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joeverse, The Pit: Cybertronian half, Time of Transition...
Sharpshot: *has been given some paper and some pencils by a well-meaning JOE, is sitting in an out-of-the-way corner, drawing and humming quietly*
Hound: *sneezing white powder out of his intakes as he comes around the corner heading for the med lab*
Roadblock: Man, you really got inta breakin' up that drug ring.
Sharpshot: *looks up, blink blink* Hound, okay?
Roadblock: He's jes' fulla crack, 'n that's a fac'. *grin* You must be Sharpshot.
Hound: *sneeze*
Sharpshot: *nod* Am Sharpshot... *headtilt, curiosity clear in her optics* You Hound-friend?
Roadblock: His partner, anyway. I'm Roadblock.
Sharpshot: *Small frown as she processes this, before she nods, and moves to get up to see just what Hound's sneezing out of his intakes*
Hound: *is indeed sneezing crack cocaine* *gives her a sheepish look*
Sharpshot: *wrinkes her nose a bit, mulling this over for a few moments, before reaching for Hound's hand* See Ratchet?
Hound: *sneezes and nods* Yeah. Duke said to get my intake system flushed. *gives her hand a gentle squeeze*
Sharpshot: *Gentle tug towards the med lab, her earlier activity forgotten*
Roadblock: *gathers up the drawing materials and brings them along, humming to himself and avoiding inhaling what Hound exhales*
Sharpshot: *blink blink, small smile, tugs Hound's hand again, and resumes her own quiet humming*
Hound: *goes along, trying not to sneeze too much. Wonders how Ratchet will take this job*
Showtime: Wha-Whoah!!! *knocked over backwards by a much larger femme, right out of the med lab doors*
Desinex: *Smirk* Too slow.
Ratchet: *Facepalming and trying not to laugh, lest he encourage this sort of behavior*
Roadblock: 0_o Whoa, you guys, take it outside.
Hound: *massive sneeze*
Showtime: Easier said than done... *looking at Roadblock with a "HALP MEEEE" expression while Desinex preens on his chest*
Sharpshot: ... *blink blink, starts scolding sibling!*
Roadblock: *looks at Hound*
Hound: *shakes his head, advising his small, breakable partner to just stay out of this*
Desinex: ... *will razz sibling and move to let Showtime up long enough for the mech to get a few seconds of a head start, before she darts off after him again*
Ratchet: *headshaking, and chuckling as he steps aside to let Hound, Roadblock, and Sharpshot into the med lab* At least she's not trying to kill him.
Roadblock: Man, I seen some henpecked husbands, but that poor guy ain't even hitched yet!
Hound: *SNEEZE*
Ratchet: *has no comment for the henpecked husbands thing, is too busy scanning Hound and asking just how he managed to get crack cocaine in his intake system*
Sharpshot: Sister not scared of him...
Roadblock: He was the only guy there that wadn' wearin' a respirator. So when Tunnel Rat blew the place up....
Hound: *kerchoo*
Ratchet: *sighs* I see. Well, the sooner I get started on flushing his intake system, the better.
Sharpshot: *patpats Hound's hand*
Hound: *sad face and kerchoo*
Roadblock: 'N I gotta go get started on my paperwork. *offers Sharpshot her things* Was nice meetin' ya, lady. Take good care 'a Hound now.
Sharpshot: *headtilt, takes the paper and pencils and thanks Roadblock, before moving to sit nearby*
Roadblock: *grins and goes*
Hound: Want me to lay down, Ratchet?
Ratchet: *Nods* This won't take too long, I don't think.
Ratchet: *once Hound is laying down, he sets to work, clearing the mech's intake system of the crack cocaine. Occasionally, he glances over at Sharpshot, to make sure she's not getting into something she shouldn't be. He needn't worry, as Sharpshot is thoroughly occupied with her paper and pencils*
Hound: *listening to Springer in the hallway, singing as he vacuums up the white powder that got left out there*
Sharpshot: *looks up at one point, froooowwwns, and then sets to work with renewed vim and vigor on whatever it is she's drawing on the paper*
Sharpshot: *slinking off while Hound and Ratchet are busy*
Hound: *too busy sneezing in Ratchet's face to notice*
Ratchet: *too busy clearing Hound's intake system to notice Sharpshot*
*out in the hall*
Sideswipe: But why the slag is he being so quiet???
Sunstreaker: Maybe his metal faced buddy finally got tired of his slag and offed him.
Sharpshot: *headtilt, moves closer* Maybe has new hobby.... or girlfriend.
Twins: *pause and look at her* Girlfriend?
Sunstreaker: Cobra Commander?
Sharpshot: *nod nod* Would 'splain quiet...
Sunstreaker: ...Have you ever seen Cobra Commander?
Sharpshot: *headshake* Mmmnope.
Sideswipe: He makes Starscream look mature and responsible.
Sharpshot: ... *sharp intake, hugs herself and shivers at the thought of Starscream*
Sideswipe: *blinks* Are you okay?
Sunstreaker: *offers her a silicon chip she filched from the computer lab supply room*
Sharpshot: No like Starscream... is his fault am way am.
Sunstreaker: *gently taps the smaller bot's arm with the back of her fist and offers the treat again* Really?
Sideswipe: *pauses and blinks* Hey... you look like a girl.
Sharpshot: *as she blinks at Sunstreaker and accepts the treat* Am girl. Name Sharpshot.
Sideswipe: *optics wide with concern* And you just let everyone see?
Sharpshot: *headtilt, and a slightly distant look for a moment, before she says, firmly* Am who am. Not ashamed or scared.
Sunstreaker: *stung* We're not scared. We're just being safe.
Sharpshot: *puzzled look* Was comparing self to sister.
Sideswipe: You have a sister?
Sharpshot: *nod nod* She hiding self. Not feel safe... *quieter* Scared of Starscream... scared of others...
twins: *exchange a glance*
Sideswipe: We're girls.
Sharpshot: *headtilt, before she nods* Feel safer?
Sideswipe: *shrugs* We've always looked like this. It's how we're made.
Sharpshot: Oh... *small frown, tips her head back a bit to think* Sister look kind of like girl... not so much as when were one... but still not feel safe...
Sunstreaker: *quits sulking and frowns* Were one?
Sharpshot: *nod nod, taps her chest* Used to be one mind, one spark... was Sharpshot... was famous... then Starscream... Sharpshot not whole anymore... two minds, one spark. Desinex hurt people, did bad things because of scared, Sharpshot sleep. Later, Sharpshot waking up, no want hurting others anymore... found friends... then Desinex and Sharpshot split more, two minds, two sparks, two bodies.
Sideswipe: *blinking* So you're kind of twins, too.
Sharpshot: *nod nod* Can hear sister, sister can hear self, but not same person as was.
Sideswipe: Wow. Streaker, we're not the only set anymore.
Sunstreaker: *brow ridges lifted*
Sharpshot: *small frown* forgot why out here...
Sideswipe: Uh... we don't know.
Sunstreaker: *sudden twitch and fidget, and then opens a panel on her chest and pulls out two little Seeker babies*
Victory: *squawking. She's HUNGRY!*
Sundog: *clicking to her*
Sharpshot: *Blink blink* *quiet* Is babies... *Soft squeal of "D'aww!"*
both babies: *pause and look at the squeal*
Sundog: *chirpchirpchirpchirp!*
Sharpshot: *Happy clicking and chirping*
Sideswipe: *laughing* I've never heard him say that before.
Sunstreaker: Me either. *hooks Victory to the energy feed to stop her complaining*
Sundog: *wants to visit. Little arms out eagerly*
Sharpshot: *glances to Sunstreaker and Sideswipe* Is okay?
Sunstreaker: Sure. Go ahead. *carefully hands little yellow and green son over*
Sharpshot: *gentle smile as she carefully holds Sundog close and clicks to the baby Seeker*
Sundog: *click click click beep?* *looking up with his big blue optics as he holds on with little hands and feets*
Sideswipe: He's Streaker's and 'Warp's.
Sharpshot: *click click chirrup!* *looks up at Sideswipe and Sunstreaker* 'Warp? *blink blink*
Sideswipe: *pauses and thinks about what she's going to say for once* Yeah... Streaker's husband.
Sharpshot: *blink blink, considering something, before...* When better, am going to ask Hound.
Sideswipe: Ask him what? *blinking herself in her slightly spacey way*
Sunstreaker: *silently cracking up*
Sharpshot: Be husband to self. *attention back on Sundog*
Sideswipe: Ohhhhh. XD Hound! *laughs* Oh man... if Trailbreaker were around he'd be losing that bet big time.
Sharpshot: *looks up* ... *blink blink* Bet?
Sideswipe: Yeah, according to an old story he once bet that Hound would spend the rest of his life alone, poking around in some forgotten corner.
Sharpshot: *frown* Not very nice.
Sunstreaker: Have you seen that guy when you let him outside? Even back on Cybertron they used to lose him sometimes.
Sharpshot: *frown* Found way to concerts. Never lost there...
Sideswipe: *boggles* He went to your concerts??
Sharpshot: *nod nod* Remember seeing him lots of times....
twins: *exchange a glance*
Sideswipe: No wonder we couldn't find him. We never looked there.
Sunstreaker: Explains why he had his com off, too.
Sundog: *toot* o.0
Sunstreaker: Slag, you're as bad as your dad.
Sharpshot: *Blink blink, moves to offer Sunstreaker her son back*
Sunstreaker: It's just air. It won't hurt anything.
Sharpshot: *blink* Remember why came out now...
Sideswipe: Oh, so you have to go? *reaches to take her wiggly nephew*
Sharpshot: *as she transfers Sundog to Sideswipe* Want to ask Jazz for help with music.
Sideswipe: ...And a fart reminded you?
Sunstreaker: .>_<.
Sharpshot: *headshake* Trying to remember reminded.
Sideswipe: *hugs the little guy* Ohhhh. Okay. Well... see you around, huh?
Sharpshot: *nod nod, grin* Later, taters! *heads down the hall, humming a song she heard someone else humming earlier*
twins: *resume their discussion of Cobra Commander's silence*
Jazz: *laying on the floor in he and Bumblebee's quarters with the door open. Beside him his two little sons are rolling around and making noises at each other*
Sharpshot: *pauses nearby, softly "D'aww"s*
Jazz: *looks around sleepily* You don't gotta keep pryin' they horns outta each others' hands.
Sharpshot: *blink blink , moves closer and sits down* Who talking to?
Jazz: *grins* You, girl.
Sharpshot: *blink blink, offers Jazz one of the papers with music on it* Need help... wrote, but not sure how song sounds.
Jazz: *takes the paper and reads it through, then starts to play it with piano sounds*
Sharpshot: *serene expression until she hears a note that doesn't sound quite right to her* ...*headshake* not right...
Jazz: *thinks and marks in a different one, then plays it*
Sharpshot: *smile, nodnod*
Jazz: *continues the tune*
Rap and Scatcat: 0.0
Sharpshot: *slight headtilt with a distant look in her optics, and then she's singing softly, the lyrics of an old Cybertronian standard coming easily to her vocalizer, though instead of Cybertronian, she's using English*
Jazz: *sings along, his voice caressing the notes*
Sharpshot: *shuttering her optics and continuing to sing, though she's starting to fumble over the lyrics a bit*
Jazz: *helping her along. Checks on his sons to see why they're so quiet and sees them both absently gnawing on a fist as they listen. Rap is entranced, and Scatcat's just curious*
Sharpshot: *abruptly switches to Cybertronian near the end of the song*
Jazz: *lets his voice go silent and just accompanies her with the piano sound*
Sharpshot: *frowning slightly once she's finished singing* [need more English...more words...]
Jazz: I got files, if ya want 'em.
Sharpshot: *perks* [lotta words?]
Jazz: Alla 'em. *grin, then squeaks and lifts up Rap as the baby's little fingers poke him in the side*
Sharpshot: *Clicks to Rap and Scatcat after nodding to Jazz*
Jazz: *databursts her the files, and then starts playing 'Land of Confusion', to Rap's utter delight*
Sharpshot: *Quiet as she begins going through the files*
Rap: *laying on his daddy's chest, listening to the music* 0.0
Sharpshot: *frown, slight optic flash as she comes to words she's not sure about, will ask about those words later*
Jazz: *watches her as he rubs his little son's back and sings to him*
Scatcat: *finds his own foot and tries to see if he can yank it off*
Sharpshot: *small frown as she tries to figure out the order of the words that she wants to say* Is different... The grammar... not same in Cybertronian?
Jazz: Hold on. *finds his dictionary of grammer and databursts that too*
Sharpshot: *small nod, begins going through the dictionary of grammar. A few moments pass, and then she's ducking her head and grinning* Was using words wrong... I... think..
Jazz: Maybe a lil' bit. *grins at her*
Sharpshot: *slowly* I...will practice... *pause, pulling up some of the new words she has* and talk to Hound.
Jazz: *grin widens* He'll like that.
Scatcat: *nommafoot*
Sharpshot: *nod nod* And Desinex will... feel better... about... what happened.
Jazz: *quizzical look*
Sharpshot: *gentle look mixed with seriousness* She... feels sad... about the way I was... She... thinks she took music from us... when we were in one shell.
Jazz: Awwww. Ya gotta make her a concert. *visor gives a gentle wink*
Sharpshot: *Wrinkles nose slightly and shakes her head* Concert for Hound, only.
Jazz: *chortling softly*
Sharpshot: *Razzes Jazz* Thrrrrpppppt!
Jazz: *chortles a little louder, but there's nothing bad in it*
Rap: *waves fists and chortles too*
Jazz: o.0 *looks down at the little guy*
Sharpshot: *headtilt, clicks quietly*
Jazz: ^_^; Okay now I officially gotta watch what I say around these guys.
Sharpshot: *Snerks softly, before yawning a little*
Jazz: You jes' got a big chunk 'a data, girl. You should maybe go rest while ya absorb it all.
Sharpshot: *nods and moves to get up* Thank you... for helping with the song... and for giving me more words.
Jazz: *warm grin* Anytime.
Sharpshot: ^_^ *moves to head back towards the med lab, humming the song she was humming earlier*
Hound: *walking wearily down the hall. Still sneezing a bit, though now it's just because his intakes got a bit irritated by the flushing*
Sharpshot: *glee!* Hound! *hurries over to him*
Hound: *grins and holds out his arms* All better now, Sky.
Sharpshot: *moves so Hound can pick her up easily* Good. *grins* Gotta surprise.
Hound: *lifts her gently and continues toward their quarters* What's that?
Sharpshot: *as she snuggles against Hound* I learned more words.
Hound: That's great, Sky. *grins, and then turns his head away and sneezes*
Sharpshot: *just before she yawns* We can talk better now...
Hound: *grins at her and turns into their apartment* I'm glad. But for now it looks like you need some sleep.
Sharpshot: *nods and snuggles close to Hound*
Hound: *brings her to her pretty room and lays her gently on her curtain bed* Good night, Sky.
Sharpshot: *quietly, as she situates herself* Good night, Hound... and good sleep.
Hound: *smiles and gives her shoulder a squeeze, then goes to flop down on his own bed and wait to see if she'll sleep quietly tonight*
Ratchet: *cleaning up from earlier, and absently humming something he heard in the hallway*
First Aid: *coming in from checking on Ironhide and Chromia's soon to be born daughters*
Ratchet: *looks up and smiles a little at First Aid* How are the girls coming along?
First Aid: I think they'll be separating soon. They're both strong and healthy. *pauses and frowns as she considers what she'd been thinking earlier*
Ratchet: *Raised brow ridge* First Aid?
First Aid: It nearly seems like their personalities are already starting to show... but I'm not sure that's possible.
Ratchet: ... *isn't quite sure what to say, settles for* Should we be worried about them trying to act like Chromia too early on?
First Aid: *shakes her head* It's just how the one seems to always be hiding, and the other is right there where she can hear Ironhide's voice through Chromia's armor.
Archiva: *comlink to both medics* //Help!//
Ratchet: ... *grabs his field kit and moves to hurry out the door* //Situation report, Archiva.//
Archiva: //He's in convulsions. *sudden loud noise and her com signal cuts off*//
First Aid: *racing out beside her husband* We're going to need someone to help us hold him down.
Ratchet: *thinking quickly* WakeJumper's got enough mass that she and Wheeljack should be able to hold him down.
First Aid: *sends the SOS to the Engineer, but hasn't got WakeJumper's frequency*
Optimus: *on the floor when they reach his apartment, his body shaking and limbs flailing*
Archiva: *curled just outside the door and dripping blood*
Ratchet: *drops his kit and moves to try to pin Optimus down without getting clobbered himself*
Wheeljack: *comes racing up with WakeJumper and one of the Dinobots at his heels, throws himself on Optimus as well*
WakeJumper: *worried sound as she moves to put her weight on the ailing commander*
Ironhide: *appears in the door and stares, then joins the pile* Chromia, stay back!
Chromia: *Alarmed trill, but stays out of the way*
Ratchet: *as he tries to scan Optimus* Someone check on Archiva!
First Aid: On it. *talking softly to the injured woman as she treats her for broken ribs and a cut scalp*
Optimus: *muffled bellow of pain*
WakeJumper: *Slight wibble, before she's talking quietly* We're just trying to help you, sir...
Wheeljack: I don't think he can hear you right now, Jumper. *grunts as Optimus bucks again*
Ratchet: *reaching for a pain override, even as he hangs on for dear life*
WakeJumper: *Wibbling more and putting a bit more of her weight on Optimus*
Optimus: *another bellow and then his back arches, lifting his shoulders and legs off the floor*
Ironhide: *holds on like grim death*
Ratchet: *has found a pain override, which he moves to apply to the bucking Prime*
Optimus: *falls silent, but not still*
Wheeljack: *frowns with real concern at this*
Ratchet: *firing up his scanners*
WakeJumper: *holding on and trying her best not to accidentally squish anyone nearby*
Optimus: *spark fluctuating badly, which is causing his neural net to malfunction*
Ratchet: *mutes his vocalizer to prevent a cuss, relays this to First Aid*
First Aid: //You have to disable it//
Ratchet: //Did I remember to pack a motor inhibitor and a sedation tab?//
First Aid: //I wasn't there, Ratchet.// *gets up and appears in the doorway* //I'm taking Archiva to the lab.//
Optimus: *suddenly dead still*
Ironhide: *flinches and lifts his head to search his prone leader for life signs*
Ratchet: *small nod, about to reply, nearly cusses over the comms, scans Optimus, and asks WakeJumper to help him flip the larger mech onto his back*
Wheeljack and Ironhide: *getting out of the way*
Optimus: *is going to need a jumpstart*
WakeJumper: *Wibbling, but nods and helps Ratchet flip Optimus onto his back, before skittering over to hide behind Wheeljack*
Ratchet: I need room. Everyone step back. *getting cables out and hooking them to Optimus*
Wheeljack: We're clear.
Ratchet: *small nod, and a quick prayer* Three... two... one... *sends a charge through the cables*
Optimus: *bucks and comes back online*
First Aid: *returning with the portable life support system*
WakeJumper: *Wibbling and then she's hiding her face against Wheeljack*
Wheeljack: *looks at what First Aid's brought and blinks* Is he that sick?
Ratchet: *considering how to answer this, sighs quietly* //Should we tell him, First Aid?//
First Aid: *looks at Ironhide, then back to her husband* //I don't know....//
Ratchet: *Attention goes to WakeJumper, and then he's frowning a bit and pinging Wheeljack's comm* //Wheeljack, maybe you should take WakeJumper someplace quiet. She seems pretty shaken up.//
Wheeljack: *blinks and tears his optics off his commander to look at his friend* Hey, Jumper... c'mon. Intake deeply. Let's get you outta here. Swoop, you get her other side.... *still talking as they move out and down the hall*
Ratchet: *quietly, as he works on hooking Optimus up to the portable support unit* How's Archiva?
First Aid: She can feel Optimus' pain. And she fainted when his spark went out. *swiftly and neatly assisting her husband*
Ratchet: *winces and nods*
First Aid: *looks down at Optimus' face* *very quietly* Are we moving him to the lab?
Ratchet: *considering, before he nods* *quietly* For a little while, at least... We'll be able to keep an eye on him...
First Aid: Do you think he'll actually recover enough to move back? *looks up at him sadly*
Ratchet: I hope so... *getting ready to move Optimus*
First Aid: *helping him get the stretcher ready*
Ratchet: *Soft sigh as he finishes getting Optimus ready for transport*
First Aid: *gentle pat for his hand and an encouraging look*
Ratchet: Ready to go?
First Aid: Ready.
Ratchet: *grabs onto the stretcher and begins to move it towards the med lab*
First Aid: *brings up the rear, glancing at Ironhide as she passes he and Chromia*
Ironhide: *stricken look as he hugs his wife close*
Chromia: *doing her best not to wibble, though it shows clearly in her optics as she holds onto her husband*
First Aid: *looks down to hide her own wibble as she sees Ironhide shutter his optics and lay his cheek on Chromia's head*
Ratchet: *silently praying for Optimus, even as the med lab door opens to let the stretcher in*
First Aid: *slips inside and readies the table next to the one that holds Archiva's hospital bed, then looks up and nods to her husband*
Ratchet: *small nod, begins transferring Optimus to the table*
First Aid: *helps, then glances toward the door as Bumblebee peeks in*
Bee: *Lifeline in one arm, Waltz in the other*
Lifeline: *squeal of alarm and points at Optimus*
Ratchet: *quiet clicks, and once Optimus is on the table, he's moving to get Lifeline and offer cuddles*
Lifeline: *click beep? Little fingers grasp at his plating as big optics look up at him worriedly*
Bee: *quietly* How is he?
Ratchet: *gently rubbing Lifeline's back and clicking* *quietly, knows it's no use trying to hide the truth from Bumblebee* Not good...
Bee: *optics go wide* But he'll be okay, right?
Ratchet: It's hard to say right now...
Bee: *hugs Waltz and looks like she's going to cry* I... better get back. I left Jazz with the boys.
Ratchet: *gently* We'll keep an eye on Optimus.
Bee: *nods and leaves the med lab*
First Aid: *sighs and settles in a rocking chair* *quietly* Ratchet, I'm afraid.
Ratchet: *brings Lifeline over and gently squeezes First Aid's shoulder* *just as quietly* I am too... *looks a bit ashamed to be admitting this*
First Aid: *hand on his and wraps her slender fingers around his blockier ones* But we can't have gotten this far... just to hit a dead end.
Lifeline: *squees softly and hides her face on Papa*
Ratchet: *clicks quietly to Lifeline, and gently squeezes First Aid's hand* You're right... There's got to be a way...
First Aid: God brought us here. *looks at their patients and then bows her head*
Ratchet: *quietly* He helps those who help themselves... We'll find a way...*also bowing his head, and asking for guidance in this trying time*
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