Nexus and a Pocket Dimension, The Black Dog and a Mansion, Homecoming
Locket: *pausing with her hand against a crate for the second time since her mate brought her to this warehouse* Just... give me a moment. *trying so hard not to show weakness as she circulates deeply*
fDinobot: *Will move to give support in a way that anyone looking would think he was just seeking cuddles* *Softly* There is no shame in asking for assistance...
Locket: *looks down with a frown, but then her expression softens* I'd squash you.
fDinobot: *soft 'hrrmm', nuzzle* I am in no hurry.
Locket: *carefully sinks down to sit on the floor, then folds her legs and reaches for him*
fDinobot: *will move closer, rustling his feathers a bit*
Locket: *picks him up and cuddles him close to her chest, but then looks over as she hears a door opening in the direction they were going*
fDinobot: *looks, a low growl starting in his chest*
Dahlia: *quietly as she walks between the crates* Nope. It's not there. I bet I left it in Aunty Showtime's garden.
fDinobot: *headtilt, raised brow ridge*
Tarop-tim: *quiet clicks as he helps Sissy look for her stylus*
Dahlia: *rounds the corner and sees Locket. Then notices fDinobot after she stops short* *frowny* Uncle Dinobot?
fDinobot: Hrrnn... What is it that you are looking for?
Dahlia: *still frowning* My green stylus. ...Is she alright?
fDinobot: *Nod* *Glances at Locket, a question in his optics*
Locket: I'll be alright. *looks at the two strange bots with weary interest*
Dahlia: What are you here for?
fDinobot: We are on our way to our new home.
Dahlia: *more frown* Your new home?
fDinobot: *nod* Tarantulus informed us that the apartment here was available.
Dahlia: *deeper frown* But there's nothing there but Mom and Dad's old bed.
fDinobot: That is all we need.
Tarop-tim: *coming to see who Sissy is talking to, clicks quietly*
Dahlia: Okay. Um... Why aren't you just PINpointing her there? She looks like she doesn't feel good. *arm around brother's shoulders as he gets within reach*
fDinobot: ... *quieter* I do not have a PINpoint...
Dahlia: o_0 Why not?
fDinobot: I usually borrow the mongrel's if I need to use one.
Dahlia: Well you really should have one of your own. *comes over, busy pressing buttons on the popout screen on her own PINpoint*
Locket: *watching the young bot with silent amusement and interest*
fDinobot: Hrrrrm...
Dahlia: *steps on brother's foot even as she puts a hand on Locket. There's a swish, and then they're parked on the bedroom floor of Tarantulus and Showtime's old apartment* There you go.
fDinobot: *unintentional feather poof*
Dahlia: *notices that and goes o_o*
Tarop-tim: *Clickstorm*
Locket: *soft laughter as she tries to smooth her mate out*
fDinobot: *Rustles feathers a bit, earning excited clicks from Tarop-tim*
Dahlia: Um. So me and Tarop-tim will go look for my stylus now. Bye. *waves and heads for the door*
Tarop-tim: *squeak, hurries after Sissy, though he is looking over his shoulder at fDinobot*
Locket: *cracks up as soon as she hears the front door shut*
fDinobot: *more feather rustling, crest is high*
Locket: *lifts him and nuzzles him, her fingers gentle on his back*
fDinobot: *starting to relax, nuzzle*
Locket: *quietly* The berth still looks a little odd, but at least I can see what it's for. *more gentle back rubbing* But are you sure you'll be alright without any of those fancy tarps? You seemed to like them.
fDinobot: I will be alright.
Locket: *soft kiss for his head, and then rocks a little in attempts to get up*
fDinobot: *worried sound*
Locket: *soft grumble and sets him down, then grits her teeth and crawls over to the berth*
fDinobot: *moving to see if he can help her*
Locket: *is big, and wobbly. Finally grabs the edge of the berth and hauls herself up. And then her mate's lifting will help her!*
fDinobot: *once Locket's safely on the berth, he'll move to join her*
Locket: *slowly gets flipped onto her back, then moves around a bit on the smooth vinyl of the thin pad before sighing and putting her arms around her Dinobot* Yes. This is much more comfortable...
fDinobot: *Soft chuckle*
Locket: ...Though I could use something under my head. *lifts head slightly to look at him at that chuckle* What?
fDinobot: I am glad that the berth meets your satisfaction.
Locket: *grins, but then looks through the door toward the living room* Someone else is in the warehouse now. They're coming this way.
fDinobot: Hrrrnnn... *Will move to see who could be approaching*
Locket: *looking through the door toward the living room and listening. Is too tired from the trip here to be able to move too much right now*
fDinobot: *back, is being helped by mWakeJumper as he carries a big pillow into the room*
Locket: *amused at the sight of the two small mechs wrestling with that big bolster* And what's that for?
mWakeJumper: Dahlia said you guys didn't have any blankets or pillows... *Chuckle* Once we get this into place, I'll go get the blankets.
Locket: Pillow, hmm? *face darkens a bit* Is it squishy?
fDinobot: *headshake, grunts a bit as he and mWakeJumper finally manage to get the bolster up onto the berth*
Locket: *takes it and presses it with her fingers* Huh. *tucks it under her neck and sighs*
mWakeJumper: *hustles to get the blankets*
Locket: *recharging when he returns. Is soon joined by a mate curled up gratefully under his unadmitted favorite organic invention*
Meanwhile, in the Black Dog
hHound: Tarantulus! Hey! *waves to try and catch the busy waiter/bouncer's attention as he and his team enter the bar*
Tarantulus: *looks over, nods a greeting before turning his attention back to the table he's currently waiting. Once everyone at that table has been served, he's moving to see where hHound and his group wants to sit*
hHound: Um well, probably at the bar. But I wanted to ask you something else first.
Tarantulus: Hm?
hHound: I heard that you might know somewhere that my team could use for a base.
Tarantulus: Actually... Since the feathery Dinobot and his mate are moving to the apartment in Nem's warehouse, the place they were staying at is available.
hHound: *perks, brow plates lifting slightly* Oh? Where's that? Could we have a look?
Tarantulus: Just let me get someone to cover for me while I show you the place.
hHound: Thanks. *grins that easy grin*
Dahlia: *grabs her dad's arm before he's gone three steps* Dad! They don't have any blankets!
Tarantulus: ... That's not good... *Will put in an order for immediate delivery from the factory in the Nexus* Mutt, go get the order.
mWakeJumper: Alright, but you owe me for this one... *PINpoints out*
Tarantulus: Mutt is the feathered Dinobot's friend... He'll make sure there are plenty of blankets.
Dahlia: Oh good. *looks around* Oh frozen slag, where'd he go this time? *gone!*
Tarantulus: ... *Sigh* *goes to let mEclipse or Rhinox know where he's going*
hHound: *sitting on the edge of a table with his mate perched on his knee when the cloaked bot returns. Is speaking gently to the dark blue femme*
hDesinex: *has let her tough facade down for now, is openly mourning*
hHound: *softly* She's not dead, Sky. If she's where Lu is then she's got a good chance of living forever, like Vector Prime himself.
hDesinex: *quietly* That doesn't make the news any easier to handle, Hound...
hHound: *arms around her and rocks side to side gently* *softly* Think of her kicking caboose and taking names.
hDesinex: *head against her mate's shoulder*
hHound: ...And playing the drum on Lu's head with her lug wrench.
hDesinex: *Snerk*
hHound: *chuckle*
hDesinex: *Quietly* Like the time he called her "Shirley"?
hHound: *shoulders shaking now with silent mirth*
hDesinex: *Snicker*
hHound: Remember that time when they were young, and we found that alien weapon. And Mira tested it to see what it did by shooting Lu in the caboose while he was in the middle of drinking that blue paint? And he was facing Sunstreaker?
hSunstreaker: *Stinkeyes hHound* You said you wouldn't tell that story ever again!
hDesinex: *Dirty rotten chuckle*
hHound: We're remembering her life, Sunstreaker. *grin* All the highlights.
hSunstreaker: *goes after brother after hSideswipe sputters a drink on him*
hShowtime: *quietly* Remember when Lu used to gank her from Sideswipe when she was still new?
hHound: *soft chuckle* Yeah. She was with Lu and 'Halo more than she was ever with you and Sunstreaker.
hShowtime: *as she sips at her singer* Yeah... I'm surprised she didn't imprint on them as her parents...
hHound: Oh she knew who her creators were. *grins, and then winces as the twins crash into a table*
Tarantulus: *Will pick up the scrapping Lambos and separate them* Do any of you have a PINpoint?
hHound: Yeah. Well, no. But we have those fancy things Charlie gave us.
Tarantulus: Can they take coordinates?
hHound: Oh yeah. *reaches around his mate to tap a spot on his left forearm, then puts his hand to the screen that pops up, ready to input data*
Tarantulus: *nods and databursts Hound the coordinates of the mansion, then he's handing hSunstreaker over to hShowtime and getting his PINpoint out* When we get there, I'll give you the deed.
hHound: *good naturedly, as he lets go of hDesinex and reaches for hSideswipe* Well, I guess we need to make sure it'll do first.
Tarantulus: *Chuckles and hands hSideswipe over* Well, the last tenants didn't like how big the place was...
hShowtime: *As she cuddles her mate* How big the place was?
Tarantulus: *nod* It's a pretty big house.
hHound: Well, now I'm curious. *finishes inputing the data and dismisses the screen*
Tarantulus: It's in a pocket dimension, so it's secure.
hDesinex: *pays the tab for the group before nodding to indicate she's ready to go*
hShowtime: *Finishes her Singer and also nods*
hSideswipe: But I only had one drink!
hSunstreaker: And you spit it on me! >\
hShowtime: *Soothingly* We can come back later and get more drinks.
hSideswipe: But we're supposed to be celebrating Mira!
hSunstreaker: Later as in once we check the place out, derp.
hSideswipe: *pout!*
hHound: *mildly* So does anyone else want the coordinates to where we're going, or are we holding hands?
hShowtime: *raises her hand*
hHound: *databursts the coordinates to his bond sister, then looks at the twins... who are busy trying to poke each other in the audio receiver with wet fingers* *sigh*
hShowtime: *Sighs and takes her mate and brother to the coordinates once she's gotten them programmed in*
Tarantulus: Shall we?
hHound: Yeah. Sounds like a good idea. Those two aren't going to settle down today.
hDesinex: When do they ever settle down?
hHound: Less often than you do. *laughs as he teases his mate*
hDesinex: *Gives her mate a Look*
Tarantulus: *snerk, PINpoints to the mansion*
Lambos: *yelling loudly over every frequency about this WHOLE FREAKING CELLAR OF HIGH GRADE*
hHound: *looks around, looks down* ...Show got one number wrong again, didn't she?
hDesinex: ... You know, it wouldn't surprise me....
Tarantulus: *chuckle* This place has what would be a wine cellar in a human house.
hHound: *looking around some more and ignoring the gleeful yelling* It kind of looks like pictures I've seen of human houses.
Tarantulus: There's more upstairs... Master bedroom, master bath, guest bedrooms...
hDesinex: *going to look out the window, surprised sound* The sky's Carina-colored...
hHound: What? *goes to look* ...Wow, look at those clouds.
hDesinex: It's pretty....
hHound: Yeah. *bit of a grin*
hShowtime: //I think we've found where we can celebrate Mira...// *Sounds far too amused, and just a bit tipsy*
hHound: *absently, as he watches those puffy, light blue clouds float over against the lavender sky* //Go ahead, Show. We'll probably be around later.//
hShowtime: //'Kaaaay!//
hDesinex: *Snerk*
Tarantulus: So, what do you think?
hHound: Oh! *turns away from the window* I guess we should look around, huh?
Tarantulus: *Chuckle* There's also a kitchen and a walk-in pantry that's stocked with fuel.
hHound: *grins and looks at hDesinex* What do you want to see first, Sky?
hDesinex: He mentioned bathrooms...
hHound: Alright. *looks at Tarantulus* Could we see the washrack?
Tarantulus: *nods and moves to lead the way* There are about four of them on the second floor...
hHound: *startled* Four?
Tarantulus: *shrugs a shoulder* This is a big house in a pocket dimension.
hHound: *huh* *takes mate's hand and follows*
hDesinex: *impressed by what she's seeing on the way to the washracks, will boggle when she sees the size of the master bathroom*
hHound: *blink blink blink as he slowly turns to take all this in*
Tarantulus: This is the master bathroom. The other bathrooms are smaller... *chuckles as hDesinex opens the next door and sees the master bedroom* And that's the quarters that go with this room.
hDesinex: *long, drawn out curse*
hHound: Sky? *goes over to her*
hDesinex: It's *Bleeping* huge!!! *points to the bed*
hHound: *blinks* A little house inside the big house?
Tarantulus: No... Just a very comfortable berth inside spacious personal quarters
hHound: *mouth falls open as he stares at that big four poster canopy bed* That's a berth??
hDesinex: *needs to hear no more, will go and climb onto said berth now!* Heeey, this is comfy!
hHound: *walks over and looks down at her bemusedly*
hDesinex: *sprawled on her back, is trying to take up as much room as possible, and STILL manages to leave more than enough room for her mate to do likewise* |3
hHound: ...So you want to stay?
hDesinex: Yes.
hHound: *looks at Tarantulus, not even blinking as a thud echoes dimly from the bowels of the house*
Tarantulus: *offers the deed*
hHound: *takes it and looks at it* Do I need to sign anything?
Tarantulus: Considering I won it in a poker game, I don't think so.
hHound: *reads* Yeah, it just said 'the holder of this document is entitled to... blah blah blah... *reads it all and offers it to his mate* That can never fall into Show, Streaker, or Swiper's hands.
hDesinex: *stows the deed in subspace* What they don't know won't hurt them.
hHound: ... *sucks in air and shutters his optics as he remembers the thing that killed Sideswipe*
hDesinex: ... *realizes her error in words, moves to pull mate down for cuddles*
Tarantulus: *will go check on the tipsy trio then*
hHound: *curls around his Desinex, just holding her close and hiding his face against her helm* I'll be okay, Sky.
hDesinex: *rubs his back* *Quietly* We all will, now.
hHound: *circulates and nods* *will just be quiet and hold you now, Desinex*
Tarantulus: *peeks* The trio in the wine cellar are having a party...
hHound: *doesn't move* Mmmhmm. We know.
Tarantulus: *chuckle* Alright, just making sure. *will PINpoint back to the Black Dog*
hHound: //Thanks, Tarantulus.// *pulls hDesinex a little closer and then moves his head so that he can see that soft coloured sky through the window* *quietly* Feels good to be home.
hDesinex: *snuggles close* Yeah...
hHound: *watches sky, hugs mate, and is content to spend the rest of the day there doing so*
((Co-written with random_xtras))