Allspark, Random corner, Bad Tidings...

[dens_extra_pups]

Mira: *snugga Oppy, knows AuntMama is nearby, even though she can't see her*

Op:  *sleepy clicks, and then sits up and looks around*

ghostShow: *clicks quietly from where she's keeping watch over the freesparks*

Op:  *grins and leans down to put his head on Mira.  Sinks back into contented communion*

Mira: *quiet clicks, snugga Oppy more*

ghostShow: *quietly praying, and trying to calm down so she doesn't upset the little ones*

Ratchet:  *appears, his expression grave*

Mira: *sleepy wave to Uncle Ratch*

Optimus:  *comes walking over with Spike, her expression quizzical over her mask and turning to dismay as she reads from her mate the fact that Sentinel Prime's people have no idea where he is and that the mech is insane enough to have tried killing himself once*

ghostShow: *quietly* -What's more...-*concerned glance in Mira's and Op's direction*

Ratchet:  *shows the femmes that the dead can't interfere in this.  And that he can't see the solution yet.  Primus is watching and angry, but not talking.*

Spike:  *flops down by the other kids and snuggles*

Mira: *wakes up enough to snuggle Spike and click quietly*

Spike:  -We should join the song.-

Mira: *nod nod, gently nudges Op and clicks*

Op:  *sleepy wriggle, and then happily fades into the melody*

Mira: n_n *follows*

Spike:  *waves to his grandparents and Showtime, then vanishes after the others*

Optimus:  *chuckles, and then turns her attention back to Ratchet and Showtime*

ghostShow: *dismay and anger regarding the actions of the Sentinel Prime in question, can't bring herself to speak currently*

Ratchet and Optimus:  *comfort and soothing, a reminder to trust Primus*

ghostShow: *Sadly*-He...he's just a youngling... He had so much to look forward to, and that mech... took that away from him...-

Ratchet:  *comfort.  love.  Allspark peace*  -He just sent him home a little early.-

ghostShow: -still... he had no right to be deciding that...-

Optimus:  -No, he didn't.  But looking at what could have been... very rarely changes anything-  *supportive, sympathetic love as she thinks of Spike and the accident that sent him here*

ghostShow: *quiet sigh* -I know... I guess... I just have a soft-spark for the younger ones...-

Optimus:  *They are the hope of our people.  And hope deferred is never pleasant to contemplate*

ghostShow: *nods, calming down enough to be a faint outline*

Ratchet:  *looks from mate to protege*  -I think we all need a little downtime.  And we can hear what's going on just as well or better in the song as we can here.-

ghostShow: *nods* -plus... the kids have the right idea...- *Soft chuckle*

Optimus:  *acknowledgement and a feel of a smile as she catches Spike's voice in the melody that surrounds them where they're standing on the silver sward*

Rachet:  *grin and feel/thought of 'ladies first'*

ghostShow: *amusement and feel/thought of 'Since when am I a lady?', before she heads to the Song*

Optimus:  *chuckles and shakes head as she fades into the music of voices and sparks*

Ratchet:  *griiin, and goes too*

((co-written with random_xtras))