hsv, Beau's house and Autobot HQ, Coping and New Arrivals Part 2
Continued from here.
Med ward
Hank: *pushing a gurney into the main room, and speaking quietly to Dixie as she walks beside him nursing a burned hand* Fear not, my dear lady. I will replace the damaged pot with interest.
Dixie: *small nod, worried glance for the gentleman on the gurney*
Hank: *pushes the gurney over beneath the far examining table, and then starts to bustle around and get the life support and monitoring equipment properly set up* Mayhap thou shouldst ask our Chief Medical Officer to dress thine hand.
WakeJumper: *coming to see who he heard, wishing to himself that humans had better hearing* Actually, I can take care of that....
Dixie: *raised brow at the guy dressed in fancy duds*
Hank: *pauses and gives the long haired young man in quaint dress a curious look, but then glances toward the purring he can hear emanating from Ratchet's office* Ah, forgive me. Your voice falls upon mine ears familiarly, but...
WakeJumper: *small, amused smile* Yeah... Looks don't match what you remember... I'm WakeJumper....
Hank: 0_0 Welcome back. Thous't run afoul of a LOL?
WakeJumper: That's what I'm thinking, but I'm not sure... It might have something to do with Keepsake and Eclipse's portal generator... Let me get something to take care of the lady's hand though... *heads into the supply room*
Dixie: ... *to Hank* Ah'm guessin' 'e ain't s'posed t' look lahk th't?
Hank: No. He's normally a rather strapping young medibot of a most eye catching colour theme. *checks dials, and then gives Holmes' shoulder a gentle pat*
WakeJumper: *back in time to hear that last bit* It's easier on the eyes and optics than Ratchet's, at least.
Hank: *chuckles* I suppose that could be construed as a matter of opinion. *amusement fades from his face* How fares our Tracks?
WakeJumper: Showtime's talking to him... She's a counselor.... *quieter* And she's dealt with a similar situation... *starts gently cleaning Dixie's hand so he can bandage it*
Dixie: ... *slight, concerned frown* *quietly* She's lost s'me'un close t' 'er?
WakeJumper: *softly as he works* Her first child...
Hank: *absent tongue cluck as he thinks of what the blue femme has told him about the youngster who has come to be known as Mira. Eyes are still on his patient*
Dixie: *non-injured hand to her mouth*
Hank: *softly* And unlike young Mira, Miss Bates will not be returning till the last trump.
WakeJumper: *surprised expression is a go* Mira's alive?
Hank: *nods* *quietly* Though an Exile.
WakeJumper: *quietly* Does Showtime know?
Hank: Aye. Sunstreaker went to meet with the little Miss and her foster mother not long since.
WakeJumper: *small nod* ... Guess that explains why Showtime seems so much more relaxed now...
Hank: Ah, part of that may also be due to the fact that she no longer has to deal with her mate's frustration at his twin brother's conduct.
WakeJumper: ... *puzzled look for Hank as he finishes bandaging Dixie's hand*
Hank: *unusually terse, though cheerful* Sideswipe finally took the leap.
WakeJumper: ... About time.
Hank: Indeed. Shhh, Mr. Holmes. All is well. Rest thee and focus on healing.
Holmes: *slight frown, though he's too weak right now to even opens his eyes*
WakeJumper: *over to Holmes' side* *quietly* Nightwish got Moriarty....
Holmes: *brows twitch upward, and one thin hand closes slightly*
WakeJumper: It's his own fault, hanging out and trying to aim into your window.
Holmes: *brows twitch again as he hazily tries to think of how he can ask if they're certain this time*
Hank: *blinking* Art certain, young WakeJumper? From the tales the Professor is known to be a most slippery individual.
WakeJumper: *to Hank* Would you doubt Nightwish could get him?
Hank: I confess me to not know the lady o're well.
WakeJumper: She broke his back, and twisted his neck to make sure.
Dixie: *just went pale*
Hank: 0_0
Holmes: *sighs and goes to sleep*
WakeJumper: *moves to grab one of the human-sized chairs and insist that Dixie sit down* Doctor Watson confirmed that Moriarty was dead.... and I verified it.
Hank: *softly* My stars and garters...
WakeJumper: *small nod* *quietly* I am so sick of dealing with death....
Hank: *gentle big hand on the younger man's shoulder* *quietly* Sometimes only a death will prevent further death.
WakeJumper: *another small nod, sadness clear in his aqua-colored eyes*
Hank: *pulls him close and gives him a hug, other hand going to Dixie's shoulder*
WakeJumper: *softly* I'll be alright... Eclipse is on her way back here, and should be on base soon...
Hank: *gentle nod* Mayhap thou shoulds't retire to thine quarters and rest. If you stop by mine own habitation there may be garments that would fit thee.
WakeJumper: *small chuckle, and a slight headshake* I still owe Eclipse a nice dinner... and I already blackmailed Epps into loaning me some clothes...
Hank: Ah. Still, a few moments' quiet in your home would be helpful, methinks.
WakeJumper: *slight quirk of a grin*
Hank: *gently pushes him toward the door* Begone, I will mind the infirmary.
WakeJumper: Alright, alright.... *soft chuckle. Will go find Epps, because he doesn't want to miss the soldier's reaction to Eclipse's outfit*
Hank: *watches him go with a chuckle, and then sobers and turns back to Dixie* Art well, Mrs. Lamont?
Dixie: *quietly* 'E... 'E's bareleh older th'n mah son....
Hank: *softly* Aye, but war ages one. *speaks as one who knows*
Dixie: 'E's jes' a kid....
Hank: He's an accomplished physician and a father.
Dixie: *quiet sob*
Hank: *gently squeezes her shoulder* *softly* The war has ended now. His son and the other children here will grow up in peace.
Dixie: *trying so hard not to get upset. She's pictured Jake in WakeJumper's situation, so not getting upset is far more difficult than it should be*
Hank: *will gently pull her out of the chair and then guide her over to the door of the quarantine room, which he knocks at* Showtime? May we enter?
Showtime: *quietly, as she opens the door* Tracks is resting...
Hank: *nods and looks up at her* *quietly* Methinks it will do Mrs. Lamont good to stay with him as he does so. *gentle rub for the distraught woman's back*
Showtime: *small nod, will offer her hand to Dixie*
Hank: *softly urges Dixie forward*
Dixie: *very slight stumble, is caught by the blue femme*
Showtime: *gentle reassurances, will move to bring Dixie over to the insensate mech on the berth*
Tracks: *silent, though glistening trails on his face show where he wept during his brief conversation with Showtime a little earlier*
Dixie: *never expected to see that robots can cry*
Showtime: *gently, going back into counselor mode since it seems Dixie needs to talk as well* Everything will be alright... Things are going to hurt for awhile, and that's normal... and everybody handles grief differently.... *going to be talking to Dixie for a little while now*
Hank: *smiles and closes the door as he returns to Holmes' bedside*
Silverbolt's room
Silverbolt: *groggy and disoriented as he begins to wake up*
Seastar: *sets down her datapad and puts a hand on his arm* Easy. You hit your head pretty good.
Silverbolt: *turns his head slightly* *quietly* What happened?
Seastar: Starscream died for a little while, and you felt it through 'Flight. ...You ran into the ground just like he has. *slight grin* Except you found water.
Silverbolt: *small, concerned frown* Are they alright?
Seastar: Yeah. Everybody's fine. *pat pat* *just as unflappable now as she was in facing the tsunami in Japan*
Silverbolt: *relaxing. Is glad that everyone is alright* Good....
Seastar: *quietly teasing as she thinks of his reaction to this, and to her being swept out to sea in Japan* You sure are an excitable guy.
Silverbolt: I'm not that bad.... Am I?
Seastar: *softly, looking away so he can't see that her cheekplates are heating up slightly* No. Not bad.
Silverbolt: Oh... *slight wince as something twinges* *quieter* Just how hard did I hit?
Seastar: They didn't need to deepen the well at all. *peeks back at him, optics dancing*
Silverbolt: *winces at that*
Seastar: *pats his arm again* Ratchet says you're going to be alright.
Silverbolt: *very slight nod*
Seastar: Hey. *turns back to him* What's wrong?
Silverbolt: It's nothing serious, I don't think... Just getting a physical reminder that I hit my head....
Seastar: *gentle hand on his helm* How bad does it hurt? Ratchet left some little temporary pain tabs.
Silverbolt: It's just slight twinges every now and then. I don't think it's anything to worry about.
Seastar: *comms Ratchet and reports this, even as she rubs Silverbolt's helm soothingly*
Ratchet: *slightly distracted-sounding* //If the pain gets worse or he complains about double-vision or ringing in his audios, bring him in.//
Seastar: //Okay, Doc. Seastar out.// *to Silverbolt as she holds up a hand* How many fingers?
Silverbolt: *slight squint as he focuses on Seastar's hand*
Seastar: *has ALL of them up*
Silverbolt: Four, plus your thumb.
Seastar: *blinks, then snerks*
Silverbolt: *slight smile. Even though things are slightly blurry around the edges, he's not too concerned*
Seastar: How's your audio?
Silverbolt: Fine... Why?
Seastar: *with her customary frankness* Ratchet said we don't have to worry if your audios aren't ringing and you aren't seeing double.
Silverbolt: Ah... Well, Ratchet would know...
Seastar: Yup. *studying his face and grinning*
Silverbolt: *slight raised brow ridge as he realizes he's being studied*
Seastar: *gently pokes him on the full lower lip* You sure you're just an Allspark baby? Optimus has these too.
Silverbolt: *surprised expression is a go* Er... I'm pretty sure....
Seastar: *soft chuckle* You know if you were human the girls would be throwing their phone numbers at you?
Silverbolt: *looks a bit frightened by the idea*
Seastar: Don't worry, I'd knock them in line.
Silverbolt: *optics widen comically* *hesitantly* A-Are you courting me?
Seastar: *purses her mobile lips and looks sideways thoughtfully* Dunno...
Silverbolt: *could be the head injury talking...* W-well, I wouldn't object if you are.... *then again, maybe not...*
Seastar: *lifts brows and talks to his poster on the wall* I kiiinnda thought a couple times that you were courting me...
Silverbolt: *quietly* I might've been...
Seastar: *grin!* *still looking at the poster, though* You act a lot like my dad does around my mom.
Silverbolt: *slight headtilt*
Seastar: *bows her head and peeks at him sideways, still grinning* *yes, she's teasing him. But she's also liking the topic*
Silverbolt: *is being serious about courting, even if he is slightly awkward at it*
Seastar: *sees the seriousness in his optics and chuckles softly, then reaches over and soothes his helm again, feeling the dents in it*
Silverbolt: *very slight wince when Seastar finds a particularly sensitive spot*
Seastar: *hisses through her dentae and lifts out of her chair to examine the spot* What is it?
Silverbolt: *self repair has taken care of the crack near one of his audios* It feels like there's a crack...
Seastar: *softly, as she leans over to look at the spot more closely* There was. I think your self repair's already got it back together.
Silverbolt: *quietly* Still feels like the crack's fresh.... *very slight sulk that he likely doesn't realize he's doing*
Seastar: *impulsively gives the spot a gentle kiss* There, now it's better.
Silverbolt: *blink blink at Seastar*
Seastar: *looks at his face and sees the expression* What?
Silverbolt: *very faint blush*
Seastar: Oh. *her own cheekplates heat again slightly as she rests one of them gently against his forehead*
Silverbolt: *softly* [I like you... a lot.]
Seastar: *blush grows a bit as she replies in the lyric, lilting language of her mother's people* ~I like you too.~
Silverbolt: *small, shy smile, has no idea what Seastar said, but going by her blush, it's something good. Will scoot a bit closer to her and snuggle, since he's starting to feel a bit out of it now, and he's not sure why*
Seastar: *settles back in the chair, but will lean over and use him for a pillow. Then notices the look in his optics and frowns a bit. Lifts hand with two fingers up* How many fingers?
Silverbolt: *very slight squint* Two... I think...
Seastar: Any double vision?
Silverbolt: *small headshake* Things're kind of blurry...
Seastar: //Ratchet, he's blurry.//
Ratchet: *incomprehensible sound that might've been a greeting, or could very easily have been gibberish*
Seastar: >_>;
Silverbolt: *trying to get his vision to not be blurry... and failing*
Eclipse: *can be heard out in the hall, wolf-whistling at something*
WakeJumper: *embarrassed shout*
Seastar: //Slinger, Ratchet's drunk or something.//
Slingshot: *is that steady stream of Cybertronian cursing that is the background to Ariel laughing her head off*
Seastar: *frustrated sound, and then jumps up to go over, boot the door open and yell at the noisy people in the hall in uncharacteristic anger*
WakeJumper: *startles. Is that long-haired guy who is currently sans-shirt, but has jeans and his boots on, at least* Er...
Eclipse: *startled squeak, hides behind her mate... which would probably work better if she wasn't in a bustle dress*
Seastar: *blink blink* ...Who are you guys?
WakeJumper: WakeJumper and Eclipse... We got yanked out of the reality and I'm pretty sure we got LOL'd too. *frown* What's wrong?
Eclipse: *peeeks at Seastar, eyes wide*
Seastar: Wake... Can you still work in that mode?
WakeJumper: *expression serious in an instant* Yeah. I'll need help seeing anything really fiddly and tiny though.
Seastar: *crouches and offers her hands* Silverbolt's gone all blurry and Ratchet's too drunk to even talk straight.
Eclipse: I'll go get a toolkit! *scoots down the hall. Can really run pretty quickly, even in a bustle dress and the heeled boots she has on*
WakeJumper: He and Clarion were kissing earlier. *climbing onto Seastar's hands*
Seastar: ...Wouldn't it make more sense for him to stay on duty when First Aid's on leave and we have hurt bots around? *gently lifts the humanized medic and brings him inside and over to Silverbolt's bunk*
WakeJumper: Honestly, I don't think he was expecting Silverbolt to wake up today. *yes, he heard about what happened*
Silverbolt: *squints at the humanized medic, not recognizing WakeJumper at all*
Seastar: I found Wake, 'Bolt. He'll get you running again. *sets WakeJumper on Silverbolt's chest*
Silverbolt: Oh... Okay...
WakeJumper: *held onto the scanner he had in his coat pocket, will now use it on Silverbolt, and study the readings before nodding* Okay. Let's get him turned onto his side... *recognizes the damage, since Ratchet had him study similar damage from when Desinex got her optics replaced and had blurry vision afterwards*
Seastar: *moves the medic, and then easily and gently turns Silverbolt onto his side. This done, she replaces the medic*
Silverbolt: *slight squirm when he feels WakeJumper's fingers working on getting armor off on a section of his helm*
WakeJumper: *gentle reassurances, attention going to the doorway when Eclipse returns with a toolkit*
Seastar: *crouches to pick Eclipse up, letting out a soft grumble against Ratchet as she does*
Eclipse: *carefully moving to sit on Seastar's hand, will gently patpat a finger as well*
Seastar: *puts other hand up as back support and lifts the little femme up to set her on the bunk* *frowns as she looks at the open panel on Silverbolt's head* What's wrong, anyway?
WakeJumper: Some of the connectors for his visual processor haven't self-repaired... Once they're repaired, the whole system needs to be reset to recognize the repairs as being within parameters... It's something I've seen before. *small smile for his wife, before he sets to work on doing the repairs*
Seastar: That crack over his audio hurts, too. *sits on the chair and watches, frowning with concern as she prays silently*
WakeJumper: It's healing though, right? *a bit muffled, since he has a screwdriver in his teeth*
Seastar: It looks like it.
WakeJumper: I'll check it once I'm done with this... *to Silverbolt* You let me know if anything hurts while I'm working, alright?
Silverbolt: *quietly* Alright, WakeJumper... *has his optics shuttered, and is doing his best to stay still*
Seastar: *reaches over and slips a hand into Silverbolt's. Slight squeeze*
WakeJumper: *being careful and precise as he works, and keeping an eye on Silverbolt's reactions. Soon has the connections properly re-soldered* Alright... Silverbolt, if you could reset your visual feed, please?
Silverbolt: *gives Seastar's hand a slight squeeze before he's resetting his visual feeds*
Seastar: *watching. Doesn't even fully realize she's done the hand thing, though her grasp is unconsciously reassuring and supportive*
Silverbolt: *blinks a few times to recalibrate his optics, before his slightly shy smile is creeping back onto his face as he glances up at Seastar*
WakeJumper: *holding his breath as he waits for Silverbolt to say something*
Seastar: *lifts her brow ridges at Silverbolt, her mouth twitching and optics sparkling*
Silverbolt: I think that worked...
WakeJumper: *relief! Lets out the breath slowly, and sets to work closing up the panel. Then he's running his scanner over the healing crack in Silverbolt's helm, before he's nodding* Yeah... This is going to be sensitive for at least a few more days... But it is healing just fine. *looks to Seastar, soft snerk as he realizes she and Silverbolt are holding hands*
Seastar: *blinks at the snerk and frowns at the medic, then realizes what he's looking at* What?
Silverbolt: *blinks a bit, before he realizes he's holding Seastar's hand. Blushes, but doesn't let go*
Eclipse: Aww, that's so cute! *aaand there she goes on a ramblefit*
Seastar: *watches Eclipse for a bit, then lifts her free hand and carefully puts a thumb and forefinger to the front and back of the humanized femme. Very gentle squeeze*
Eclipse: *startled squeak!*
WakeJumper: *boggling now*
Seastar: *grins, and does it again*
Eclipse: *spazzes*
Seastar: ... :\ :D *squeaks WakeJumper instead*
WakeJumper: Ack! Hey!
Silverbolt: *soft chuckling, though now he's blinking as his systems register the repairs and try to go back into recharge*
Seastar: *notices the blinking as she looks over to share a grin with Silverbolt. Stops squeaking the medical staff and instead moves them over to the seat of her chair so that she can lay Silverbolt onto his back again*
WakeJumper: Get some rest, Silverbolt.... You'll be alright.
Silverbolt: *small nod once he's on his back again* Thank you, WakeJumper.
Seastar: Yeah. Thanks. *gently takes her hand back, and then moves to lift the two humans, only to stop and really look at WakeJumper for the first time* *brow. Lift*
WakeJumper: *surprisingly used to the stares now* Nobody has any spare t-shirts that would fit me.
Seastar: *slight smirk* Did you ask Dr. McCoy?
WakeJumper: *gives Seastar a slight Look, though he is amused* I'd rather not wear Hawaiian shirts...
Eclipse: *trying not to snicker*
Seastar: He's got some dull coloured polo shirts too.
WakeJumper: ... *shares a surprised look with Eclipse* Oh....
Seastar: *cheerful chuckle* Derp. *sets them on the floor*
WakeJumper: Well, what was I supposed to think? All I've ever seen Hank wear is those loud shirts of his...
Seastar: Well, I usually ask and make sure about stuff. *still grinning, and sneaks in a last WJ squeak before she settles back in her chair*
WakeJumper: Thrrpt. *will move to guide Eclipse out the door. Pauses just before going through* I think Lennox called his wife to find something that Eclipse could wear.... Ophi's clothes are too small, Mikaela's are too long... and Sari's would fall off of her....
Seastar: Did you ask Sari about the baby doll Ts that shrunk in the wash, and the underbust corset? *attention back on Silverbolt now*
WakeJumper: ... I didn't know she had an underbust corset....
Silverbolt: *conked out and snuggly*
Seastar: She was talking about it the other day. Said it made her chest look too big. *gently soothing Silverbolt's helm*
WakeJumper: ... I'm not even going to go there. *will usher Eclipse out*
Silverbolt: *soft clicks as he snuggles*
Seastar: *soft laugh* Hey, what are you doing?
Silverbolt: *soft sound, more snuggling*
Seastar: *tries to push him back onto the bunk*
Silverbolt: *is almost as clingy as a Seeker when he sleeps*
Seastar: *wondering if this is how he normally is, or if WakeJumper crossed a wire somewhere. Pushes him again, and then steps back from the bunk*
Silverbolt: *gonna cling to the pillow that's on the berth now*
Skydive: *coming in to grab one of his many datapads containing a library's worth of books from off of his bunk* *doesn't even blink at Silverbolt's antics*
Seastar: He just turned into a cuddle monster. *quirks a brow ridge at the darker coloured brother*
Skydive: *pause, glances down at Silverbolt, looks to Seastar* No, that's how he always is. Usually, he'll cling to one of us if we decide to sleep on the floor. Air Raid and Slingshot aren't as inclined to cuddle as Silverbolt and Fireflight are, but I don't mind it. *small smile*
Seastar: *brows up* Oh. *grin* He didn't seem like the type. *pauses and looks at the occupant of the bunk* ...He totally seems like the type.
Skydive: I think he and Fireflight are the more tactile ones of the group...
Silverbolt: *soft, displeased sound*
Seastar: *quizzical look at that sound*
Silverbolt: *reached for Seastar, and couldn't find her*
Skydive: *quietly* You might want to snuggle with him... *not mocking at all* He'll fuss otherwise... and he needs the rest.
Seastar: *sideways glance at Skydive, a little bit surprised to hear the straight shooter make the suggestion*
Skydive: *totally serious* He likes you, and he's trying to find you...
Silverbolt: *just lost his pillow*
Seastar: *expression softens, and she stoops and picks up the pillow, then steps over to push the chair out of the way and sit on the side of the bunk as she tucks the pillow next to him again* Shhh. Don't get all glitchy.
Silverbolt: *soft sound, bleary peek to see who's snuggling, will move so his head is on Seastar's lap. Very soft clicks until he conks out again*
Seastar: *mouth slightly open as she looks at him. Then raises optics toward Skydive again*
Skydive: *slight quirk of a smile. Likes seeing Silverbolt happy*
Seastar: ...He'll bend something like this. *moves out from under Silverbolt's head*
Skydive: You'd be surprised.... *has seen how catlike some of his brother's sleeping positions can be*
Seastar: *avoids Silverbolt's searching long enough to sit on the head of the berth with her back to the wall* Yeah, well, this is better anyway.
Silverbolt: *manages to scoot so he can put his arm around Seastar's waist*
Skydive: *sympathetic look for her* I can bring you some fuel later, if you'd like....
Seastar: *slight grin* Thanks, 'Dive.
Skydive: *nods and moves to head back to show Tsubasa what he was talking about*
Seastar: *leans against the wall and shutters her optics, one hand resting on Silverbolt's chest as she dozes and watches satellite TV. Is settled down for the long haul*
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Med ward
Hank: *pushing a gurney into the main room, and speaking quietly to Dixie as she walks beside him nursing a burned hand* Fear not, my dear lady. I will replace the damaged pot with interest.
Dixie: *small nod, worried glance for the gentleman on the gurney*
Hank: *pushes the gurney over beneath the far examining table, and then starts to bustle around and get the life support and monitoring equipment properly set up* Mayhap thou shouldst ask our Chief Medical Officer to dress thine hand.
WakeJumper: *coming to see who he heard, wishing to himself that humans had better hearing* Actually, I can take care of that....
Dixie: *raised brow at the guy dressed in fancy duds*
Hank: *pauses and gives the long haired young man in quaint dress a curious look, but then glances toward the purring he can hear emanating from Ratchet's office* Ah, forgive me. Your voice falls upon mine ears familiarly, but...
WakeJumper: *small, amused smile* Yeah... Looks don't match what you remember... I'm WakeJumper....
Hank: 0_0 Welcome back. Thous't run afoul of a LOL?
WakeJumper: That's what I'm thinking, but I'm not sure... It might have something to do with Keepsake and Eclipse's portal generator... Let me get something to take care of the lady's hand though... *heads into the supply room*
Dixie: ... *to Hank* Ah'm guessin' 'e ain't s'posed t' look lahk th't?
Hank: No. He's normally a rather strapping young medibot of a most eye catching colour theme. *checks dials, and then gives Holmes' shoulder a gentle pat*
WakeJumper: *back in time to hear that last bit* It's easier on the eyes and optics than Ratchet's, at least.
Hank: *chuckles* I suppose that could be construed as a matter of opinion. *amusement fades from his face* How fares our Tracks?
WakeJumper: Showtime's talking to him... She's a counselor.... *quieter* And she's dealt with a similar situation... *starts gently cleaning Dixie's hand so he can bandage it*
Dixie: ... *slight, concerned frown* *quietly* She's lost s'me'un close t' 'er?
WakeJumper: *softly as he works* Her first child...
Hank: *absent tongue cluck as he thinks of what the blue femme has told him about the youngster who has come to be known as Mira. Eyes are still on his patient*
Dixie: *non-injured hand to her mouth*
Hank: *softly* And unlike young Mira, Miss Bates will not be returning till the last trump.
WakeJumper: *surprised expression is a go* Mira's alive?
Hank: *nods* *quietly* Though an Exile.
WakeJumper: *quietly* Does Showtime know?
Hank: Aye. Sunstreaker went to meet with the little Miss and her foster mother not long since.
WakeJumper: *small nod* ... Guess that explains why Showtime seems so much more relaxed now...
Hank: Ah, part of that may also be due to the fact that she no longer has to deal with her mate's frustration at his twin brother's conduct.
WakeJumper: ... *puzzled look for Hank as he finishes bandaging Dixie's hand*
Hank: *unusually terse, though cheerful* Sideswipe finally took the leap.
WakeJumper: ... About time.
Hank: Indeed. Shhh, Mr. Holmes. All is well. Rest thee and focus on healing.
Holmes: *slight frown, though he's too weak right now to even opens his eyes*
WakeJumper: *over to Holmes' side* *quietly* Nightwish got Moriarty....
Holmes: *brows twitch upward, and one thin hand closes slightly*
WakeJumper: It's his own fault, hanging out and trying to aim into your window.
Holmes: *brows twitch again as he hazily tries to think of how he can ask if they're certain this time*
Hank: *blinking* Art certain, young WakeJumper? From the tales the Professor is known to be a most slippery individual.
WakeJumper: *to Hank* Would you doubt Nightwish could get him?
Hank: I confess me to not know the lady o're well.
WakeJumper: She broke his back, and twisted his neck to make sure.
Dixie: *just went pale*
Hank: 0_0
Holmes: *sighs and goes to sleep*
WakeJumper: *moves to grab one of the human-sized chairs and insist that Dixie sit down* Doctor Watson confirmed that Moriarty was dead.... and I verified it.
Hank: *softly* My stars and garters...
WakeJumper: *small nod* *quietly* I am so sick of dealing with death....
Hank: *gentle big hand on the younger man's shoulder* *quietly* Sometimes only a death will prevent further death.
WakeJumper: *another small nod, sadness clear in his aqua-colored eyes*
Hank: *pulls him close and gives him a hug, other hand going to Dixie's shoulder*
WakeJumper: *softly* I'll be alright... Eclipse is on her way back here, and should be on base soon...
Hank: *gentle nod* Mayhap thou shoulds't retire to thine quarters and rest. If you stop by mine own habitation there may be garments that would fit thee.
WakeJumper: *small chuckle, and a slight headshake* I still owe Eclipse a nice dinner... and I already blackmailed Epps into loaning me some clothes...
Hank: Ah. Still, a few moments' quiet in your home would be helpful, methinks.
WakeJumper: *slight quirk of a grin*
Hank: *gently pushes him toward the door* Begone, I will mind the infirmary.
WakeJumper: Alright, alright.... *soft chuckle. Will go find Epps, because he doesn't want to miss the soldier's reaction to Eclipse's outfit*
Hank: *watches him go with a chuckle, and then sobers and turns back to Dixie* Art well, Mrs. Lamont?
Dixie: *quietly* 'E... 'E's bareleh older th'n mah son....
Hank: *softly* Aye, but war ages one. *speaks as one who knows*
Dixie: 'E's jes' a kid....
Hank: He's an accomplished physician and a father.
Dixie: *quiet sob*
Hank: *gently squeezes her shoulder* *softly* The war has ended now. His son and the other children here will grow up in peace.
Dixie: *trying so hard not to get upset. She's pictured Jake in WakeJumper's situation, so not getting upset is far more difficult than it should be*
Hank: *will gently pull her out of the chair and then guide her over to the door of the quarantine room, which he knocks at* Showtime? May we enter?
Showtime: *quietly, as she opens the door* Tracks is resting...
Hank: *nods and looks up at her* *quietly* Methinks it will do Mrs. Lamont good to stay with him as he does so. *gentle rub for the distraught woman's back*
Showtime: *small nod, will offer her hand to Dixie*
Hank: *softly urges Dixie forward*
Dixie: *very slight stumble, is caught by the blue femme*
Showtime: *gentle reassurances, will move to bring Dixie over to the insensate mech on the berth*
Tracks: *silent, though glistening trails on his face show where he wept during his brief conversation with Showtime a little earlier*
Dixie: *never expected to see that robots can cry*
Showtime: *gently, going back into counselor mode since it seems Dixie needs to talk as well* Everything will be alright... Things are going to hurt for awhile, and that's normal... and everybody handles grief differently.... *going to be talking to Dixie for a little while now*
Hank: *smiles and closes the door as he returns to Holmes' bedside*
Silverbolt's room
Silverbolt: *groggy and disoriented as he begins to wake up*
Seastar: *sets down her datapad and puts a hand on his arm* Easy. You hit your head pretty good.
Silverbolt: *turns his head slightly* *quietly* What happened?
Seastar: Starscream died for a little while, and you felt it through 'Flight. ...You ran into the ground just like he has. *slight grin* Except you found water.
Silverbolt: *small, concerned frown* Are they alright?
Seastar: Yeah. Everybody's fine. *pat pat* *just as unflappable now as she was in facing the tsunami in Japan*
Silverbolt: *relaxing. Is glad that everyone is alright* Good....
Seastar: *quietly teasing as she thinks of his reaction to this, and to her being swept out to sea in Japan* You sure are an excitable guy.
Silverbolt: I'm not that bad.... Am I?
Seastar: *softly, looking away so he can't see that her cheekplates are heating up slightly* No. Not bad.
Silverbolt: Oh... *slight wince as something twinges* *quieter* Just how hard did I hit?
Seastar: They didn't need to deepen the well at all. *peeks back at him, optics dancing*
Silverbolt: *winces at that*
Seastar: *pats his arm again* Ratchet says you're going to be alright.
Silverbolt: *very slight nod*
Seastar: Hey. *turns back to him* What's wrong?
Silverbolt: It's nothing serious, I don't think... Just getting a physical reminder that I hit my head....
Seastar: *gentle hand on his helm* How bad does it hurt? Ratchet left some little temporary pain tabs.
Silverbolt: It's just slight twinges every now and then. I don't think it's anything to worry about.
Seastar: *comms Ratchet and reports this, even as she rubs Silverbolt's helm soothingly*
Ratchet: *slightly distracted-sounding* //If the pain gets worse or he complains about double-vision or ringing in his audios, bring him in.//
Seastar: //Okay, Doc. Seastar out.// *to Silverbolt as she holds up a hand* How many fingers?
Silverbolt: *slight squint as he focuses on Seastar's hand*
Seastar: *has ALL of them up*
Silverbolt: Four, plus your thumb.
Seastar: *blinks, then snerks*
Silverbolt: *slight smile. Even though things are slightly blurry around the edges, he's not too concerned*
Seastar: How's your audio?
Silverbolt: Fine... Why?
Seastar: *with her customary frankness* Ratchet said we don't have to worry if your audios aren't ringing and you aren't seeing double.
Silverbolt: Ah... Well, Ratchet would know...
Seastar: Yup. *studying his face and grinning*
Silverbolt: *slight raised brow ridge as he realizes he's being studied*
Seastar: *gently pokes him on the full lower lip* You sure you're just an Allspark baby? Optimus has these too.
Silverbolt: *surprised expression is a go* Er... I'm pretty sure....
Seastar: *soft chuckle* You know if you were human the girls would be throwing their phone numbers at you?
Silverbolt: *looks a bit frightened by the idea*
Seastar: Don't worry, I'd knock them in line.
Silverbolt: *optics widen comically* *hesitantly* A-Are you courting me?
Seastar: *purses her mobile lips and looks sideways thoughtfully* Dunno...
Silverbolt: *could be the head injury talking...* W-well, I wouldn't object if you are.... *then again, maybe not...*
Seastar: *lifts brows and talks to his poster on the wall* I kiiinnda thought a couple times that you were courting me...
Silverbolt: *quietly* I might've been...
Seastar: *grin!* *still looking at the poster, though* You act a lot like my dad does around my mom.
Silverbolt: *slight headtilt*
Seastar: *bows her head and peeks at him sideways, still grinning* *yes, she's teasing him. But she's also liking the topic*
Silverbolt: *is being serious about courting, even if he is slightly awkward at it*
Seastar: *sees the seriousness in his optics and chuckles softly, then reaches over and soothes his helm again, feeling the dents in it*
Silverbolt: *very slight wince when Seastar finds a particularly sensitive spot*
Seastar: *hisses through her dentae and lifts out of her chair to examine the spot* What is it?
Silverbolt: *self repair has taken care of the crack near one of his audios* It feels like there's a crack...
Seastar: *softly, as she leans over to look at the spot more closely* There was. I think your self repair's already got it back together.
Silverbolt: *quietly* Still feels like the crack's fresh.... *very slight sulk that he likely doesn't realize he's doing*
Seastar: *impulsively gives the spot a gentle kiss* There, now it's better.
Silverbolt: *blink blink at Seastar*
Seastar: *looks at his face and sees the expression* What?
Silverbolt: *very faint blush*
Seastar: Oh. *her own cheekplates heat again slightly as she rests one of them gently against his forehead*
Silverbolt: *softly* [I like you... a lot.]
Seastar: *blush grows a bit as she replies in the lyric, lilting language of her mother's people* ~I like you too.~
Silverbolt: *small, shy smile, has no idea what Seastar said, but going by her blush, it's something good. Will scoot a bit closer to her and snuggle, since he's starting to feel a bit out of it now, and he's not sure why*
Seastar: *settles back in the chair, but will lean over and use him for a pillow. Then notices the look in his optics and frowns a bit. Lifts hand with two fingers up* How many fingers?
Silverbolt: *very slight squint* Two... I think...
Seastar: Any double vision?
Silverbolt: *small headshake* Things're kind of blurry...
Seastar: //Ratchet, he's blurry.//
Ratchet: *incomprehensible sound that might've been a greeting, or could very easily have been gibberish*
Seastar: >_>;
Silverbolt: *trying to get his vision to not be blurry... and failing*
Eclipse: *can be heard out in the hall, wolf-whistling at something*
WakeJumper: *embarrassed shout*
Seastar: //Slinger, Ratchet's drunk or something.//
Slingshot: *is that steady stream of Cybertronian cursing that is the background to Ariel laughing her head off*
Seastar: *frustrated sound, and then jumps up to go over, boot the door open and yell at the noisy people in the hall in uncharacteristic anger*
WakeJumper: *startles. Is that long-haired guy who is currently sans-shirt, but has jeans and his boots on, at least* Er...
Eclipse: *startled squeak, hides behind her mate... which would probably work better if she wasn't in a bustle dress*
Seastar: *blink blink* ...Who are you guys?
WakeJumper: WakeJumper and Eclipse... We got yanked out of the reality and I'm pretty sure we got LOL'd too. *frown* What's wrong?
Eclipse: *peeeks at Seastar, eyes wide*
Seastar: Wake... Can you still work in that mode?
WakeJumper: *expression serious in an instant* Yeah. I'll need help seeing anything really fiddly and tiny though.
Seastar: *crouches and offers her hands* Silverbolt's gone all blurry and Ratchet's too drunk to even talk straight.
Eclipse: I'll go get a toolkit! *scoots down the hall. Can really run pretty quickly, even in a bustle dress and the heeled boots she has on*
WakeJumper: He and Clarion were kissing earlier. *climbing onto Seastar's hands*
Seastar: ...Wouldn't it make more sense for him to stay on duty when First Aid's on leave and we have hurt bots around? *gently lifts the humanized medic and brings him inside and over to Silverbolt's bunk*
WakeJumper: Honestly, I don't think he was expecting Silverbolt to wake up today. *yes, he heard about what happened*
Silverbolt: *squints at the humanized medic, not recognizing WakeJumper at all*
Seastar: I found Wake, 'Bolt. He'll get you running again. *sets WakeJumper on Silverbolt's chest*
Silverbolt: Oh... Okay...
WakeJumper: *held onto the scanner he had in his coat pocket, will now use it on Silverbolt, and study the readings before nodding* Okay. Let's get him turned onto his side... *recognizes the damage, since Ratchet had him study similar damage from when Desinex got her optics replaced and had blurry vision afterwards*
Seastar: *moves the medic, and then easily and gently turns Silverbolt onto his side. This done, she replaces the medic*
Silverbolt: *slight squirm when he feels WakeJumper's fingers working on getting armor off on a section of his helm*
WakeJumper: *gentle reassurances, attention going to the doorway when Eclipse returns with a toolkit*
Seastar: *crouches to pick Eclipse up, letting out a soft grumble against Ratchet as she does*
Eclipse: *carefully moving to sit on Seastar's hand, will gently patpat a finger as well*
Seastar: *puts other hand up as back support and lifts the little femme up to set her on the bunk* *frowns as she looks at the open panel on Silverbolt's head* What's wrong, anyway?
WakeJumper: Some of the connectors for his visual processor haven't self-repaired... Once they're repaired, the whole system needs to be reset to recognize the repairs as being within parameters... It's something I've seen before. *small smile for his wife, before he sets to work on doing the repairs*
Seastar: That crack over his audio hurts, too. *sits on the chair and watches, frowning with concern as she prays silently*
WakeJumper: It's healing though, right? *a bit muffled, since he has a screwdriver in his teeth*
Seastar: It looks like it.
WakeJumper: I'll check it once I'm done with this... *to Silverbolt* You let me know if anything hurts while I'm working, alright?
Silverbolt: *quietly* Alright, WakeJumper... *has his optics shuttered, and is doing his best to stay still*
Seastar: *reaches over and slips a hand into Silverbolt's. Slight squeeze*
WakeJumper: *being careful and precise as he works, and keeping an eye on Silverbolt's reactions. Soon has the connections properly re-soldered* Alright... Silverbolt, if you could reset your visual feed, please?
Silverbolt: *gives Seastar's hand a slight squeeze before he's resetting his visual feeds*
Seastar: *watching. Doesn't even fully realize she's done the hand thing, though her grasp is unconsciously reassuring and supportive*
Silverbolt: *blinks a few times to recalibrate his optics, before his slightly shy smile is creeping back onto his face as he glances up at Seastar*
WakeJumper: *holding his breath as he waits for Silverbolt to say something*
Seastar: *lifts her brow ridges at Silverbolt, her mouth twitching and optics sparkling*
Silverbolt: I think that worked...
WakeJumper: *relief! Lets out the breath slowly, and sets to work closing up the panel. Then he's running his scanner over the healing crack in Silverbolt's helm, before he's nodding* Yeah... This is going to be sensitive for at least a few more days... But it is healing just fine. *looks to Seastar, soft snerk as he realizes she and Silverbolt are holding hands*
Seastar: *blinks at the snerk and frowns at the medic, then realizes what he's looking at* What?
Silverbolt: *blinks a bit, before he realizes he's holding Seastar's hand. Blushes, but doesn't let go*
Eclipse: Aww, that's so cute! *aaand there she goes on a ramblefit*
Seastar: *watches Eclipse for a bit, then lifts her free hand and carefully puts a thumb and forefinger to the front and back of the humanized femme. Very gentle squeeze*
Eclipse: *startled squeak!*
WakeJumper: *boggling now*
Seastar: *grins, and does it again*
Eclipse: *spazzes*
Seastar: ... :\ :D *squeaks WakeJumper instead*
WakeJumper: Ack! Hey!
Silverbolt: *soft chuckling, though now he's blinking as his systems register the repairs and try to go back into recharge*
Seastar: *notices the blinking as she looks over to share a grin with Silverbolt. Stops squeaking the medical staff and instead moves them over to the seat of her chair so that she can lay Silverbolt onto his back again*
WakeJumper: Get some rest, Silverbolt.... You'll be alright.
Silverbolt: *small nod once he's on his back again* Thank you, WakeJumper.
Seastar: Yeah. Thanks. *gently takes her hand back, and then moves to lift the two humans, only to stop and really look at WakeJumper for the first time* *brow. Lift*
WakeJumper: *surprisingly used to the stares now* Nobody has any spare t-shirts that would fit me.
Seastar: *slight smirk* Did you ask Dr. McCoy?
WakeJumper: *gives Seastar a slight Look, though he is amused* I'd rather not wear Hawaiian shirts...
Eclipse: *trying not to snicker*
Seastar: He's got some dull coloured polo shirts too.
WakeJumper: ... *shares a surprised look with Eclipse* Oh....
Seastar: *cheerful chuckle* Derp. *sets them on the floor*
WakeJumper: Well, what was I supposed to think? All I've ever seen Hank wear is those loud shirts of his...
Seastar: Well, I usually ask and make sure about stuff. *still grinning, and sneaks in a last WJ squeak before she settles back in her chair*
WakeJumper: Thrrpt. *will move to guide Eclipse out the door. Pauses just before going through* I think Lennox called his wife to find something that Eclipse could wear.... Ophi's clothes are too small, Mikaela's are too long... and Sari's would fall off of her....
Seastar: Did you ask Sari about the baby doll Ts that shrunk in the wash, and the underbust corset? *attention back on Silverbolt now*
WakeJumper: ... I didn't know she had an underbust corset....
Silverbolt: *conked out and snuggly*
Seastar: She was talking about it the other day. Said it made her chest look too big. *gently soothing Silverbolt's helm*
WakeJumper: ... I'm not even going to go there. *will usher Eclipse out*
Silverbolt: *soft clicks as he snuggles*
Seastar: *soft laugh* Hey, what are you doing?
Silverbolt: *soft sound, more snuggling*
Seastar: *tries to push him back onto the bunk*
Silverbolt: *is almost as clingy as a Seeker when he sleeps*
Seastar: *wondering if this is how he normally is, or if WakeJumper crossed a wire somewhere. Pushes him again, and then steps back from the bunk*
Silverbolt: *gonna cling to the pillow that's on the berth now*
Skydive: *coming in to grab one of his many datapads containing a library's worth of books from off of his bunk* *doesn't even blink at Silverbolt's antics*
Seastar: He just turned into a cuddle monster. *quirks a brow ridge at the darker coloured brother*
Skydive: *pause, glances down at Silverbolt, looks to Seastar* No, that's how he always is. Usually, he'll cling to one of us if we decide to sleep on the floor. Air Raid and Slingshot aren't as inclined to cuddle as Silverbolt and Fireflight are, but I don't mind it. *small smile*
Seastar: *brows up* Oh. *grin* He didn't seem like the type. *pauses and looks at the occupant of the bunk* ...He totally seems like the type.
Skydive: I think he and Fireflight are the more tactile ones of the group...
Silverbolt: *soft, displeased sound*
Seastar: *quizzical look at that sound*
Silverbolt: *reached for Seastar, and couldn't find her*
Skydive: *quietly* You might want to snuggle with him... *not mocking at all* He'll fuss otherwise... and he needs the rest.
Seastar: *sideways glance at Skydive, a little bit surprised to hear the straight shooter make the suggestion*
Skydive: *totally serious* He likes you, and he's trying to find you...
Silverbolt: *just lost his pillow*
Seastar: *expression softens, and she stoops and picks up the pillow, then steps over to push the chair out of the way and sit on the side of the bunk as she tucks the pillow next to him again* Shhh. Don't get all glitchy.
Silverbolt: *soft sound, bleary peek to see who's snuggling, will move so his head is on Seastar's lap. Very soft clicks until he conks out again*
Seastar: *mouth slightly open as she looks at him. Then raises optics toward Skydive again*
Skydive: *slight quirk of a smile. Likes seeing Silverbolt happy*
Seastar: ...He'll bend something like this. *moves out from under Silverbolt's head*
Skydive: You'd be surprised.... *has seen how catlike some of his brother's sleeping positions can be*
Seastar: *avoids Silverbolt's searching long enough to sit on the head of the berth with her back to the wall* Yeah, well, this is better anyway.
Silverbolt: *manages to scoot so he can put his arm around Seastar's waist*
Skydive: *sympathetic look for her* I can bring you some fuel later, if you'd like....
Seastar: *slight grin* Thanks, 'Dive.
Skydive: *nods and moves to head back to show Tsubasa what he was talking about*
Seastar: *leans against the wall and shutters her optics, one hand resting on Silverbolt's chest as she dozes and watches satellite TV. Is settled down for the long haul*
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