity* Terminus!

pteMegatron: Whatever it was of yours that was damaged, I will pay for the replacement. *thinks this is what the strange femme is talking about*

Hormah: *face palm* T'was 'is aft! Him 'n t'at t'ere Fixer near wrecked each udder!

pteViisaus: Oh, dear.

pteMegatron: ... *facepalming* *dryly* Why am I surprised?

Hormah: Dunno. *up on her toes to peer at his eyes* Not 'nuff sleep?

pteMegatron: *and now he's realizing the strange orange femme is a medic* *just about to reply...*

pteTorque: *oh! She knows what to do here!*

pteMegatron: Awk! *just got scooped up like a doll*

pteTorque: S'posed ta make sure he rests! *nodnod*

pteViisaus: *hand over mouth. Isn't laughing, you can't prove it!*

Hormah: *dots, and then crackles and deedles in electronic sniggering*

Stardrive: *blink* Sissy? What are you doing?

pteTorque: The nice mech said ta help Terminus make sure Meggy rests! *nodnod*

Stardrive: Ohhh! Let's bring him home. Bubby can get Fixer, right?

pteTorque: *nodnod* Yup!

Stardrive: *hand on sister and activates PINpoint*

pteViisaus: *laughing heartily once Torque, Megatron and Stardrive are gone*

Hormah: *blinks at that, and then looks up at Viisaus* The *beep*?

pteViisaus: *amused* I think we just adopted Megatron.

Hormah: *stares at him for a moment, then* Uh huh. Ye arter... *breaks off with deedles of exasperation as she sees Terminus stumble into the bar*

pteViisaus: Oh, dear. *moving to intercept*

pteTerminus: *trying to shrug off the slender mech's assistance* Gotta get Megatron back home...

Hormah: *sulfurous deedling as she stomps over*

pteViisaus: *trying to get Terminus to understand that Megatron is home, and that the former miner needs to rest as well*

Hormah: *slugs Terminus in the hip as she reaches him. The hip that isn't covered in fresh welding*

pteTerminus: Awk! *frowns at Hormah* The pit?

Hormah: *stink eye* T'is ain't restin' where I left ye. Megatron's to home 'n bed.

pteTerminus: ...Oh. *looking to the table* Is there still fuel left?

Hormah: *up on the seat and looks, then shoves the lone plate with fuel still on it toward the end of the table* Git it boxed. Ye're goin' t' bed.

pteTerminus: *small nod* Alright.

Hormah: *turns head and comms Showtime*

Showtime: *coming over with a box. Saw that the table was pretty much cleared out, and figured a box would be needed* //I'm coming, Hormah.//

Hormah: *snerks* *and then scowls at Terminus as he sags*

pteViisaus: *will try and prop Terminus up*

Showtime: Oh, dear. *lets her husband know additional help is needed, will move to get the remaining fuel boxed up*

pteViisaus: Is Fixer resting?

Hormah: *blinks up at Viisaus, then tilts her head for a moment* *soft snort* She's arguin' wit' my Mira.

pteViisaus: Is Mira a medic as well?

Hormah: Nah. Bridge. *grumbles as Showtime gives the box to Terminus* Git t'at to home now.

pteViisaus: *will think about your words about Mira, later. Nods and brings Terminus home so the poor mech can rest and recover*

Hormah: *snorts and goes home to see to the patient who needs emotional healing as well as physical*