av and ov, Cybertron and Detroit, New Beginnings...

[dens_extra_pups]

WakeJumper: *peeking in between the crowd to try and get a look at the crew that everyone's saying brought Megatron in. From what he's heard from Rattletrap, and a few others, this crew is lead by a mech called Optimus Prime, and they started out as space bridge repair techs. Apparently, they managed to get one of the Elite Guard to join their team, or so he'd heard*

Jazz:  *badge showing plainly as he walks at the side of the bier of a golden femmebot*

WakeJumper: *Optics wide, slips back into the crowd to get a better look from a different angle so he can tell Rattletrap every little detail*

Tracks:  What?  *looks down and shakes his leg*  Get away, you filthy little gutter vermin!

WakeJumper: *startles and skitters away from the bigger mech*

Tracks:  *muttering about ruining his new polish as he turns his attention back to the parade.  Around them the crowd roars*

Omega Supreme:  *now shows clearly above the heads of the crowd*

WakeJumper: *gaping as he sees the massive Autobot, and as a result, isn't watching where he's going.  So he never notices the little rift in reality till the world around him goes from cheering crowd to... an empty alley that smells of rotten garbage*

stray cat: *flees the scene, just a grey blur*

WakeJumper: *Startles again, optics wide as he takes in his surroundings, including the strange smells and sounds. Then he's hunkering down near something large and metal, hoping that Rattletrap or someone else he knows will find him*

cook:  *opens a nearby door to throw something into the neighbor's dumpster*

WakeJumper: *frozen in place, not making a sound, and keeping his optics as dim as he can get them and still be able to see*

cook:  *looks around, scratches his butt, then lights up a smoke*

WakeJumper: *makes a face at the smell of the smoke, but doesn't move*

cook:  *walks back and forth, coming very near to where the young bot is hiding.  Randomly spits into the shadows... WakeJumper's shadows*

WakeJumper: *okay, he HAS to move! Tries to do so without making too much noise*

cook: *freezes and squints*  Who's there?

WakeJumper: *Presses himself as flat against the wall as he can, staying still and hoping the weird looking thing will go away*

cook:  *frowns, decides he was seeing things, and spits right at where he'd thought he'd seen something*

WakeJumper: *Panicked squeal, BOOKS IT THE PIT OUTTA THERE!!! Is heading for the roof as soon as he finds a fire escape ladder*

cook:  *bellow of fright as he turns and bolts back for his kitchen, his cigarette flying as he goes*

WakeJumper: *Going to hide up high now, just as soon as he finds someplace to hide!*

fire escapes:  *in short supply in this part of Old Detroit*

open garage door:  *facing onto the alley here*

WakeJumper: *Edging towards the door, the sharpened piece of scrap metal that he got from a compactor on Cybertron coming out of storage*

garage:  *empty but for a beatup old delivery truck with no wheels*

WakeJumper: *Scanning as well as he can with the sensors he has, before he slips into the garage, moving along the wall as well as he's able. He's wary, and a bit uncertain now since he doesn't recognize where he is at all*

Ralph:  *notices the little bot sneaking around through the two way mirror in his office and calls the police*

WakeJumper: *hasn't noticed the human, but has found some wire! Just what he was needing, too! Another quick glance around before he holes up in a corner behind some of the things in the garage, is working on attaching the piece of scrap metal to the short length of pipe he's been holding onto for a few solar cycles*

cop cars:  *pull up outside*

Fanzone:  *gets out, grumbling his catch phrase as he wonders what kind of weird quirks this one's going to have*  *lifts up bullhorn*  Yo, robot!  We know yer in dere, so come out wit yer hands up!

WakeJumper: *looks up, startled* ... *Soooo not leaving his impromptu fort, thank you very much*

Fanzone:  I said....  *pauses and looks up, then gives a yelp and darts to hide behind his yellow car*  Sheesh!  How many times do I gotta tell yous not ta do dat!

WakeJumper: *works quickly to lash his scrap metal piece to the pipe, will defend his hiding spot, darnit!!!*

giant spider:  *jumps down from the roof, and then transforms into a tall mech with broad shoulders and a helmet with a brim that shades his optics.  But for his colour- green and purple with a light green face- and his kibble, he is a dead ringer for the bot that WakeJumper's been hero worshipping for the past few time periods*

Tarantulus:  *voice sounding somewhat flat but apologetic*  Sorry, Captain Fanzone.  I forgot.

Fanzone:  *mutter mutter*  ...Fergot....  *perks as a little white femme with big, pale green wings hops down to stand by the taller bot*  Myrrh, dere's a shardborn hidin' in dere.  See if he'll come out fer yous.

WakeJumper: *has finished making sure his weapon's sound, is ready to fight!*

Myrrh:  *looks up at Tarantulus and nods to his unspoken command for caution, then pats him in response to his concern before turning and peering into the garage with large optics of heathery reddish grey*  *softly*  Hello.  You don't need to be frightened.  We want to help you.  My name is Myrrh.  Do you have a name?

WakeJumper: *peeking at Myrrh, wariness clear in his expression*

Myrrh:  *is a tiny being, barely taller than WakeJumper himself if she is at all.  Her face is delicately sculpted and dominated by those wide, gentle optics.  Feathery antennae wave slightly over her helmet, and then lay back against it again as she carefully avoids looking at his hiding place*

WakeJumper: *edging over towards the truck, intends to put it between the unfamiliar being and himself, but won't attack unless the other tries to attack him first*

Myrrh:  *softly*  We don't want to hurt you.  We want to help you.  Do you need some fuel?

WakeJumper: *Edging closer to the truck before he darts over behind it. In the time it takes him to get there, Myrrh will likely get a good look at him*

Myrrh:  0_0  Tarantulus... that's not a shardborn.  That's a youngling.

Tarantulus:  ...What?  How did a Cybertronian youngling get here?

WakeJumper: *attention going to the voices by the door for the briefest of moments before he's watching Myrrh again*

Myrrh:  I don't know.  But he doesn't look like he gets very regular tuneups.  *frowning slightly with concern*  And he's afraid, but it's more than just the fear of a young one in a strange place.  It's like he's never trusted anyone.

Tarantulus:  *frowns.  Then looks at Fanzone*  Captain... I don't know what to do.

Fanzone:  *scowls*  Let Myrrh work.

WakeJumper: *Attention back on the voices again, though just as briefly as before*

Myrrh:  *brings out a cookie that her parents brought her from the Nexus and sets it down, then turns and leaves the building, where she hunkers down to eat another one*

WakeJumper: *slight headtilt, watches Myrrh leave the building before he edges over to the cookie. Then he's grabbing it and carefully examining it before giving it a cautious taste*

cookie:  *cinnaSeeker!*

WakeJumper: *making the cookie vanish. Is a hungry little mech!!!*

Myrrh:  *wincing slightly as she feels that hunger.  Hopes that the cookie isn't going to be too strong for him*

Tarantulus:  *just watching quietly from over by the Captain*

WakeJumper: *blinking a bit once he finishes the cookie. It's been awhile since he refueled properly, and he's starting to feel a bit sleepy*

Myrrh:  *peeks at him, her own cookie halfway to her mouth*

WakeJumper: *rubbing at his optics a bit with the hand not holding onto his weapon*

Myrrh:  *softly*  Do you want some more?

WakeJumper: *Attention on Myrrh again, still a bit wary of her, but is willing to scoot just a little closer to her*

Myrrh:  *soft, grave smile.  Holds out her own cookie*

WakeJumper: *scoots closer slowly, reaching for the cookie once he's close enough*

Myrrh:  *gives it to him, and then hugs her knees*  Have you had cinnaSeekers before?

WakeJumper: *small headshake, then he's skittering back over by the truck to work on the second cookie*

Myrrh:  Do you like them?  *rests chin on knees*

WakeJumper: *small nod, working on finishing the cookie. Once he has it finished, he's blinking even more*

Myrrh:  I have more at home.  Some taste different from those.

WakeJumper: *blink blink, trying to make sense of what Myrrh's saying, but that's a bit hard right now, since his systems are trying to shut down so he can process the cookies*

Myrrh:  *scoots a little closer to him*

WakeJumper: *slight start when he notices this, had started to nod off*

Myrrh:  May I nap with you?

WakeJumper: *Wary look, before he changes his mind and puts his weapon away*

Myrrh:  *scoots over and snuggles*

WakeJumper: *very slight flinch. Isn't used to being touched in a way that isn't an attempt to knock him aside*

Myrrh:  *snuggle snuggle, soft breath of a purr*

WakeJumper: *blinkblink, yawns and loses the fight against sleep*

Myrrh:  *puts her arms around the grubby little guy and gives him a hug*

WakeJumper: *almost unnoticeable purr as he slips deeper into stasis-rest*

Myrrh:  *smiles her slight smile and comms her father to let him know he can come pick the two of them up now*

WakeJumper: *Sleeping deeper than he ever has in all the time he can recall*

Tarantulus:  *gently picks both small bots up and then turns and carries them out of the building*  I'll bring him to Dinobot Island.

Fanzone:  Alright, you do dat.  Oh, and tell Scrapper he still has an outstanding tab with dat fillin' station.

Tarantulus:  *nods*  I'll do that.  *turns and walks toward the lake and home*

Half an hour later

Tarantulus:  *has laid the new little guy on a comfortable berth and left Myrrh to watch him.  Is now standing in front of the big screen in the control room as Blackarachia scolds Grimlock and Slag in the hall behind him.  Trying to raise Ratchet's comlink*

Ratchet: *Still in a grouchy mood, though he's trying not to let it show as much* What's the situation?

Tarantulus:  *slight frown when he sees the old bot's expression*  ...Is everything alright, Ratchet?

Ratchet: Er... We... Had a bit of an ... incident... at Macadam's... >.>;;

Tarantulus:  ...Macadam's?

Ratchet: *looking a bit like he wants to dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it* It's a bar...

Tarantulus:  *blinks*  So... what happened?

Ratchet: I'll... explain when we get back... What's the situation there?

Tarantulus:  *nods, not questioning the elderly medic's ruling*  We've found a new bot.  Myrrh says he's not shardborn.

Ratchet: ... If he's not a shardborn, what is he?

Tarantulus:  She says he's an orphan from Cybertron.

Ratchet: ... I'll get Sentinel and Sari rounded up and we'll be there as soon as we can.

Tarantulus:  Yes, sir.  I'll let Blackarachnia know.

Ratchet: Keep a sensor on the newcomer.

Tarantulus:  Myrrh's snuggling him.

Ratchet: *nods, concern clear in his expression* Keep me updated.

Tarantulus:  *once more forgets the medic's pet peeve*  Yes, sir.

Ratchet: *too concerned about the orphaned bot to grouse about being called 'sir'* *Signs off*

Tarantulus:  *blinks at the blank screen, and then checks his chrono before settling down to watch the history program that comes on at this time*

Meanwhile

WakeJumper: *waking up just a little. Will snuggle closer to Myrrh before settling back into deep stasis*

Myrrh:  *humming a song softly.  Gives him a pat pat as he moves*

Swoop:  Him wake up?

Myrrh:  No, not yet, Swoop.  He's very tired.

Swoop:  Him hurt?

Myrrh:  No.  Just tired.

Swoop:  Oh.  *hugs self and watches the little bot nap*

WakeJumper: *manages to get his thumb in his mouth. He hasn't done this in ages, not since the last time Rattletrap gave him highly refined oil to drink*

Swoop: *soft, startled sound*

Myrrh:  Shhhh.  It makes him feel peaceful.

WakeJumper: *as usually happens when he goes into stasis-rest, he's starting to wake up. This is a habit developed on the streets, as the Autotroopers tend to patrol in shifts, and it's usually a bad idea to get caught*

Myrrh:  *rubs his shoulder and hums the soft song*  It's alright.  You're safe.  Would you like a tarp?

WakeJumper: *Thumb out of mouth, is awake... And trying to make a break for it when he sees Swoop*

Swoop:  *meeps and backs into the wall with surprise*

Myrrh:  Wait wait.  She won't hurt you.  She's my sister.

WakeJumper: *wary, silent, watching. Everything about his actions says "Street kid", even the fact that he's over by the opposite wall*

Myrrh:  *gentle, soothing*  Are you hungry?

Swoop:  *perks and holds up cookies*

WakeJumper: *Attention going back and forth between Myrrh and Swoop*

Myrrh:  *gets up to go over by Swoop so that he can keep an optic on both of them at once, still humming the soft song as she takes a choccy sammich cookie and bites it*

WakeJumper: *hesitantly edging closer*

Myrrh:  *offers him her grave smile, and the rest of her cookie*

WakeJumper: *edging close enough to nab the cookie before skittering back to the wall*

Myrrh:  *takes the glitterSeeker next*

Swoop:  Me Swoop am friend, littlebot.

WakeJumper: *studying Myrrh and Swoop, blue optics still holding wariness and just a bit of fear*

Myrrh:  We won't hurt you.  Predacons do not ever hurt younglings.

WakeJumper: ... *confused, even as he finishes the choccy sammich cookie*

Myrrh:  *softly*  What's wrong?  *holds out the glitterSeeker*

WakeJumper: ... *edges closer, quickly looking around out of habit, before he nabs the cookie and skitters back over by the wall.*

Myrrh:  This is the base on Dinobot island.  This room can be your room if you want it.

WakeJumper: ... *raised brow ridge. This place has him confused, as do the beings in the room with him*

Myrrh:  Would you like us to leave?

WakeJumper: *headshake. These two aren't as strange and scary as the big bots and that weird organic thing that tried to spit acid or whatever it was at him!*

Myrrh:  *smiles*  Would you like to come eat cookies and oil with us?

WakeJumper: *perks up. He knows what oil is, thanks to Rattletrap*

Myrrh:  *smile grows just a little in her grave small face as she turns to get the container and three mugs*

WakeJumper: *Scoots closer*

Myrrh:  *sets his mug over a couple feet away from herself and Swoop, then sits a pile of assorted cookies beside it.  This done, she resumes her seat and dips a cookie into her mug after briefly bowing her head*

WakeJumper: *crouches, resting on part of his stabilizing servos. Even if these two bots aren't as scary, he's still ready to make a quick getaway as he reaches for the mug Myrrh set down. He's halfway expecting to have his wrist grabbed*

Myrrh:  *munching quietly and neatly*

Swoop:  *trying to do like Myrrh is doing*

WakeJumper: *hesitantly reaching for one of the cookies, one optic on Myrrh and Swoop*

Myrrh:  *smiles at him*

Swoop:  *intent on nomming*

WakeJumper: *quick glance around, before he focuses on taking in fuel*

oil:  *mild and very sweet*

cookies:  *various flavors, most sweet, though the pickle one isn't*

WakeJumper: *surprised at the pickle cookie's flavor*

Myrrh:  *looks up as she catches his surprise*  Oh.  That's pickle flavor.  *pause*  Do you like it?

WakeJumper: *Considering look, before he nods*

Myrrh:  *slightly surprised, but pleased*  It's my male mentor's favorite flavor.

WakeJumper: *blink blink* ... *headtilt, hoping for clarification*

Myrrh:  What don't you understand, friend?

WakeJumper: ... *Very, VERY quiet click*

Myrrh:  *clicks softly in return, 'I am here, I am your friend'.  Yes, she knows the baby sounds, though she grew to her present size in two and a half weeks*

WakeJumper: *Another very quiet click as he scoots closer to Myrrh*

Myrrh:  *clicks back, her odd coloured optics bright*

WakeJumper: *scoots even closer, close enough to be touched. Works on finishing his mug of oil*

Myrrh:  *will lean against him slightly as she offers him more oil from the container*

Swoop:  *holding up the container so Myrrh can get the spout*

WakeJumper: *small headshake, just wants to sit here for a little while*

Myrrh:  Alright.  *clicks softly as Swoop puts the container down again, and as she works on finishing her choccychip scout cookie*

WakeJumper: *Very soft clicks*

Sentinel:  *startled squeal in the hall as he runs into Grimlock*

Grimlock:  *laughing*

WakeJumper: *on his feet, optics wide and fearful*

Myrrh:  *up and puts her arms around him*  It's safe.  It's safe.  Sentinel is just glitchy.

WakeJumper: *nervous and tensed*

Myrrh:  *will rub his back and click as she comms her parents and asks why Sentinel has come back.  Considers their answer and pings Ratchet*

Ratchet: *Stepping into the room after shaking his head at Grimlock and Sentinel* I'm right here, Myrrh.

WakeJumper: o_o *wants away NOW, plz!!!*

Myrrh:  No.  No.  Ratchet, please go back out.  *clicking and holding the orange youngling*  You're frightening him.

Swoop:  Him jumpy.

Ratchet: *Raised brow ridge, but complies*

WakeJumper: *putting up a struggle*

Myrrh:  *lets him go, and then hunkers and hugs herself and shivers slightly at the feel of his emotions*

WakeJumper: *looking for someplace to hide*

Swoop:  Jumpy go under bed?

WakeJumper: *skitters over that way*

Swoop:  *moves the tarp so that the opening is covered, then goes back to her place and eats cookies*

Myrrh:  0.o

WakeJumper: *Calming down now*

Myrrh:  //Ratchet?//

Ratchet: //Yes, Myrrh?//

Myrrh:  //He's terrified of you.  And of everyone else.  I think I was right about where he came from.//

Ratchet: //Has he said anything? His name maybe?//

Myrrh:  //Only some sparklet clicking.//

Ratchet: //That'll make figuring out where exactly he's from a bit harder... I didn't get too good a look at him earlier... What shape is he in?//

Myrrh:  *details the condition of his paint and shell as she noticed it.  Also notes that the orange youngling seems to have a few soft joint squeaks*

Ratchet: //... Until I can scan him, I won't know how old he is... But the trick will be getting him to let me scan him...//

Myrrh:  //Would you be able to scan him through a tarp as he hides under the berth?//

Ratchet: //That'd help keep him calm?//

Myrrh:  //He feels safest when he's hidden.//

Ratchet: //I just hope I don't give myself away...// *Quietly returning to the room*

Myrrh:  //Maybe not trying to sneak would help.//  *goes to hug him and greet him and offer him cookies and oil*

Ratchet: //We'll see...// *attention on the slight rustle of the tarp as he thanks Myrrh for the cookies and oil*

Myrrh:  *hunkered down to talk to him about what's happened since they went away, including the total lack of any sightings of the last Starscream clones, and how many silly things Wreck-Gar did*

WakeJumper: *playing the "If I can't see them, they can't see me!!!" game, is curled up and trying to pretend that he doesn't hear Ratchet and Myrrh outside of the tarp*

Swoop:  *gonna go outside and fly now.  Meets Grimlock in the hall and IGNORES him*

Myrrh:  //Are you picking anything up?//  *looks up at her friend quizzically.  Ratchet's feeling too grumped about something for her to sense if he's succeeding or not*

Ratchet: *Quietly lists exactly what parts on the youngling are in need of replacement, as well as which parts can be repaired. He also reveals that the youngling is just over a vorn in age, making him far older than Myrrh and the Dinobots*

Myrrh:  //So I was right?  He's abandoned?// *still talking about happenings*

Ratchet: //That, or his creators aren't alive anymore...// *Absent sound of acknowledgement regarding the happenings*

Myrrh:  //That still makes him abandoned, if no one else wants him.//  *expression on her face, as it does sometimes, mirrors a sadness even greater than her own.*

Ratchet: *small nod, absently wonders to himself whether there's any way to get the youngling behind the tarp to not be as afraid of everyone*

Myrrh:  //You're wondering about something?//

Ratchet: //Just about whether the little guy'll ever not be afraid of everyone... and if there's any way to help with that...//

Myrrh:  //Oh.//  *frown* //I don't know.  You're older and wiser than I am....//  *stops as her optics go distant*  //There's hope.//

Ratchet: *Small nod* //I wonder if he'd like something to cuddle when you and Swoop aren't around?//

Myrrh:  *tilts her head at him*  //I think anyone bigger than us frightens him.  Though... Swoop is taller than you.  Maybe he's not afraid of femmebots?//

Ratchet: //It's a start...//

Myrrh:  //Do you think he would like Arcee?//

Ratchet: //He might... She's good with youngbots...//

Myrrh:  *perks*  //Primus says it's worth trying.//  *yes, she just said a word that hasn't been used on Cybertron for a long long time*

Ratchet: *blink blink, small nod* //I'll go get Arcee then...//

Myrrh:  //Alright.//  *felt his surprise, and knows why he felt it, but doesn't say anything*

Ratchet: *Going to find Arcee now*

WakeJumper: *peeking from behind the tarp once Ratchet's gone*

Grimlock:  *leans through a door and tries to bite the medibot's head*

Myrrh:  *through the door*  Grimlock, please don't do that.

Grimlock:  ...  Me Grimlock not doing nothing!  *slamma door!*

WakeJumper: *Flinches*

Myrrh:  *winces at the flinch, then clicks the little sound*

WakeJumper: *Very soft click, a bit of a question in the sound*

Myrrh:  Grimlock is my brother.  He likes to be loud.

WakeJumper: ... *headtilt, doesn't know what 'brother' or 'sister' or anything like that means*

Myrrh:  *turns back to him*  They're the bots I love most besides my par... creators.  They're young with me.

WakeJumper: *blink blink* *surprises himself by yawning as the second round of cookies catches up with him*

Myrrh:  Will you be my brother? *startles herself slightly with the question*

WakeJumper: *nods, clicking very quietly*

Myrrh:  *smiles her grave smile*  Do you know what 'mentor' means?

WakeJumper: *small nod, thinking of Rattletrap and how the older mech taught him all the good hiding spots*

Myrrh:  *gently*  They're tall, and their optics are red.

WakeJumper: *more blink blink, doesn't quite get the signifigance of red optics*

Myrrh:  *feels this and is glad.  Her smile shows it*  One of them is my creator.

WakeJumper: *About to click again, yawns instead*

Myrrh:  The bot who was just here is also one of my mentors.  But he doesn't live here with me.

WakeJumper: ... *not sure about the red and white mech*

Myrrh:  *gently*  Ratchet isn't scary, if you know him.  He helps bots to stop hurting.  He saved my creator's life when I came online.

WakeJumper: *considers this, will think about it a bit more... when he's more awake*

Myrrh:  Where should we nap?

WakeJumper: *blink blink, moves to try and get the tarp open enough for Myrrh to join him*

Myrrh:  *holds her wings close and slips underneath, clicking softly*

WakeJumper: *moves to curl up next to her, clicking quietly all the while*

Myrrh:  *hug and click and snuggle, feeling protective of the little guy who isn't littler than her*

WakeJumper: *Soon settles into stasis-rest, feeling a lot safer than he did at the beginning of the solar cycle*

Myrrh:  *smiles as she feels that, then hums to him and talks with Primus*

Ratchet: *Bringing Arcee, and quietly explaining about the youngling's situation*

Myrrh:  *turns her head from where she's laying with her back to the tarp, peeks through the crack at one edge of it*

Arcee: *Concerned for the youngling, pauses when she sees Myrrh peeking through the crack* *Quietly, over comms* //How is he?//

Myrrh:  //Napping again, though he hasn't got his thumb in his mouth yet.//

Arcee: *small nod, moves to situate herself nearby to wait* //From what Ratchet has said, it may be likely that he has not had very much contact with anyone...//

Myrrh:  //I'm fairly sure he was abandoned, maybe after his creator died.//

Arcee: *hand over her mouth* //Oh, the poor thing...//

WakeJumper: *very quiet click as he shifts position slightly*

Myrrh:  *gently shakes the orange youngling's shoulder*  Brother?  One of my friends is here.

WakeJumper: *Awake!!! And blinking owlishly*

Arcee: *Soothing clicks*

WakeJumper: *Slight headtilt*

Myrrh:  I don't know her very well yet, but I like her.  *turns on her back so she can look out through the crack*

WakeJumper: *regarding the pink and white femme with curiosity*

Myrrh:  She's not scary?

WakeJumper: *small headshake. He remembers that it's the ones built in a similar style that are the nice ones, IE: they don't try to kick at him or throw things at him*

Myrrh:  *smiles*  Arcee, do you want to nap with us?

Arcee: *nods, smiling* I would like that... *gentle clicks for the orange and black youngling, telling him that she is a friend*

Myrrh:  *looks at her new brother*  I'm not sure Arcee will fit in here.  Should we go on top of the berth and hide under the tarp?

WakeJumper: *blink blink, considering this, before he nods, seeing the sense in the action*

Myrrh:  *clicks to him and crawls out from under the berth, fluttering her wings slightly to stretch them as she does*

WakeJumper: *crawling out after Myrrh, attention going to Arcee when the older femme makes a soft sound*

Myrrh:  *also looks at Arcee, a bit of curiosity in her calm little face*

Arcee: *just a bit surprised at seeing Myrrh this close for the first time. Is quickly over her surprise, however, and is moving to help WakeJumper onto the berth*

Myrrh:  *smiles and climbs up herself, then starts arranging the tarp.  Plans for the orange youngster to be in the middle*  Brother, do you have a name?

WakeJumper: *snuggles against Myrrh as Arcee moves to join them on the berth* *small nod* *Very quietly* WakeJumper.

Myrrh:  *small laugh*  So Swoop was almost right.

Arcee: Hm?

Myrrh:  *gently, as she cuddles WakeJumper*  She was calling him 'Jumpy'.

Arcee: *As she moves to carefully cover the youngling with the tarp* I see... *very soft chuckle*

WakeJumper: *Shuttering his optics and snuggling close to Myrrh*

Myrrh:  *hums the little song, her optics wakeful but taking on that absent look of talking to someone else that usually never comes to a bot's expression till they bond*

Arcee: *will keep watch over both youngbots, and reassure WakeJumper that he's safe whenever the youngling starts to be more wakeful*

WakeJumper: *It's not noticeable at first, but after a few times of waking up and going back to sleep, there's more of an interval between his wakings and soon the orange and black youngling relaxes and sucks on his thumb, listening to dreams instead of outside sounds*

((co-written with random_xtras))