dv, Perceptor's and Kia's place, News of an Unsettling Sort...
Kriti: *headtilt, still holding Dolly tightly*
Jazz: *beeps her nose. He just got home from trying out for the part*
Blackout: :D
Kriti: *Clicks a bit, reaching up to rub at her nose*
Jazz: This ol' cat's gonna be on TV, bittyKriti. Whaddya think'a that? *winks and hugs Blackout*
Kriti: TV-TV? Or somethin' on TV?
Jazz: You know that new 'Nightwind' cartoon they're makin'?
Kriti: *Perks, 'wings up*
Jazz: *griiiin* Call me Captain Disaster! He's a new character fer the show.
Kriti: *Happy clicks, shifts Dolly to the crook of one arm and holds out the other hand for a high five*
Jazz: *fives her and plays the theme song they just made for the show*
Kriti: *Happy 'wing flutter*
Jazz: *then shows her a holo of the Captain, who is a snappy looking black guy with dreds and a very Jazzy grin*
Kriti: *headtilt* Issa Jazz....but human?
Jazz: Sure looks a lot like my holoform, don' 'e? *chuckle*
Kriti: *nod nod, snuggaDolly tightly*
Jazz: *pauses and tilts his head as he finally notices how she's acting* What's wrong, ittybitty?
Kriti: Aunty....got hurt 'n had t' go home 'cause'a it...
Jazz: *sobers* Got hurt? What happened?
Kriti: *small shrug* dunno...just that Aunty got hurt....'n Papa made sure she 'n Sunny 'n Sides got home safe....*small wibble*
Kriti: *Quietly* 'n Papa's sad 'bout it....Mama's huggin' him 'n tryin' t' help him feel better....but he's still sad 'bout it...
Jazz: *sobers completely as he bends down to pick Kriti up as best he can and bring her over to the big poofy mat in the corner of the living room. Blackout follows anxiously*
Kriti: *snuggles against Jazz, little 'wings held at a low angle* :( *soft clicks*
Jazz: *gently rubs her back as his mate leans against them. Comms the male Sideswipe, thinking that he'll be less affected by whatever's hurt Showtime* //Swiper? Man, you okay?//
Sideswipe: *Sounding a bit forlorn* //I...I don't know...this...this sucks...Show....she...*soft sound of intakes hitching*//
Jazz: *spark freezes a little* //Bitty sez she got hurt, 'n Percy's all freaked. What the slag went down?//
Sideswipe: *quietly* //Should've been paying more attention...// *more intake hitching* //she...she took a hit....we didn't know....there was a sparklet...//
Jazz: *head takes a slow spin* //...What?//
Sideswipe: //Showtime...was carrying...//
Jazz: *nearly falls over. Feels sick* //She okay though? She alive?//
Kriti: *Soft whine*
Sideswipe: //she's....she's not speaking to anyone...not even Sunny...//
Jazz: Ohhh, Lord... help her, please. *tears welling up in his optics as he lays back, still holding Kriti close* //How's Streaker doin?//
Blackout: *snuggling* :\
Sideswipe: //hurt...confused...Show's pushed us both away...We don't know what to do...//
Jazz: //Jes... hold on. She all messed up right now. But she still need you.// *frees one hand to put it over his optics as the tears start going down his face*
Kriti: *whines, unhappy noises*
Sideswipe: *intakes hitching on nearly every word* //This...this isn't fair...we...we didn't even know...//
Jazz: *gruff sympathy as his deep voice shakes* //I know, man.//
Sideswipe: *garbled mix of Cybertronian, English, and general unhappy noises*
Jazz: //Man... where you at now? You got any friends there?//
Sideswipe: //quarters...'Clipse and Wake're here...//
Jazz: //You 'n Streaker find some peeps, 'n get hammered outta yer processors.// *hand still over optics as he rubs Kriti's back soothingly*
Sideswipe: //Everyone's trying to help this one guy down in Antarctica...//
Jazz: //'Clipsie kin drink.//
Sideswipe: //but won't that hurt Wake?//
Jazz: *thinks about that* //Nah... not with the amount it probably take ta get her cratered.//
Sideswipe: //What about Show though?//
Jazz: *softly* //Maybe she'll get some 'a the painkiller from you two.//
Sideswipe: //...*quietly*We'll see what we can do....//
Jazz: //I'd come help, but I think Percy 'n bitty need me right now.//
Sideswipe: //We'll have a round or two in your place then...//
Jazz: //Jes' not that slag you guys make. Go ta the dressin' room 'n git the good stuff.//
Sideswipe: //Right...Oh...Jazz? Could you tell 'Berto we're sorry for leaving suddenly?//
Jazz: *had forgotten the boy, is now scrambling to his feet to go look for him* //Will do.//
Sideswipe: //Thanks...Sideswipe out.//
Jazz: *has found 'Berto, curled up in his bed talking to his mamas and his papa on his cellphone* //Jazz out.//
((co-written with random_xtras))