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hsv, Autobot base hallway, LOL'd

Desinex frowned as she looked up at the smaller forms clinging to the ceiling, and as Ridgeback clicked and talked to the little red form clinging to the larger blue form, "...Okay, what did you three vapor-heads do this time?"

The tawny-colored ferret that was perched on Showtime's chestplate pipped and made a fuss, almost as though cussing at the former Decepticon. Showtime, for her part, had the ball bearings to look embarrassed as she muttered something that earned her a groan from her long-time friend.

"I'll go tell Optimus that you three got LOL'd... and I'll see if he or Ultra Magnus are willing to try prying you from the ceiling... Honestly, you should've known better."

With that, Desinex was making her way to the Prime's office, while Ridgeback squealed and clicked eagerly. Moments later, she was knocking on the door, and hoping that she wouldn't have to deal with the situation herself.

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Optimus looks up from the datapad he'd been scanning to try and see why it was presenting everything with the words upside down and backward, then glances at Galvatron, who is passed out on his face at his own small desk on the corner of Optimus'.

"Enter, Desinex."

Desinex enters the office, earning a delighted squeal from Ridgeback as the sparklet spots the two older mechs. Chuckling at her son's antics, Desinex manages a passable salute, "Showtime, Sunstreaker, and Sideswipe have been LOL'd. I'm not sure how, but I think we're in for an interesting time."

The Autobot CO also chuckles at Ridgeback, but then sighs as he hears the sparklet's mother's report and sets the glitchy datapad aside. "What is the nature of the LOL?"

Desinex somehow manages to resist the urge to smirk at the memory of her friend's expression and proceeds to answer, "Showtime somehow has been LOL'd in a way that has resulted in her being stuck up near the ceiling... Sunstreaker has been turned into something resembling a turboferret. His spark is intact, which explains why Showtime's not spazzing and fritzing... Sideswipe's been chibified."

He freezes in the act of reaching to poke his brother, optics widening slightly. "We have a chibi Sideswipe in the base?"

"What?" Galvatron sits up and looks at him with dismay.

Desinex nods, amused by the reaction she's getting for telling the truth, "Thankfully, Showtime's got either a firm grip on him, or has him on a leash of some kind."

Optimus facepalms, then rubs the bridge of his nose between his fingers. "Alert Perceptor and Ratchet to their condition, and tell them I'd like them to try and discern the nature of Showtime's LOL. Make sure that Sideswipe is contained. I'll take them all off active duty."

Desinex nods, jumping slightly when Denver yells from nearby. "...I think whatever Showtime was LOL'd with just wore off..."

"That was fast...." He gets up to look, giving Galvatron a hand onto his shoulder as he goes.

"Well, who's to say how long she was up there? I mean, I only found her a little while ago," Desinex shrugs a bit, as Ridgeback wiggles and looks around, seeking his other creator.

"What part of the base is she in?" He a hand toward Ridgeback to say hello to the little one.

"The hallway just before the one that goes past your office," Desinex moved so Ridgeback could reach for one of Optimus' fingers and talk to the Prime.

"Strange that no one else noticed them. There are quite a few bots off duty today." Optimus smiles and clicks softly to the sparklet as he turns his steps toward the area of hallway that Desinex has specified.

Desinex shrugs, before moving to follow the Prime.

Showtime is currently trying her hardest to keep a grip on the little red chibi who appears bound and determined to dart off and make mischief. Meanwhile, a tawny-colored, mechanical-looking ferret is squeaking and pipping at the chibi, while Denver is facepalming and waiting for the group to get off of her back.

Optimus doesn't pause when they reach them, just excuses himself to Ridgeback as he takes his finger back, then grabs Sideswipe in one hand as he lifts Showtime with the other.

Showtime gives Optimus a relieved look as Sideswipe squeals and wiggles, earning more fussing from Sunstreaker-ferret.

"Don't worry, Sunstreaker. I have him." Optimus sets Showtime on her feet and then offers that hand to Denver to help her up.

"Good grief, it's bittyBee all over again," says Galvatron, staring at the red twin.

"Or bittyTC... only more hyperactive..." Showtime sighs and smooths Sunstreaker-ferret's "fur" gently. BittySides squeals even more once he realizes he's not going anywhere.

Denver nods her thanks to Optimus, and heads for the common room once she's back on her feet, muttering something about the world ending.

Optimus nods in reply to Denver, then scans Sunstreaker. "Not quite a turbo-ferret. I don't recall them having fur."

"It was a LOL, I think... We saw a vending machine in the Sign Nexus...and we all pushed the same button..." Showtime admits, sheepishly.

Optimus pinches the bridge of his nose and Galvatron facepalms.

"...And here I thought today couldn't get any more interesting," Ratchet says with a sigh.

"Interesting?" Galvatron peeks at him. "Is Cragbuster playing with your non-integral tools again?"

"That, and WakeJumper's set Eclipse off due to a mis-calibrated fluid pump. He's fine now, but I had to sedate Eclipse just to be able to correct the problem..." The medic shakes his head and sighs again, before scanning Showtime, Sunstreaker, and Sideswipe. Moments later, he's got a brow ridge raised due to his findings.

"Explains a few things," mutters Galvatron, rubbing his forehead.

"What did you find?" Optimus asks, watching Ratchet.

"Showtime's fine aside from a minor dent, which, I'm guessing, is the result of her landing on Denver... Sunstreaker's spark is fine, and he's showing signs of returning to normal soon, possibly within a few hours... as for Sideswipe... I'm not even sure how long he'll be a chibi, but he's healthy," Ratchet frowned, studying the trine, "I know that's more than likely not what you wanted to hear..."

Showtime shook her head, "As long as Sunstreaker and Sideswipe aren't hurt."

"No, Galvatron," says Optimus. "You are not going to take Sideswipe, put him in a pen with the little Bumblebee, and let them 'duke it out'."

Galvatron suddenly looks very embarrassed.

Optimus turns to Showtime then. "When did you press these buttons?"

Sunstreaker-ferret pips and fusses at Galvatron for a few moments, before Showtime's scritching in juuuust the right spot to soothe frazzled ferret nerves. Showtime shutters her optics, thinking back, and then she's looking up at Optimus.

"A few hours ago, local time, Sir."

"So it could be the kind that wears off rapidly. Or it could be the kind that wears off when you decide you're tired of it."

Optimus pauses and looks at Sideswipe.

"Slag, we're never getting him back to normal," says Galvatron.

Showtime's 'wings drop and she groans softly. Sideswipe's response to this is a delighted squeal-giggle, and then he's waving his arms about excitedly.

Sunstreaker clearly isn't amused.

"He's confined to a straight low-grade diet," says Optimus. "And at these time periods I want him confined to quarters, napping. Regular checkups and physicals with Ratchet."

Galvatron... hadn't quite realized his brother could be that mean.

Showtime nods, saluting carefully so as not to jostle Sunstreaker too much, "Understood, Sir."

Sideswipe has now discovered one of Optimus' fingers, and will attempt to see if it has a flavor or not.

((couple more posts, then I gotta scoot off to work... won't be on till Saturday more than likely))

Optimus watches the little chibi for a moment, then continues. "And please keep him leashed. Remember what the bots of our sister reality have gone through with Bumblebee."

((kk))

Showtime nods, before reaching for the chibi, who puts up a bit of a fuss for a few moments until he discovers more fingers to test for flavor.

((...is it a bad sign that I'm wondering who would win if bittyBee and bittySides got into it?))

Optimus' gaze turns concerned as he hands the tiny mech over.

"Do you think the two of you will be able to handle this?" he asks quietly, thinking of the small femme that Showtime never got to hold.

((*snerk* I don't think bittySwiper would have a chance. BittyBee is mean as she is cute.))

Showtime nods, trying to hide the sadness she still feels, "He's a handful when he's not chibified, Sir."

"Are you sure?" His deep voice is gentle.

Showtime nods again, looking Optimus in the optics.

He gently squeezes her shoulder, and then looks to Ratchet for a second opinion.

"As long as they stick to the schedule, and keep him leashed, I believe things will be alright," Ratchet nods, pinging Optimus' comm with a brief message about asking Perceptor and Kia to keep an optic on the trine.

//Do you think they'd be able to remember?// Optimus nods himself. "Very well, then."

//Probably not... I'll ask Hound and Desinex as well, just to be on the safe side.//

Showtime, for her part, is moving to hold Sideswipe close.

((...Kriti'd prolly try to poke bittySides after he and bittyBee duked it out...))

"Do we have anymore of the small blankets, Ratchet?" Optimus sighs inside. //Yes, that's a good idea.//

((XD Yup))

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