dens_tf_den | sv, Various locations in Detroit, New Arrivals

Cragbuster: *sitting and ignoring everyone as he eats the pizza he ordered to combat his softboil and gummi ham withdrawal*

First Aid: *helping WakeJumper work on Calypso after the young medibot dragged the femme in for repairs*

Calypso: *Showing that she's seen one too many pirate movies while she was separated from her teammates*

WakeJumper: Hold still, Caly... I can't... Ow! Hey! *Going to try pinning the femme now, since she clocked him pretty good upside the head*

Nightside: *coming to help*

Nightwish: *watches her eldest son as her younger sons slap each other on her shoulders. Then turns away and quirks a brow as a call comes from the hospital saying that Prowl has been given the go ahead for visitors*

Stiletto: *Was lounging in the rafters, heard that!*

Kia: *looks up from the little toy/pet that mgBuster made her* Papa?

Ratchet: *Attention going from where he's been working on something* Yes, Kia?

Kia: Prowl?

Ratchet: He's a friend.

Fixer: *pings Ratchet's frequency*

Ratchet: //Ratchet here.//

Fixer: //I just sent a rust nut that found his way to the Nexus and got LOL'd in your direction. I'm fairly certain he actually managed to make it to Detroit.//

Ratchet: //... I'm almost afraid to ask who.//

Fixer: *voice full of scorn* //Springer.//

Ratchet: //...// *Facepalming*

Fixer: //Did you hang up on me?//

Ratchet: //What'd he get LOL'd with, so I know what to deal with when he gets here?//

Fixer: //What do you fraggin' think he got LOLd with? And I could hear someone yelling at the exhaust for CPU to put his shirt back on.//

Ratchet: *long-suffering sigh* //It's a good thing we've got Nexus access... and we've still got furniture from when all of us got LOL'd human that one time...//

Fixer: //Well have fun.// *click*

Ratchet: ... *Pinches the bridge of his nose*

Kia: Papa? *hugging pet*

Ratchet: I've got to go find where Springer wound up...

Kia: *gets up, her expression hopeful*

Ratchet: He's somewhere in Detroit...

Kia: *takes his hand, wants to go with Papa*

Ratchet: Let's get some blankets for him, alright, Kia?

Kia: *turns and runs to get blankets!*

Ratchet: *Will wait for Kia to return*

Ironfist: *sidesteps to miss the little one and walks over to the old bot* Something come up?

Ratchet: Springer got himself LOL'd human and he's somewhere in Detroit.

Ironfist: ...You mean that one student of Yoketron that vanished?

Ratchet: ... He was one of Yoketron's students?

Ironfist: *nods* Jazz talks about him often.

Jazz: *currently is up on the roof yelling advice at the top of his voice as some of the youngbots try to fly a kite*

Ratchet: ... Huh...

Ironfist: Nobody officially knew where he was till we found out he was living on Tau. *chuckle*

Ratchet: *nods* The night we found out about WakeJumper being a triplechanger... *remembers this well, as he STILL has a scar from where Stiletto bit him*

Ironfist: Yes. *nod* A few bots tried to collect debts after that, I hear. Springer went and hid behind Fixer.

Ratchet: *Snerks softly* Well, he's somewhere in the city... Probably confused as all get-out...

Ironfist: *quizzical head tilt as Kia runs back with two neatly folded blankets*

Ratchet: *nods and moves to transform, before opening the back doors of his alt-mode so Kia can climb inside*

Ironfist: Do you need any help?

Kia: *carefully packs the blankets, and then settles with her back to the wall and her chin on her knees*

Ratchet: Kia's going to help me... But if you could go get one of those inflatable beds ready, that'd be great.

Ironfist: I'll do that. *turns and heads down the hall, aiming for the stairs and the second floor storage room that holds the human furniture and a sparklet hideout*

Kia: *soft sigh as she nestles against Ratchet's wall*

Ratchet: *makes sure Kia's safely inside before he closes his doors and heads out*

Jazz: *stops facepalming epically at baby Seekers' idea of kite flying to wave as the ambulance leaves the plant*

Ratchet: *Flashes his lights as he heads out to begin searching for Springer*

Detroit: *warm. Busy*

Ratchet: *keeping a sensor on alert for Springer, though he's not sure what the LOL'd Autobot will look like*

Kia: Papa?

Ratchet: Yes, Kia?

Kia: *slowly, her voice doll-like* Where is Springer?

Ratchet: That's what we're going to find out.

Kia: Oh....

Ratchet: *is on the lookout for a male human who has clothing that looks like it's patterned after Springer's paintjob and armor*

Springer: *sitting on the sidewalk by a certain well-known bus stop, his head bowed as he nurses his broken arm and wibbles a bit*

Ratchet: *Slowing to a stop and opening his doors* There he is...

Kia: *hops out and looks around, blankets held close*

Ratchet: *Transforms and moves to approach* Springer?

Springer: *looks up, his dark eyes dazed in a face that's pale despite a natural tan* *quietly* ...Ratchet?

Ratchet: *Will move to crouch next to Springer now, scanning* Easy, Springer...

Springer: ...Ran into me. But I was crossing when the little human was on the light.... *blinks shockishly*

Kia: *hovering and hugging the blankets*

Ratchet: *Frowns, then shows Kia how to gently wrap a human in blankets* Let's get you to a hospital... *Will also let Captain Fanzone know that an Autobot got turned human, and hit by a car or some other vehicle*

Springer: Don't bump my arm. *face twists as his wibbling gets worse*

Kia: Oh.... *shrinks back*

Fanzone: //WHAT???//

Ratchet: //One of the grunts from Tau got himself LOL'd human, and from what he's told me, he got hit by a car while crossing the street... and apparently, it wasn't his fault.//

Fanzone: //Keep 'em dere while I tryta find a car dat works.// *growls*

Ratchet: //He needs to be taken to the hospital. His arm's broken.// *soothing clicks to Kia*

Fanzone: *sharp with concern now* //Why did nobody tell me about dis??? Excuse me, I gotta go knock some sense inta some people.// *click*

Springer: *closes his eyes and murmurs about it being cold*

Ratchet: *Carefully scooping up Springer* *To Kia* Let's get Springer to the hospital.

Kia: O-kay, Papa. *little doll voice so serious*

Ratchet: *heading for the hospital now. Yes, on foot, deal with it*

Kia: *trotting at his side, her small hand tucked into the crook of his arm as she looks around with innocent curiosity at everything they pass*

Springer: ...Threw it at me. Really stunk. And then... whoa, squoishy.

Ratchet: Mhmm... *Paying attention to where he's going*

Springer: And hair where my badge should be.... *looks a bit freaked by that*

Ratchet: Humans have hair, Springer... *Snorts as he watches the cinnamon stick fall from Norman's mouth as he ducks through the ambulance emergency entrance*

Springer: Yeah.... *eyes slip shut*

Norman: ... Should'a stayed in New York... *Going inside to alert staff to the situation*

Ratchet: *Gently nudges Springer with one finger* Hey, stay awake.

Springer: *no response but shaky breathing. Skin feels clammy*

Kia: *is just a pair of big optics peeking from behind Ratchet*

Ratchet: *quiet curse, crouches to set Springer on the gurney that just got brought out*

Saelen: *paying Ratchet no mind as he gets Springer's blood pressure while Josh checks other vital signs*

Springer: It was the little human. I checked.... *chest heaves as he sucks in air* Can't..... *gasping as his heart does a crazy panic attack dance*

Josh: *Getting an oxygen mask onto Springer* Easy...

Springer: *shaking and blinking tears, which make him panic a little more because he doesn't know why he's leaking*

Kia: 0_0 Cry....

Saelen and Josh: *Working with Norman to get Springer wheeled inside*

Springer: *starting to calm, comforted by soothing words and a warmed blanket*

Kia: *watches them go, and then looks at Ratchet, wibbling*

Ratchet: *Will offer a hug* Let's go home. They'll let us know how he is. *moves to bring his little femme back to the plant*

A few hours later

Springer: *has been moved to a quiet room that is empty but for a dark-haired man in the second bed. His arm is held securely in a cast, and there's a slice of chocolate fleck angel cake sitting on his tray table and letting out sweet smells* *Then he's starting to wake up. It takes a few moments, but eventually, he's opening one eye to try and see where he is and whether he's about to get walloped by Fixer for something*

Prowl: *very quietly, his voice raspy and weak* Welcome back.

Springer: *Startles, as he hadn't realized there was someone else in the room as well* Er... Hi?

Prowl: *slight smile that enhances the gauntness of his pale face* How... do you feel?

Springer: Like I got stomped on by Torky AND Fixer... *slight grumble as he tries to sit up more*

Prowl: *small chuckle that causes him to cough*

Springer: *Concerned* Hey, are you okay?

Prowl: *concentrates on breathing for a moment, but nods slightly* *finally* I... will be.

Springer: *Trying to sit up more, isn't having much luck* So what happened, and where are we?

Prowl: You might not want to do... that. Press the green... button on the bed railing.

Springer: *blink blink* Huh... *Will do so, then he's boggling a bit as the bed moves*

Prowl: *slight smile* What's... your name?

Springer: I'm Springer. What's your name?

Prowl: *brow lifts* The... Springer... who studied under Yoketron?

Springer: *A bit sheepishly* Er... Yeah...

Prowl: *smiles again* He... spoke... well of you.

Springer: *Feels his face heating a bit, doesn't realize he's blushing, but the fact that his ears are red gives it away*

Prowl: Your swordwork.... *pauses to cough more*

Springer: *concerned* Should I try and call someone?

Prowl: *shakes head and then lays back and breaths deeply again, putting up a hand to adjust the oxygen tube that passes under his nose* No....

Springer: *small frown* You sure?

Prowl: *nods, still breathing*

Springer: ... You never did tell me your name...

Prowl: *slight chuckle* No. It's... Prowl. *yes, Springer. He's a bot too*

Springer: ... *looking like he's seen a ghost*

Prowl: *notices that and sighs* Alternate....

Springer: ... Oh....

Prowl: You... were LOLd?

Springer: I guess? I was on my way to deliver something for Dockboss, and instead of the Enforcer office, the door lead to this weird place, then someone was throwing something at me...

Prowl: *sympathetic wince as he nods* LOL. Should... wear off... in a couple weeks.

Springer: *dismayed* Weeks?

Prowl: *quietly translates to Cybertronian terms*

Springer: *more dismayed. He had a feeling it'd be a little while... but sheeeeesh*

Prowl: *perks a bit as he catches footsteps in the hall* Mrs... Fanzone.

Springer: *Curious sound*

Kathy: *carrying a couple of blankets, one for Prowl, and one for Springer* Hey, Prowl. Feeling better?

Prowl: *smile for the woman who's been his anchor through this difficult and disorienting illness* Yes. Thank... you.

Kathy: *offers one of the blankets, which has a gingham cat head at one corner* Stiletto's trying to convince Diane to let her up here...

Springer: *blink blink as he watches the petite red-headed lady*

Prowl: *hand goes toward the soft blanket* Then... you had better... go and open the door, Mrs... Fanzone.

Kathy: *Soft snerk, moves to do so, will deposit the other blanket on Springer's lap and open the door*

Stiletto: *in alt mode, pads into the room*

Springer: *Poking at the blanket on his lap, at least till he gets a good look at Stiletto* Bhuh?

Prowl: *soft chirp as he sets his blanket down and holds out a hand toward the youngbot*

Diane: *peeking into the room, is a lady who isn't much taller than Kathy, but is a bit more sizeable*

Stiletto: *Ears up, transforms, moves to stand by Prowl's bed and reaches for the offered hand*

Prowl: *weak squeeze for Stiletto's hand as his grin lights his whole thin face up, then turns to Springer* My... student. Stiletto. *his quite pride is clear in his voice, and calls to mind that of his own teacher when Yoketron had spoken of his students*

Springer: Heeey, that's the gal that was courting Mirage for a bit...

Stiletto: *soft sigh* If that's how I'm going to be remembered...

Prowl: *gives her hand another gentle squeeze as he quietly mentions some embarrassing youthful escapade of Springer's*

Springer: ... That's low....

Stiletto: *amused tailswish*

Prowl: But... only fair. *slight smile*

Springer: XP

Kathy: Oh, before I forget... *to Springer* Carmine found the person who hit and ran you...

Prowl: *frowns as he listens*

Springer: *perks up* I checked before I crossed the street that the little human was on the sign....

Prowl: ...Bike messenger?

Kathy: *nods* And apparently going fast enough to break this guy's arm... *indicates the cast that Springer is sporting*

Stiletto: *ear flick as she tilts her head slightly*

Springer: ... *eyeing the cast* Well, that explains why I can't move my arm....

Prowl: *takes his hand from Stella to face palm*

Stiletto: *Soft snerk* *Quietly* This is normal for him. I've seen it in person.

Prowl: Yes. Yoketron... mentioned how good he was at... clearing his mind. And forgetting to... refill it.

Springer: *:P at Prowl*

Stiletto: *facepalming*

Kathy: *chuckles* Fixer said the same thing....

Prowl: *dryly* I'm sure.

Springer: I checked the light before I crossed!

Prowl: *gently* Next time... remember to look both ways before... you cross... as well. *weary sigh*

Stiletto: *Will gently drape the blanket Kathy brought over Prowl and tuck it around him now*

Prowl: *slight smile for her. His eyelids are drooping.*

Springer: Did you get LOL'd too, Prowl?

Prowl: *slight head shake* No. I'm... techno-organic. My alt mode is organic... and transforms to this form... among others.

Springer: .... *looking a bit brain broken now*

Stiletto: Get some rest, Prowl... *gently fussing over her mentor now*

Prowl: *smiles at her and closes his eyes. And then seems to fade out of sight slightly where her shadow falls across him*

Stiletto: *gently smoothing Prowl's hair now*

Prowl: *sighs and sleeps*

Springer: ..... *has discovered what the stuff on his tray is for, NOM*

Kathy: *chuckles at that as she settles into the rocking chair*

Stiletto: *transforms back to alt-mode, then carefully climbs onto Prowl's bed and kittysnuggles*

Springer: *belly full of lovely organic blitzbread, air full of a nice soft rumbling sound. Soon sleeps too*

Across town

Denver: *Dragging Saelen over to the next old car at the car show, and seeming to pay no attention to the fact that the poor guy's about ready to fall asleep standing up*

something: *suddenly thuds onto the ground at the edge of the show*

Saelen: *Awake! And pulling Denver to safety now*

Denver: *Startled cuss, looking for the source of the thud*

beautiful and futuristic looking blue car: *standing there*

Denver: Whoah....

Saelen: ... Where did that come from?

Denver: *Gets Saelen to let her go, moves to approach the car*

random guy: *walking around the car* Hey, this isn't on the program.

Denver: No, 't ain't... *small frown*

Saelen: *calling the DPD to report this, has a baaaad feeling about the car*

Tracks: *coming back online slowly, and then tries to recoil as he sees what's surrounding him. Is horrified when nothing happens. All his straining brings about no result. His body is unresponsive*

Denver: Wonder who owns th's 'un? 'S gorgeous...

police dispatcher: *asking if the car has any identifying features*

Saelen: *Describing the car in detail, moves to check the steering wheel for any identifying features* I'm not seeing any....

red-haired guy: *comes walking over* Congratulations, Miss, you just won a Dream Car!

Denver: ... Huh?

red-haired guy: You were the first lady to come look at hi... it. So you win our contest!

Tracks: *silent agonizing spark palpitations*

Denver: *Skeptical expression*

Saelen: What's the catch?

red-haired guy: No catch! Well, I suppose you could buy a few cans of oil.

Saelen: ...

Denver: Don' need t'... Ah've got s'me at th' shop. *Scowling a bit at the red-haired guy. Doesn't trust him. He gives her the creeps for some reason*

guy: Oh well. Here's my card. And if you'll just sign here on this paper everything will be settled.

Tracks: *fighting to speak, but can't even blink his lights*

Denver: *Reluctantly signs the paperwork, still doesn't trust the guy*

red-haired guy: *gives her her copies, which state that she's the owner of this custom one of a kind concept car*

Denver: *calling one of the guys at the shop and telling them to get one of the tow trucks ready. No, not the one that tows cars behind, the one that has the flatbed*

red-haired guy: *vanishes into the crowd. Literally. Once he's out of sight he pixels and dissipates*

Tracks: *would be overheating if his body were responsive at all, but he can't even intake. Only suffer in total silence and stillness as the filthy organics surround him and one even touches him!*

random guy: Niiice. Wish I'd brought my wife.

Denver: *absent shrug*

random guy: Would've been sweet to drive around in this baby. *touches the car again, wistfully*

Denver: Oy! 'Ands off!

random guy: *jerks his hand away* I'm not hurting it. My hands are clean.

Denver: Y'u w'ldn't go 'round touchin' th' otha cahs 'ere, so don' do 't t' mahn. *stern*

random guy: *has touched quite a few cars* Now listen here.... *phone rings* Yes? Yes, dear. I got a little distracted. *scoots*

Tow Truck: *Arriving and parking nearby*

Raoul: *slumped in the passenger seat with his feet on the dash, idly messing around with his leg band and wondering how much of him would be left if it really did blow up*

Denver: *To Raoul* Le's git th's cah up 'n th' flatbed, Raoul.

Raoul: *pretends he didn't hear her. Doesn't even look up*

Jean: *Already out and giving the car a visual inspection to see where he might be able to hook it up to make the process of getting it onto the flatbed easier*

Denver: *Will take drastic measures then... and wallop the door of the tow truck. Hard.*

Tracks: *nearly passes out at the violent attack on the inoffensive truck*

Raoul: *continues to mess with the leg band, his face sullen and closed*

Denver: *deep breath, then she's opening the door, and all but yanking Raoul out by his shirt collar*

Raoul: *tries to shrug free, his face going blank as he does so*

Denver: *Firmly* Help Jean.

Raoul: *does so, as slowly as humanly possible. But then he catches sight of the blue car and pauses, his face full of confused wonder*

Denver: Ah won th't, Raoul. Ah wanna git 't back t' th' shop ASAP. Quit dawdl'n'.

Raoul: *gentle hand on the hood, his fingers taking in the texture of the paint and the warmth of the metal*

Tracks: *BAD TOUCH!* *faint*

Saelen: .... *headshake as Denver and Jean move to get the car secured*

Raoul: *starts a bit as something of the loading process causes a clank, and then goes to work with shocking alacrity*

Denver: *Setting up to fuss and check the car over for damage*

Raoul: *voice low, and rough from disuse* He ain't hurt. Get outta my way.

Jean: *snerks and goes to the controls for the towing rig*

Denver: *Startles a bit, then she's snorting* Th' sooner we git th's ont' th' truck, th' bettah.

Raoul: *ignoring her again as he guides the car into place*

Denver: *soft snerk, helps with that, then tells Jean to get his butt into the truck*

Jean: You got it, boss. *laid back attitude and all*

Raoul: *gives the new car a last pat, and then slouches over to his place in the passenger seat of the truck, the animation draining out of him once again as the sullen indifference returns*

Denver: Raoul, make sure th' garage 's readeh wh'n Ah git th're. 'N stick 'round f'r a bit. Ah'mma need 'elp th't ain't Jean.

Raoul: *no reply. He's messing with his leg ring again*

Denver: Ah'll see y'all back at th' shop.

Saelen: *moving to get his car keys out of his pocket, as he knows Denver'll want to get to the shop ASAP*

Raoul: *frowns to himself as he thinks of the blue car, then leans back and puts his hands in his pockets*

Denver: *watching as the truck pulls away, and wondering just where the heck that car really came from. Still doesn't really believe the story about the 'contest'. Finally shrugs and goes to get in Saelen's car to return to the shop*

((co-written with

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