There's a bright flash of light, and suddenly, a blue Corvette ZR1 is occupying a parking space near a mall. "...well, that was interesting...Jazz, did you make it here alright?"
Perceptor nods. "We were just as surprised when we all found out...Red Alert went into a state of near-panic, and Ratchet spent awhile laughing himself silly. Ironhide and several others started a betting pool to see how long it would take the twins to blow themselves, or each other, or Wheeljack, up...Though now the only reason something blows up because of them is usually because Eclipse's twin brother caused an explosion deliberately....Eclipse is generally busy helping Red Alert in the control room..."
Showtime would nod, but she's in alt..."I remember that..." Perceptor nods again, before Jazz's question catches his attention.
"No, not anymore, he doesn't...now he's a triplechanger...his two alts are a speedboat and an SUV...Though, compared to the majority of the base, he is still a youngling..."
"Your Red sounds a lot more tight wired 'n the one I know." Jazz shifts on his wheels a bit. "Alright. Must've ben awhile. But my son's run inta WakeJumper a couple times."
Showtime changes her radio to a dance station in an effort to cover up her snickering as Perceptor attempts to maintain his composure. "Our Red Alert tends to be...rather paranoid, but he means well..."
He seems a bit confused by the whole 'son' thing, but thankfully, Showtime chimes in, "This Jazz isn't the same one back home, Perceptor...this one is from a different reality. Remember when I told you about the Nexus?" That seems to click, and Perceptor nods.
"Of course. That does make sense...Perhaps your son would be willing to locate WakeJumper?"
"Our Red's busy courtin' Miss Swiper, though he ain't realized it yet." Jazz chuckles, pleased with the bit of gossip.
Then he purrs thoughtfully, watching as Bumblebee pops up at the window still chewing on the seatbelt buckle and waves at Perceptor. "I can try'n ask him, but bein' head 'Con 'n a family man don't leave him easy ta track down."
"Different realities, Percy," Showtime says in a sing-song voice, heading off the question Perceptor was about to ask.
The mech startles upon seeing Bumblebee. He is instantly curious, and approaches carefully, so as not to startle the itty-bitty 'bot. He's absolutely fascinated by the chibi, so Showtime decides to comment.
"Hey, girl! You're not lettin' me tell the stories." Jazz chuckles again even as he pokes the com frequency that Dreadnought favors.
Bumblebee blinks her big optics at Perceptor, but then recognizes him and has a happy flaily fit that results in her tumbling down to the floor sans belt buckle. Upset squeaking follows.
Perceptor nods, carefully reaching into Showtime's alt to pick up the distressed chibi. "There, there...no need for tears..." He plays a cheerful tune over his own radio, in an attempt to cheer the chibi up.
Showtime bounces on her shocks slightly, relieved. "That's good, right?"
The silver Solstice decides that if Perceptor's transformed it must be alright for him to be too, and does so, settling on his skidplate as he nods. "Yeah. He says Eclipse 'n Keepsake're workin' on the whatsit, 'n WakeJumper's eatin' cupcakes with Swoop."
Tiny hands cling to Perceptor's armor as Bumblebee hides her face against him. Jazz reaches toward her, but then recognizes signs that say that there will be shrieking if he tries to move her now. "Try rubbin' her back, man."
Perceptor nods, and begins gently rubbing Bumblebee's back, continuing to play the music.
Showtime transforms, stretching out her limbs and twitching her doorwings a bit. "Well, at least they're with someone that can keep an eye on them...Who's Keepsake, and who's Swoop though? I've never met anyone by those designations, I'm fairly certain..."
Jazz rubs the scar that goes clear around his middle, then groans softly as he rubs a fist into what looks like a gigantic fingerprint in the middle of his back. "They're 'Jack's baby girls. His daughters. Though he all formal 'n don't call 'em that."
Then he perks. "Wait, WakeJumper? Kid that turns inta a jet ski?"
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Showtime would nod, but she's in alt..."I remember that..." Perceptor nods again, before Jazz's question catches his attention.
"No, not anymore, he doesn't...now he's a triplechanger...his two alts are a speedboat and an SUV...Though, compared to the majority of the base, he is still a youngling..."
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He seems a bit confused by the whole 'son' thing, but thankfully, Showtime chimes in, "This Jazz isn't the same one back home, Perceptor...this one is from a different reality. Remember when I told you about the Nexus?" That seems to click, and Perceptor nods.
"Of course. That does make sense...Perhaps your son would be willing to locate WakeJumper?"
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Then he purrs thoughtfully, watching as Bumblebee pops up at the window still chewing on the seatbelt buckle and waves at Perceptor. "I can try'n ask him, but bein' head 'Con 'n a family man don't leave him easy ta track down."
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The mech startles upon seeing Bumblebee. He is instantly curious, and approaches carefully, so as not to startle the itty-bitty 'bot. He's absolutely fascinated by the chibi, so Showtime decides to comment.
"Well, we can at least hope for the best, right?"
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Bumblebee blinks her big optics at Perceptor, but then recognizes him and has a happy flaily fit that results in her tumbling down to the floor sans belt buckle. Upset squeaking follows.
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Perceptor trills in alarm and goes over to Showtime's alt, before peeking inside to check on the chibi. "Are you alright?"
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Bumblebee is leaking big tears all over the place. This is one very upset little chibi.
"Hey." Jazz bounces. "Dready's got your friends."
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Showtime bounces on her shocks slightly, relieved. "That's good, right?"
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Tiny hands cling to Perceptor's armor as Bumblebee hides her face against him. Jazz reaches toward her, but then recognizes signs that say that there will be shrieking if he tries to move her now. "Try rubbin' her back, man."
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Showtime transforms, stretching out her limbs and twitching her doorwings a bit. "Well, at least they're with someone that can keep an eye on them...Who's Keepsake, and who's Swoop though? I've never met anyone by those designations, I'm fairly certain..."
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