Returning home

[blue_zr1]

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?"

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[slag_megs]

"Keepsake does. 'N yeah..." He stoops and touches a red stain with a finger. "My 'Hide ain't rusty."

[blue_zr1]

Showtime's frown deepens, but then Desinex makes a small noise of distress and her attention shifts to the Decepti-femme. Soon, the two are conversing, even as Desinex begins to nod off.

Perceptor frowns, inspecting the rust with concern, "Nor is the one that Showtime and myself are acquainted with...perhaps this one is injured..."

((Percy really needs his own LJ...but that'll be the...sixth character journal I've made...wow, I need a life...XD))

[slag_megs]

Jazz studies the rust, then wipes it off on the pavement and turns toward Desinex. "Hey, what's the story with that mech that brought ya here?"

((nah. My critters share all the time. lol Jazz and Dready are odd bots out with their own.))

[maserati_sniper]

Desinex blinks, trying to focus her optics on the silver mech. "[Dunno...was lookin' f'r Showtime...'e found me...brought me 'ere...]"

[slag_megs]

"What'd he look like?" Jazz transmits a soothing com message to Bumblebee, who is on the verge of kicking up a fit.

[maserati_sniper]

Desinex considers the question, before replying, "['e was big...big 'n black...'n damaged, I think...seemed more like 'n empty shell th'n a mech...]"

Perceptor turns up his radio, searching for a song to cheer up Bumblebee, and he gently rubs the chibi's back.

Showtime, meanwhile, is comming someone else back at the base she and Perceptor are from. She moves away from Desinex so she can argue with whoever is on the other end.

[slag_megs]

"Hold her near your spark," Jazz tells Perceptor. Then he turns back to Desinex with a frown. "What do you mean?"

[maserati_sniper]

Perceptor nods, shifting Bumblebee so she's resting on the plating that covers his sparkchamber.

Desinex concentrates, trying to remember, "[His optics...no feeling in them...like he was carryin' th' whole'a Cybertron on his shoulders...]" She blinks a few more times, before letting out a tired sigh and starting to go into recharge.

Showtime finishes arguing with whoever it was she was arguing with over comms, a satisfied look on her faceplates. "Well, now we have someone who can carry her," she points at Desinex, "back to the base so we can keep an optic on her. She's not thrilled with the idea, but I promised her a few cubes of Lambo-brewed high-grade from my own stash..."

[slag_megs]

Jazz frowns and pokes Desinex, focused on the mystery of the damaged Ironhide. "Where'd ya meet 'im?"

[maserati_sniper]

Desinex startles, frowns as her body locks up again, and then answers Jazz's question, "[Dressing room...was lookin' f'r Show...]"

[slag_megs]

The silver mech's frown deepens as he turns back to Showtime and then looks at Perceptor. "Try 'Wakka Lakka'."

More frowning and crossed arms. "I don' even wanna tryin' think what'd mess a 'Hide up that bad."

[blue_zr1]

Showtime nods in agreement. "Yeah...same here...whatever it was, must've been pretty bad...Maybe we should try to find him and make sure he's alright..."

Perceptor raises an optic ridge, but searches for the song nonetheless, and upon finding it, begins playing it.

[slag_megs]

"We gotta finish this, first," says Jazz reluctantly. "And it probably wouldn' be safe for Bumble."

He glances at the chibi, who has settled down at the first note of the song and is now quietly chewing a finger and listening to Perceptor's spark.

[blue_zr1]

Showtime nods, before glancing at Desinex, who has fallen into recharge. "Maybe we could get help from someone in the Nexus..." The sound of a large vehicle approaching catches the femme's attention, and she perks up.

"About time, Chromia!" A large black pickup truck, which at first glance looks a lot like Ironhide, pulls up nearby, and a femme's voice comes from the truck's radio.

"Don't forget, Show, you owe me for this one..." Showtime nods, a small smile on her faceplates.

"For once, I don't mind giving up part of my stash..."

Perceptor considers the predicament Jazz is in. On the one hand, it would be a very big risk to take Bumblebee to talk to that particular Ironhide, but on the other, he himself isn't sure bringing the chibi to their base would be the best idea either. "Perhaps the best solution would be to seek out someone you trust and ask them to keep watch over Bumblebee?"