mgv. Decepticon Base. Day Before Christmas Holiday Dinner
Tarantulus: *absently humming along with the music files Showtime sent him*
yOp: *looks over* Pack more than that. We have more people at this next base.
Tarantulus: *nods to show he heard, will set to it then!*
yOp: The personal gifts we bring will be smaller and more generic. But if I sense any big needs I'll have them wish for it. *packing the trimmings to go with the huge amounts of the new Christmas gummi ham they're going to bring*
Tarantulus: *chuckles as he works on carefully packing boxes* And no bringing equipment to life this time?
yOp: I haven't actually done that in a long time.
Tarantulus: *looks over from the box he's working on* I know. I'm still going to tease you about it though. *stinker grin*
yOp: *chuckles and then starts packing box after box of other high grade fuels. No cans of botmado mud today!*
Tarantulus: *back to work, and then he's playing another one of the files Showtime sent him*
yOp: *finishes packing the fuel and starts with the blankets* They probably want to keep the hammocks, even though Torque can't stay in his.
Tarantulus: *puzzled look* Does he not fit in his hammock?
yOp: *snerks and tries to think of how to explain*
Tarantulus: *slight headtilt* *no, he's never met any Torque. They always seem to come in when he's off-duty and at home......*
yOp: *finally just shows him the encounter he saw once over in that one baytech 'verse*
Tarantulus: ..... *massive facepalm* He was on the ground! How the heck did he manage to flip it?!
yOp: Even I couldn't figure that out. And all Primus would do is laugh.
Tarantulus: *headshake* Good grief..... And he still likes to climb into a hammock to sleep?
yOp: That guy insisted on having the berth removed from his room so he could hang the hammock in there instead.
Tarantulus: *facepalm*
yOp: *chuckles* But I think the bots at the base we're going to just find the hammocks easier to keep from forming puddles.
Tarantulus: Alright..... *and then he's moving to check over everything* So what are they like?
yOp: *sobers* Wary. But they're finally getting the defenses they need. They have a cloaking system, and a full Seeker wing.
Tarantulus: *small nod* How many are living there?
yOp: An entire population.
Tarantulus: .... *turns to look at yOp, a slightly startled look on his face* An entire population?
yOp: *nods and shows Tarantulus images of the tunnels and caverns of the base that he got from svOptimus*
Tarantulus: 0_0 *low whistle*
yOp: *quietly* The Sentinel from another reality got into that one and has done some pretty major damage.
Tarantulus: .... *frowning muchly now*
yOp: *gives him a gentle slug on the shoulder* I think we have everything. Want to grab the rocking horse? Make sure all the boxes and crates are touching.
Tarantulus: Gotcha... *moves to grab the rocking horse and make sure all the crates and boxes are touching*
yOp: *looks at them with Fae senses to make certain for himself, and then brings it all to the main square in the mirrored glass reality*
Viisaus: *slight start from where he was talking to Brigadier*
Sunhalo: *stands protectively in front of her mother till she notices the mechs who are standing with all those crates* Optimus!
murmur: *passes from bot to bot and door to door* Optimus. Optimus is here!
yOp: *quick flicker, and then svOp is here too*
svOptimus: *and here he is with an armload of gifts*
Tarantulus: *startled by svOptimus' sudden appearance*
Viisaus: *raised brow ridge, leans on his cane a bit as he moves to approach* This is most unexpected....
Brigadier: *as he walks over by his friend* ...Three Optimuses?
svOptimus: *chuckles* The mech with the cloak is Tarantulus... The other Optimus also goes by Big Oppy.... *yes, he talked to the little one in the Nexus. He also got hugged by the little guy and his sister*
yOp: *gets a sudden intensely distracted look on his face*
Brigadier: *pauses in greeting the visitors when he sees that look. Raises his browridges* ...Is something the matter?
Viisaus: *concerned expression is a go*
yOp: *looks to Tarantulus and svOp* Oppy's supposed to be here for this visit.
Tarantulus: *pauses in getting a crate open* Should I go get Mira too?
yOp: *softly* Not this time. *then startles and looks at his brothers again* -This is Oppy's reality?-
svOptimus: *very slight nod, lips thinning for a moment*
Tarantulus: *frowns*
yOp: This will be his first visit. *slight smile* Primus is glad.
Tarantulus: *sets down the boxes he was carrying, will go get Oppy then*
yOp: *blushes slightly as he remembers himself. To Viisaus and Brigadier* Sorry.
Viisaus: This will be whose first visit?
yOp: *quietly* The native Optimus'.
Brigadier: *frown* The native Optimus was killed when he was born.
Viisaus: *small nod*
svOptimus: *quietly* He stayed in the Well of All Sparks for a little while, and sometimes visited the Nexus.... but something happened, and now he and his sister have shells....
Brigadier: ...Sister?
Viisaus: *raised brow ridge*
svOptimus: A femme from a different reality named Miracle...
yOp: *distracted again* Here they come.
Tarantulus: *back! And holding a wide-opticed sparklet*
Oppy: *looking around and clickstorming*
Brigadier: *frozen with surprise as he looks at the little one*
Viisaus: *boggling now*
yOp: *grins at baby brother* Do you want to help us give these guys a party, Oppy?
Oppy: *nod nod, is still a bit amazed by this neat place*
yOp: *grins and reaches for the little guy* Here, I want you to meet some people.
Oppy: *reaches for Big Oppy* *click*
yOp: *takes him and brings him over to the two old mechs* This is Viisaus. And this is Brigadier. They were friends to your first dad and mom.
Brigadier: *static* *hand to mouth*
Viisaus: *hand holding his cane is shaking a bit as he cycles air and statics*
Oppy: *wibbles and reaches for the older mechs, wants to give hugs*
yOp: *hands Oppy to Brigadier as the elderly mech responds to the sparklet's reaching. Gently* He can sense your feelings.
Oppy: *clicks and snuggles*
Viisaus: *cycling air and hesitantly moving to approach* *will also let his sister know about this*
Tarantulus: *going to give the mechs some privacy and begin opening crates*
Sunhalo: *startles at the sound of opening box, then sees work being done and hurries over* What can I do?
yOp: *turns his head to glance toward the eager big sparklet*
Tarantulus: We've got gummi ham steaks, sweet oil, salads....
Sunhalo: ... *looks at her mother*
Moonshadow: *quietly* I don't know what that is, either. But if you tell us where to put them and what to do we'll do it. *gestures to the other bots who are here looking curious and interested*
Tarantulus: It's fuel.... We've also brought furniture to sit on and blankets, sparklet toys, spare parts and the like....
Trailbreaker: *surprise as he pulls something out of a box that didn't seem deep enough for it* This is a table.
Calypso: *helping with that*
Brigadier: *looks over, startled from his static. Chuckles softly*
Downrush: *digging into a box and discussing something with Deluge, before they're moving to bring the spare parts to Deepdancer*
Trailbreaker: *working with his girlfriend to pull out all the long tables and get them arranged with their folded legs uppermost so that he can make sure there's enough room in the square for all of them. Joking and laughing with Calypso as he works. He's missed this sort of thing*
Megatron: *is that massive form striding into the square from that far tunnel. Has a sparklet on each shoulder, one on his back, and another on his head*
Tarantulus: *looks up from getting blankets out of a crate, and then he's backing up quickly, optics wide beneath his helmet*
WakeJumper: *STARING at the funny-looking mech* 0_0
Oppy: *clickstorming at the bitties he can see* *hi there!*
yOp: *hand on his brother's shoulder* *quietly and soothingly* Easy, Tarantulus. Look at him more closely.
Megatron: *distracted by a demanding yell coming from that doorway. Enters the dwelling and then shortly reemerges with Jazz in his arms and First Aid walking at his side. Is grinning and talking with the damaged mech as he approaches the gathering in the square*
Trailbreaker: *waves to Megatron and hails him*
Megatron: *laughs and returns the greeting*
Tarantulus: *arguing with his fight-or-flight responses*
svOptimus: *grins and heads over to Megatron*
Calypso: *chuckling as she watches*
Megatron: *props Jazz beside him on his feet so that he can greet svOp with a one armed bear hug* Optimus, it is good to see you again. *it's Megatron's voice, but it's so warm...*
Jazz: *big grin* Hey, cat. How's tricks?
svOptimus: It's been awhile, Megatron, Jazz... *chuckles* Things have been... interesting, back home....
WakeJumper: *is watching the bitty over in Brigadier's arms, will patpat Megatron's helm and click*
Megatron: *concern* Interesting in what way? Oh, one click. Yes, WakeJumper? Would you and Axle like down?
WakeJumper: *points to Brigadier* 'Nother Op-mus....
Megatron: *looks over and sees that red and blue sparklet, and then glances quizzically to svOptimus*
svOptimus: *quietly* The one originally from this reality....
Megatron: *soft gasp* He's been returned?
svOptimus: *headshake* He's just here to visit....
Megatron: Ah. *sadness in that deep voice*
Jazz: But he's alive! :D
First Aid: *shy smile as she hides behind Megatron*
Megatron: Yes. You're right, Jazz. *smiling again and optics twinkling*
Oppy: *clickstorming and loving on Brigadier and Viisaus* *wants to see all these other peeps too, yo!*
Tarantulus: *cycling air and trying to calm down*
Megatron: *scoops Jazz up again and continues over toward the group, his smile widening as he sees Sunhalo pick up a collection of webbing and metal pipe and unfold it into a reclining chair* Thank you, child. *settles Jazz into it gently, then steps aside so that First Aid can cover her brother with a well worn blanket from the last batch that were brought here* *meanwhile turns his friendly and interested attention toward the other Optimuses who are here*
Mühe: *just walked up behind Tarantulus and touched him on the shoulder*
Tarantulus: *startles badly*
Oppy: :O *gigglefit at funny Tarantulus-bubby*
Mühe: *startles himself, but then comes back with a strong hug*
Krieg: Friend. Me and bubby friend. *comforting clicking*
Blitzwing: *softly, from where he's stopped at the edge of the group* They vill not hurt you, friend.
Tarantulus: *deep breaths.... deep breaths...*
Scattershot: *digging through a crate, will pull out a blanket and give it to First Aid* Here... *intends to go grab more blankets and bring them to the infirmary*
Krieg: *more clicking as he pulls part of a ration bar out of his storage compartment and offers it to Tarantulus* Eat? Good.
Tarantulus: *small headshake* I'm alright....You go ahead and eat that, alright?
Krieg: *slight pout. Looks a lot like Hothead, but it's pretty clear that is personality is more sunshine than volcano*
yOp: *pulls a package of crackers out of a crate and holds them up* Tarantulus, think fast.
Tarantulus: *looks and gets ready to catch*
yOp: *light underhand toss of the pickle crackers*
Mühe and Krieg: *watching curiously*
Tarantulus: *catches the package, will open it and offer some to Mühe and Krieg with gentle clicks*
Blitzwing: *inches closer curiously as he catches the scent of what his sons are picking up and examining* Vhat is zis?
Tarantulus: Pickle flavored crackers.
Blitzwing: It is like a cookie? *sniff sniff* Ach. *optics light up*
Tarantulus: *offers one of the crackers to Blitzwing*
Mühe: *cracker in mouth* *optics WIDE* Oh, I like it!
Blitzwing: *startled, and then chuckles as he takes the one offered to him* If my elder son speaks about zomesing it must be good.
Tarantulus: *sheepish grin* They are pretty good.... *startles when someone small drops from above and clings to his cloak*
Kriti: *thinks Mühe, Krieg and Uncle Blitzwing are getting something good, wants in on it!*
Krieg: *cracker in mouth and then several in his hands as he heads for Axle, WakeJumper, and Oppy. He's going to share!*
Tarantulus: *trying to get a look at whoever's on his back*
svOptimus: *looks over, chuckles* And there's Kriti.... She won't hurt you, Tarantulus. She's probably just curious about what you have...
Krieg: Here, Wake! This is a good cookie. *offers it* *also offers one to Axle*
Axle: *gravely* Thank you, Krieg. *taste* *CLICKSTORM!*
WakeJumper: *taste, NOM*
Oppy: *clicks, can smell the pickle crackers*
Krieg: *offers one to the new kid. And then gives one to Bumblebee as the little yellow mech scuttles over*
Oppy: Thank you! ^_^ *nomming happily*
Viisaus: *curious now* What do you have, Krieg?
Krieg: *looks over with a happy grin as Bumblebee takes his cracker and scoots closer to where Kriti is* It's a cookie that tastes really good. *brings over the rest of his double handful*
Brigadier: *has set Oppy down so that he can interact with the other little ones. Takes a cracker, sniffs and tastes* Xp!
Kriti: *clicks at Bumblebee, telling him about the funny Optimus' cloak*
Viisaus: *will inspect a cracker before having a taste. And then he's chuckling and working on finishing the flavorful snack*
Brigadier: *ruefully offers the rest of his cracker to his friend, aware of sparklet laughter at the face he just pulled*
Viisaus: *so amused, will hobble to the infirmary and share the snacks with Deepdancer*
Brigadier: *inadvertent shudder that causes more youngbot laughter*
Oppy: *patpat for Brigadier*
Tarantulus: *goes to get a container of sweet oil for Brigadier* *will offer some to the old mech* Here.... Sweet oil.
Brigadier: *brightens with interest and has a sip, and then he's nearly calling after Viisaus*
yOp: *grins* It'll be part of dinner.
Tarantulus: *chuckles and turns his attention to helping get seats set up*
Kriti: *clickstorms as she clings to the cloak* :3
yOp: *pauses in setting up the grill to offer Kriti one of the new blankets. Wonders if this will distract her from Tarantulus*
Bumblebee: *looks at that Optimus to see if he's for real*
Kriti: *blink blink, lets go, will grab the offered blanket and scoot over to Bumblebee*
Bumblebee: *guesses that guy is for real. Turns to meet Kriti and hunker down to click to her softly as he gets ready to be squished and loved*
Kriti: *gonna wrap you in the blanket now, Bumblebee. Hear her happy purring?*
Bumblebee: *snuggles with a sigh and a little tiny shy smile*
Tarantulus: *just a bit confused and concerned as he watches the blue sparklet and the yellow alternate of the pest back home*
svOptimus: *moves to bring Bumblebee and Kriti their Christmas gifts* *got them both big, simple dolls made of bundles of fleece tied off with pretty ribbon*
Bumblebee: *looks up quizzically, not moving to free himself till Kriti chooses to let him go* *in his shy voice* What's this, Optimus?
svOptimus: *gently* Something nice to hold when you're scared or lonely.
Kriti: *headtilt, click*
Bumblebee: *questioning glance for Kriti. Can he take that?*
Kriti: *lets Bumblebee up, and then she's making a surprised sound as svOptimus offers her one of the soft things* *clicks as she puzzles over her gift*
Bumblebee: *takes his and squeezes it experimentally, then sighs and curls up right there on the floor of the square to just cling to the warm and soft thing*
Kriti: *snuggaBee, and love on her warm and soft thing*
svOptimus: *will gently cover the youngbots with the blanket*
Bumblebee: *gives svOptimus that little smile again, and then sighs and shutters his optics*
svOptimus: *small smile, will turn his attention to giving the rest of the sparklets their gifts*
Axle: *making joyful faces about his delicious and strange tasting cookie!*
svOptimus: *clicks a greeting, chuckling when WakeJumper grins at him*
Axle: *looks up and clicks, then offers chewed on cracker* :D
svOptimus: *small headshake and a smile* I'll eat when everyone else does.... *will offer one of the fleece dolls*
WakeJumper: *clicks*
Axle: *bit of a frown and offers again. Is a sharesies baby!*
svOptimus: *gentle clicks, will lean and nibble then*
Axle: *pleased babby, puts the rest of the cracker into his mouth to hold it and then offers to take what svOptimus is giving*
svOptimus: *gives Axle the fleece doll, will also offer one to WakeJumper*
WakeJumper: *headtilt, clicks softly and glances to Megatron*
Megatron: *busy folding out table legs and doesn't notice the little orange and black mechlet*
WakeJumper: *slight frown, though he'll thank svOptimus quietly and hold his soft, warm thing close*
Oppy: *clicking at the black guy he sees who is grabbing blankets and taking them into a hallway*
Mistfire: *looks at Tarantulus, and then reaches into a chair crate to try and get one out. Falls right into the half full crate, head first* Eeek!
Tarantulus: *hurries over to help* Easy.... You're alright....
Mistfire: *kicks feet slightly and squeaks a little more*
Jazz: *looks over* Whoa, Misty did it again.
Tarantulus: *will gently lift the femme out of the chair crate*
Mistfire: *blink blink blink, flustered and embarrassed* Thanks.
Tarantulus: *as he gently sets her on her pedes* You're welcome. *will give her one of the chairs out of the crate* Here...
Mistfire: Thanks. *grins that Mistfire grin, though much less self assured, and then looks to see where this chair can go*
Calypso: Bring it over 'ere, Misty. *is starting to lean on Trailbreaker a bit more*
Mistfire: *frowns and hurries over, stumbling only once* Deepdancer's going to smack you, Caly.
Calypso: *stubbornly* I want to help out. 'Rush and Del're helping too...
Mistfire: They weren't as messed up. You died, remember?
Calypso: *small frown*
Mistfire: *opens the chair and plants it behind her butt*
Calypso: *startled sound*
Mistfire: *around in front of the Aquabot, and then shoves her into the chair*
Calypso: *small scowl*
Mistfire: *scowls back, hands on hips*
Megatron: *looks over and frowns* What is happening here?
Tarantulus: *just a bit confused* Er.... *looks to Trailbreaker, hoping he can at least explain some of the situation*
Calypso: *stubbornly, as she tries to get up again* I want t' help out, Megatron.
Megatron: *walks over to have a closer look at her, hand giving Tarantulus' shoulder a comforting touch in passing* The best way that you can help at the moment is to stay in that chair and rest, Calypso. *voice is gentle and concerned, but holds a command*
Calypso: *grumbles a bit and sits back down* Hate feelin' useless....
yOp: You could slice the steaks. *brings over a massive slab of the gummi ham and a big knife*
Megatron: *optics wide and mouth fallen open slightly as he looks at that piece of fuel*
Calypso: 0_0 *startled obscenity as she looks at that piece of fuel*
yOp: *sympathetic looks for Megatron and Calypso, then sparkles around Mistfire to catch her as she reboots at the sight of the gummi ham* Yike...
svOptimus: *moving to help get things out of crates, giving sparklets their fleece dolls if he hasn't given them yet*
Tarantulus: *a bit surprised by the reactions*
Trailbreaker: *is standing and frowning by the table that he just set on its feet as he wonders what's wrong*
yOp: *sets the gummi ham down, and the knife. Then goes over and catches Mistfire before setting her gently into a chair*
Megatron: *just told Scattershot that his femme fainted*
Scattershot: *hurrying back* *stops short when he sees the gummi ham* Holy..... Is that...?
yOp: That's part of the steaks for dinner. Calypso just has to slice them.
Megatron: *turns his head to stare at the red and blue mech* Part of the steaks for dinner?
yOp: *grins* Yup.
Tarantulus: *nods* There's more fuel... More than enough for everyone on base....
yOp: This is going to be a memorable dinner. *turns to Calypso and puts his hand on her shoulder to see if she's processing*
Calypso: *gives yOp a stunned look* *hasn't seen so much fuel in one place in quite a long time*
Mistfire: *comes to, and then stares at that slab of shimmering, good smelling stuff*
Scattershot: *moving to talk to Mistfire, has a bit of a grin going*
yOp: *gently* Do you feel up to slicing it for us, Calypso? *takes the platter that Moonshadow comes over to hand him and sets it on the table by the gummi ham* Thanks.
Moonshadow: *slight grin and goes back to helping get the dishes and such unpacked*
Calypso: *small nod*
yOp: Good. Make them about this thick? *shows her a width of well over two inches*
Calypso: *another small nod, will set to work cutting steaks*
yOp: *grins and heads back to the grill, where he starts mixing up the sauce for the steaks*
Axle: *watches him, and then pokes Oppy and WakeJumper. Click click click!*
Oppy: *surprised squeak, clickstorms*
WakeJumper: *clicks softly*
Axle: We help too?
Oppy: *nods and grins* Yup.
WakeJumper: *small nod, though he is wondering how they'll be able to help*
Axle: *on his feet and scooting over to that stack of folded chairs. Grabs one and drags it off the pile, then pulls it over toward where Trailbreaker's set the last table on its legs*
Trailbreaker: *surprised as he hears that dragging sound, ducks his head to look under a table and see what it is*
Megatron: *also looking over, still half bent over from adjusting Calypso's chair for her*
WakeJumper: *moving to grab a chair as well*
Oppy: *gonna help with that, since the orange and black guy's littler than him*
Bumblebee: *watches them, and then looks at Kriti* Should we help? Axle's kinda little.
Kriti: *small nod, moves to get up*
Bumblebee: *puts their snuggle things in the blanket, and then goes and puts the bundle under Jazz's chair*
Jazz: *soft snore*
Kriti: *gentle patpat for Jazz, scoots to grab a chair*
First Aid: *looks up from where she's kneeling by the plate crate and helping Moonshadow. Smiles when she sees the younglings and sparklets helping*
Krieg and Mühe: *vying for who can carry the most chairs and then set them up the fastest!*
other bots: *pitching in, laughing and talking as they work*
Kriti: *clicking and chirping quietly, will fuss over Bumblebee a bit*
tables and chairs: *soon set up, and now the plates are being set out according to the diagram yOp gave to Moonshadow. Spoons and some kind of four pronged trident thing are also being set out*
Megatron: *bumps into Tarantulus and grins at the mech in passing*
Tarantulus: *slight flinch before he can stop himself*
Megatron: *sees that and turns back, giving the shorter mech a look of sad concern* Please forgive me. I had not realized you were so close.
Tarantulus: It's... Alright.... *cycles air* I'll be alright. *still getting used to the idea of a Megatron who would rather be friendly and helpful*
Megatron: *warm smile that happens so spontaneously that it has to be real* I do not know how I and my people will ever be able to thank you for this.
Axle: *runs past, already hyper off crackers and the smell coming from the grill* EEEEEEEEOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!
WakeJumper: *clickstorms and gives chase*
Kriti: *scoldy clickstorms, wants to give chase, but also doesn't want to abandon Bumblebee*
Tarantulus: *soft snerk at youngbot antics* *quietly, to Megatron* It was Optimus' idea....
Megatron: *gently* Yet you came, despite your feelings concerning me and Blitzwing.
Tarantulus: *isn't quite sure what to say now*
Megatron: *gives him a gentle slap on the arm, and then turns just in time to snag his son and WakeJumper and give them both kisses on the belly which make them curl up and squeal with laughter*
yOp: Optimus, Tarantulus. Come get your aprons on.
svOptimus: *gives yOp an amused look* Aprons? Seriously? *moves to get his on*
Tarantulus: *soft snerk, will do likewise*
yOp: Waiters wear aprons. *grins and shows them his, which says 'kiss the cook'*
Tarantulus: *snerks and facepalms when he sees yOp's apron* Why am I not surprised? *and then he looks over as Oppy squeals and laughs*
Oppy: *just got belly kissed! Hey, that tickles!* *clickstorm*
svOptimus: *soft chuckle as he watches Oppy for a few moments before turning his attention to putting on his apron* *soft snerk as he reads his apron out loud and realizes that the arrows on it are pointing to his arms* 'Tickets to the gun show'....
yOp: *laughs, and then looks over at Viisaus and Brigadier* Do you guys want to tell God thank You for the fuel?
Brigadier: *interested but slightly confused perk*
Viisaus: *confused but interested*
yOp: Er... I mean the Greatest Creator. *blushes slightly as he feels Primus laughing at him*
Brigadier: Ahhh. *looks at his friend* Would you care to do the honours, Viisaus?
Viisaus: *nods and moves to transfer the dolls that the sparklets put on his lap over to Brigadier's lap before slowly standing*
Brigadier: *helpful and supporting hand behind his friend's back*
yOp: *bows his head*
Viisaus: *going to call for everyone's attention now*
Moonshadow and Sunhalo: *stop and look over*
Mistfire: *nearly faceplants on the nearest table, but then leans on it and also looks over*
Axle: *cheers for Vissy!*
Krieg and Mühe: *see the other Optimus and what he's doing. Do like that too*
Scattershot: *just slipped back in to stand next to Mistfire* *looks over*
Calypso: *sitting up a bit more in her chair*
svOptimus: *ducks his head*
Tarantulus: *ditto*
Viisaus: *once he's certain he has everyone's attention* We thank the Greatest Creator, not only for the fuel, but also for the friends we have been blessed with meeting. We thank Him for his kindnesses and the hope he has given us. In the coming stellar cycle and beyond, may we be able to help those who need assistance as we have been helped.
Megatron: *soft rumble as he nods his head*
WakeJumper: *clickstorm*
Oppy: *big grin, huggaMegatron*
Moonshadow: *peeking at Viisaus to see if he's done*
Viisaus: *small nod. He's done rambling for now*
Moonshadow: Amen.
Axle: MEN!
Krieg: Amen. *big grin*
Mühe: *griiin*
Kriti: *clickstorm, chirp!*
Bumblebee: *shy grin. Can't speak up right now*
Tarantulus: *chuckling and moving to help Viisaus to a seat*
Megatron: *lifts up his deep voice* Everyone, please find a seat. *looks around* And I will go and get Deepdancer and Chromia.
Cragbuster: //I've got things up here, Starscream. You go ahead and let the kids grab some fuel.//
Starscream: //But.//
Cragbuster: //Go on.//
Torque: //Moonracer and I'll help get bots from the infirmary too.// *can you just hear his grin*
Megatron: //Yes, Torque. Please bring Lockdown and Witchblade as well. We do not want to leave anyone out of the festivities.//
Torque: //Understood, sir.// *going to pester Lockdown and Witchblade over comms now*
Megatron: *looks over to svOptimus* Is there some way to send a portion of this fuel to Cragbuster?
svOptimus: What are his coordinates?
yOp: *looks over and grins* Wish.
Megatron: ...I beg your pardon?
svOptimus: *chuckles*
Oppy: Big Oppy grants wishes.
Megatron: *turns his attention to Oppy and hunkers down as he reaches for the little one* *gently* What do you mean, Optimus?
Oppy: Big Oppy is a Fae Dragon *nod nod*
Megatron: *lifts questioning optics to svOptimus*
svOptimus: A Guardian Fae Dragon.... *trying to think of how to explain without further confusing people*
yOp: *sees the look on his alternate's face* You saw those red and blue lights that happened when Mistfire fell down?
Megatron: Yes...
yOp: Well, I can send Cragbuster his dinner. You just need to wish for me to do it.
Megatron: *slight, intrigued frown* So I merely state that I wish it to happen?
yOp: Yes. *nods and smile*
Megatron: *bit of mischief in that grin, oh oh!* I wish for Cragbuster's dinner to be sent to him, and I wish Scattershot to fully realize how he feels about Mistfire.
yOp: Done... wait, what?
Scattershot: *blushing so much right now!*
svOptimus: *facepalming and grinning*
yOp: *sticks chin out at Megatron, ready to thump on him!*
Megatron: *heartfelt, joyful, and unmocking laughter*
yOp: *sigh*
Oppy: *clickstorming*
WakeJumper: *gigglefit*
Axle: :D
Mühe: *laughs and goes to pick Kriti and Bumblebee up and bring them over to these two seats by the seat he thinks he'd like to sit on*
Bumblebee: Meep! Oh, hi, Mühe. What happened?
Mühe: *looks over at Scattershot and quirks a browridge, then looks down at this friends and shrugs*
Krieg: *heading for the infirmary. Time to get Mom*
Kriti: *clicks* *softly* Silly Scattershot... Likes Mistfire.
Bumblebee: But... everybody knows that. *brow ridges up as he looks at his best friend with those big eyes*
Kriti: *small smile* Scattershot not know all the way. *looks to yOp* Lights grant wish?
yOp: *turns toward the group of youngsters who are choosing seats near the grill* Not... really. They're just the visible manifestation of me working. *frowns slightly at Megatron, who has moved off to help his father and Viisaus to good seats* Though I'm pretty sure I didn't actually do anything to Scattershot. It was just Megatron's words.
Kriti: *small frown as she tries to work this out. Looks to Bumblebee and Mühe. Plz 'splain?*
yOp: *quietly* When Scattershot heard Megatron's words he realized something he already knew, but hadn't thought about.
Bumblebee: :o *don't get it*
Mühe: *chuckles as he sets the two smaller youngbots into chairs*
Kriti: *puzzles over this for a few moments more before something seemingly clicks into place and then she nods* Like Hound 'n Showtime. Needed telling... *small frown, headshake* Not Showtime.... Sharpshot.
Mühe: *nod nod nod, then looks toward the infirmary as he hears the sound of cheerful Swindle exhortation*
Torque: *playing patient transport, is gently holding Chromia close to his chest so she won't fall*
Chromia: *trusting Torque not to drop her, is resting her optics a bit as she's brought out of the infirmary*
Krieg: *right behind them, giving Deepdancer his arm as he carries another of the infirmary residents on his shoulder*
Deepdancer: *admonishing him to be careful. Has absolutely no snark in her voice*
svOptimus: *moves to see if he can help*
Deepdancer: *looks at him and squints* Are you ours?
Krieg: No, ours is over sitting with Bumblebee and Mühe.
Deepdancer: ... *shakes head*
svOptimus: *with a small smile* I'm the one whose daughter you delivered, right before my family and I were brought back to our reality of origin....
WakeJumper: *clickstorms, can see Mentor!*
Deepdancer: *chuckles* That's what I meant. *winces as Swindle lets out a loud yeep*
Blitzwing: *ran off with mate! Is running to find her a seat!*
Tarantulus: *looks to that yeep, blinks a bit* .... Okay then.....
Megatron: *has gone to get more of the ailing*
Seekers: *start pouring out of that side tunnel! Seekers of every colour, all laughing and smacking each other and talking*
Tarantulus: *boggling now*
svOptimus: *kind of doing that too*
Oppy: *excited clickstorm at all the colorful peeps*
Starscream: *comes in last, a supporting and affectionate arm around Slipstream, who just walked into a wall*
TC: It's my fault, I should have warned her faster. Poor sister. *so sad*
Ramjet: She would have run into it anyway. I mean, half of the rest of us warned her, and that didn't help.
Bob: I SMELL SOMETHING GOOOOOD! :D :D :D!
WakeJumper: *chirps at the Seekers and waves*
Skywarp: WakeJumper, WakeJumper, WakeJumper! *runs ahead of his siblings and over to scoop the sparklet up and kiss his belly* Didja miss me??
WakeJumper: *squeally giggles as his belly's kissed, will facehug you now, Skywarp*
Oppy: *clickstorming now!*
Skywarp: *gleeflails and winds up putting an arm in Oppy hugging range*
Oppy: *gonna latch onto that arm then!*
Skywarp: Heh, I've been got! *scoops the other sparklet up and squishes him against his side*
Oppy: *happy clickstorms* *snuggle*
Kriti: *sees fun times happening, SCOOT!*
Bumblebee: *happy grin as he glomps the leg of the outgoing purple Seeker*
Tarantulus: *so amused at the outgoing Seeker's antics, is mentally comparing him to Bob, and finding that they're only similar in voice and color*
Kriti: *clickstorming and telling Skywarp all about Oppy*
Bob: *suddenly zips over to look at Tarantulus* 0.0 *tries to duck his head and peek under the mask*
Starscream: BOB! Stop that. *sounds like he can say this even without thinking*
Tarantulus: *startles badly, one hand going up to keep his helmet firmly on his head*
Sunstorm: *walks over and belts Bob, her expression stern* Idiot. Stop that already and park your aft.
Tarantulus: *cycling air and trying to get his spark to stop doing an 'eeeep!' dance*
Oppy: *wibbles a bit and indicates he wants down now. Tarantulus-bubby needs hugs!*
Cloudtrader: *is that set of gentle white and sky blue arms that just softly went around Tarantulus from behind in a hug so soft that there's no way it could frighten*
Tarantulus: *has to shutter his optics and cycle air for awhile, just give him a bit of time*
Cloudtrader: *soft cuddle* *quietly* I'm sorry you're scared.
Tarantulus: *calming down enough to be able to speak* I just.... was startled, that's all...
Cloudtrader: Oh. I'm sorry you were startled. *so much innocence in that gravelly Starscream voice*
Tarantulus: *moves to try and turn so he can give the mech hugging him a hug as well*
Cloudtrader: *loosens his grasp as Tarantulus turns, and then soft blue optics are sparkling down at the masked mech*
Tarantulus: *soft 'heh', realizes who was hugging him, gives a gentle hug in return*
Cloudtrader: I'm Cloudtrader. What's your name?
Tarantulus: I'm Tarantulus.
Cloudtrader: I like it. *bright smile, and then looks over as Sunhalo calls to him* Oh, my baby sister wants me to go sit with the rest of my family. It was nice meeting you, Tarantulus. I'm glad you're feeling better.
Tarantulus: Likewise, Cloudtrader.
Cloudtrader: *happy and affectionate grin, and then he's walking over to try and get Mühe to stop hugging George around the neck quite that hard*
Torque: *trying to find a good place for Chromia to sit*
yOp: *calls to his sv alternate* Optimus, we didn't put out the other reclining chairs.
Starscream: *on his feet and looking in boxes!*
svOptimus: Oh... *moves to rectify that* *blinks a bit when he finds the metal rocking horse* *soft chuckle, will set that where the sparklets will see it, back to work looking for more reclining chairs*
Starscream: Is this them? *lifts out a chair encased in its tube shaped carry bag*
Tarantulus: *looks and nods* Yeah.... *moves to help get chairs set up*
Starscream: *smiles at Tarantulus as he watches to see how to set the chairs up and then follows suit* How is your family doing, Tarantulus?
Tarantulus: Pretty good.... Showtime doesn't need the tinted glass over her optics except for when she's in a very bright environment, and Dahlia and Tarop-tim have been exploring the island.... *soft chuckle* Tarop-tim even made friends with Grimlock....
Starscream: Grimlock? I don't think I've met one yet. *finishes that chair, grabs another*
Tarantulus: *as he works on another chair* They tend to be.... interesting.....
Starscream: *as Bob gleefully cuts loose in his obstreperous way* *dryly* Like that?
Tarantulus: ... Pretty much.
Sunstorm: *belts brother and then laughs*
Bob: *just starts to cheerfully thump the table with his fork and spoon*
Kriti: *such scolding in her clickstorm!*
Tarantulus: *facepalm*
Bob: *tries to show Kriti and Bumblebee how to thump!*
Kriti: *razz. That's not how you sit at a table, Bob!*
Ramjet: It's not going to make Dad and Tarantulus fix the chairs any faster, Bob. You're just being rude.
Bob: *stops and thinks about this*
Kriti: *nodnod in agreement with Ramjet* *clicks*
Chromia: *soft chuckle as she watches the youngsters*
Calypso: *just got sat on by Deluge* *protesting this!*
Megatron: *settles the last infirm bot by the table, and then goes and lifts Jazz up into his arms chair and all, to bring him near as well* There. That is everyone who will be coming.
yOp: *calls his brother and alternate to come help him play waiter*
Mühe: *catches Oppy and shakes his head*
Krieg: No, you sit with us. Okay?
Oppy: *puzzled frown, click* But bubbys're gonna help.
Axle: You little. You sit wif us.
Oppy: *click*
Kriti: *patpat Oppy's hand*
yOp: *starts by serving the elderly, the infirm, and the very young*
Krieg: *optics just about fell out with shock as he realized that he got a WHOLE SLICE of the shiny stuff to himself!* *looks around to make sure he's not wrong and then clicks with quiet bewilderment*
Kriti: *boggling at the big slice* *clickstorm*
Mühe: *will bring nom to Mom... Mom has one. So does Dad* o.0
Brigadier: *staring rather like the sparklets as he regards his dinner and realizes that this big slab of shiny stuff is to be eaten along with this spongy stuff and these delightful looking green gummi leaves*
WakeJumper: *realizes Axle has noms too* *blink blink* o.o
Axle: *click click click, stuffs a green leaf in Bubby's mouth*
Viisaus: *quite surprised by all the pleasant smelling fuel*
Brigadier: *glances at the sparklets, and then reaches over and stuffs a leaf in Viisaus' mouth. It's open anyway...*
Viisaus: *startled sound*
Deepdancer: *watches with an interested frown* How is it?
Viisaus: *chewing carefully and thoughtfully* It is quite pleasant.
Deepdancer: Pleasant how?
Megatron: *shakes his head and chuckles, but then looks up as he too is finally served* Stay a few clicks and speak with me, Optimus.
svOptimus: Alright.... *not that he has much say in the matter, since Tarantulus just nabbed the rest of the plates he was carrying....* *so amused by that*
Megatron: *smiles at him* Are your family and the other bots at your base well?
svOptimus: Mostly.... *quieter* We had an incident awhile back.... Involving Shockwave....
Megatron: *frown deepens* What happened?
svOptimus: He showed up at the base, looking for Ratchet and Arcee.... Our Cragbuster objected to that.... He's recovering, but it will be awhile before he's back on his feet.
Megatron: *sets down his fork* He fought Shockwave alone?
svOptimus: *quieter* Not alone.... Prowl had Cragbuster's back... Though he got there late...
Megatron: *winces at Prowl's name* But what could even Prowl do against Shockwave?
svOptimus: *quietly* The Prowl back home isn't the one from my reality.... He's also techno-organic.... And not someone you want as an enemy....
Megatron: Will you explain?
svOptimus: *nods and begins explaining what he knows of Prowl's past and what he knows of the bot's abilities*
Megatron: *has forgotten all about the warm and delicious smelling steak on his plate as he listens*
svOptimus: *pauses in his explaining for a moment* Your fuel's getting cold, Megatron....
Megatron: *blinks and looks at it*
svOptimus: *slightly amused look* It's even better when it's warm.
Megatron: I see. Forgive me. *realizes that there is now a third implement by his plate, and picks the little knife up. Uses it and his fork to cut a piece from the steak* Please continue?
svOptimus: *nods and picks up where he left off* *then switches to comms to relate the outcome of Prowl's encounter with Shockwave*
Megatron: *nearly chokes on his forth bite of steak* Mercy...
svOptimus: *small nod* *quietly* That's why Prowl's not someone you want as an enemy....
Megatron: *also quiet* I see. *chews thoughtfully*
svOptimus: *changing the subject somewhat* How have things been here?
Megatron: *quiet sigh* Better. It would take untoward happenings before any Autobot were able to creep up on this planet now.
svOptimus: *nods* Good.
Megatron: There is the cloaking device, and now Starscream's clones. *glances over with a smile as Bob and Sunstorm get loud again* ...And Cragbuster's wife.
svOptimus: Cragbuster's wife?
Megatron: Yes. He heard of her from his alternate in your reality and went to find her. She has agreed to defend the planet in exchange for him signing himself as her husband and for the occasional horse or deer from the lowlands.
svOptimus: .... I think I know who you're talking about....
Megatron: Leh the Viper, she calls herself. *pauses to sip sweet oil and wibble slightly at the flavour*
svOptimus: *small nod* I see....
Megatron: *looks up quizzically* You have misgivings about the arrangement?
svOptimus: *headshake* In my reality, Leh was killed.... Cragbuster was her signed husband... It really rattled him when he got the news....
Megatron: *surprised* I had not thought that a bot such as Cragbuster and First Aid describe would care so much. ...Though now that you have told me about his confrontation with Shockwave I see that my assumptions may have been hasty.
svOptimus: He surprises all of us sometimes....
Megatron: So he's widowed? *sips thoughtfully, compassion clear on his face. Then sets the glass down and turns his attention back to the steak*
svOptimus: He has Terrion.... His parole officer....
Megatron: *quizzical glance, doesn't understand why Optimus is mentioning the parole officer*
svOptimus: *a bit sheepish now* They're.... Wordmates, in a way.... *no, he doesn't fully understand what the connection between the two is, he just knows there's a connection....*
Megatron: *blink blink. Frowwwwn* ... He had two wordmates at the same time?
svOptimus: I'm... not really sure how to explain it....
yOp: *scoots over and offers brother glitter* Explain what?
svOptimus: *as he accepts the offered glitter* The relationship between the Cragbuster of my reality and his parole officer....
yOp: *brows up* He broke up with Leh the Viper and Jael Pink to go with Terrion, because he wanted to go explore outside Leh and Jael's territory. But he was too much of a jerk to get along with a nice person like Terrion.
svOptimus: And when Cragbuster was attacked... Terrion hooked her systems to his to keep him running... But now he can't really remember much.... and he's confused by why Terrion won't come near him...
yOp: *wince* Jerkdom coming back to bite him on the skid. *sympathetic frown as he wanders off to bus his tables*
Megatron: ... *watches yOp walk away* He's rather more sharp spoken that I had expected from one who is the same model as yourself. *nope, he's never heard Opsnark before*
svOptimus: *soft snerk* I have my moments too, Megatron.... And Tarantulus is just as snarky.
Megatron: *surprised look for the young Prime* I see. But to return to Cragbuster... his programming was damaged?
svOptimus: It's looking that way.... It may be temporary....
Megatron: I see. *glances after yOp again* ...Pardon my asking, but how does he know more about the situation than you do?
yOp: *to svOp* -You try having Cragbuster stand right in the middle of you when you're out of phase and NOT know all about him.-
svOptimus: ... *dryly* Cragbuster made himself known to Oppy.
Megatron: *thinks of what he's been told about that version of Cragbuster* I see. *drains his glass and sighs at the flavour of the sweet oil*
svOptimus: *looks around and makes note of the changes since the last time he was here*
Megatron: *also looks up, and there is a bit of his warm grin as full and happy youngbots tear past laughing and squealing loudly* It's starting to look like a real home, instead of a wretched hole bored into an organic planet.
svOptimus: Yeah.... *chuckles* You have almost as many youngbots as we do, it looks like....
Beryl: *looks up from where she'd been sitting silently beside her husband all this time* That's what happens when the Seekers raid the production facilities back on Cybertron. *chuckle*
svOptimus: .... *snerk*
Blaster: *stops in front of WakeJumper. LICKS him and then RUNS*
svOptimus: *blinks and looks around again. Then he's chuckling as he sees a Soundwave* Twins?
WakeJumper: *squealing and chasing Blaster*
Kriti: *just splatted and started sleeping*
Megatron: The Soundbots? Yes. Their protoform split soon after it was sparked, they tell me. *watches the chase with a grin, and then gets up* Excuse me. I must help Bumblebee put Kriti to bed.
svOptimus: *nods, chuckling softly as he hears Kriti's purring*
Beryl: *quietly* We can never begin to thank you properly, Optimus. And now you've brought our own Optimus back to us. *looks over at where Brigadier is sitting with Axle and Oppy on his lap, telling a story* I know he's only visiting now, but he'll be back. I can feel it.
Oppy: *snuggling against Brigadier and purring softly. Issa happy bitty*
svOptimus: *quieter* I'm just glad that I can help....
Beryl: *pats his hand* We have hope now. *and then she startles and looks over as yOp goes down with flailing arms and a whoop of laughter*
yOp: *roadkilled by sparklets!*
svOptimus: *looks, and laughs*
Tarantulus: *laughing himself silly now*
Brigadier: *laughter is echoed by Blitzwing's from where the restless bot is standing in the mouth of the tunnel opposite the infirmary*
Megatron: *laughing as well* *voice booms out, full of joy* Merry Christmas everyone! This is peace.
yOp: *softly, as Krieg and Mühe watch the smaller sparklets use him for a trampoline* -Yes. This is peace.-
((written with random_xtras))