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Spotting the complete and utter lack of a bartender tonight, Dot's volunteered herself to take over for the evening of Mardi Gras. She's dressed especially ...ah...colorfully, with a stack of little paper slips next to a jar, and a larger stack of beads near that.

Bartending specials-Been involuntarily costumed? You get your drink half off

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[first_sixth]

"Hey, Dot!"

A somewhat sparkly Ranger sits down on a barstool; fortunately he's been spared too garish a costume, but his long-sleeved black t-shirt has his Ranger uniform pattern down the arms in gold. Bar's also seen fit to give him a few strands of black and gold beads, as well as swap his silver earrings out for gold ones and sprinkle his hair liberally with gold glitter.

Hey, at least it ain't on his FACE this time around.

"I'll take whatever you suggest, User or otherwise." The guy hasn't gotten to try any of Dot's specials yet, after all, and he's more than happy to morph up to do it. He's about to say something else when the jar catches his attention.

"Baby name jar?"

[command_dot_com]

"Hey Tommy!" She smiles from behind the bar proper. "I guess that means you'll be getting the Green Motherfucker."

Thank User for small favors, eh Tommy? Dot's just lucky she can still pull off this outfit. It's a bit outdated by sprite standards but the metallic purple dress and multicolor fishnets go great with the colors of Mardi Gras.

"Oh... Expect a new member to the Matrix family to arrive sometime next year."

[first_sixth]

"Works for me." Tommy gives a somewhat wry smile at the drink's name, considering he used to be one himself (only with less mint). Whatever the case, he'll probably enjoy the shot itself.

Then what Dot said hits him and he begins choking on the cashew nut that he just put in his mouth. He finally manages to duck down below the level of the bar and spit it out, before sitting back up amidst a small shower of glitter.

"You're pregnant?!"

[command_dot_com]

That look, right there on his face?

It is completely priceless.

"In the very early stages...but yes. Happily doomed to motherhood."

[first_sixth]

Tommy's good at priceless looks. Dot may want to get a picture of this one before it dissolves into one of the biggest smiles she'll probably ever see.

"Congratulations! Bob must be absolutely beside himself with delight."

He'd hug her, but the bar between them makes it kinda difficult.

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When in doubt, Bar helpfully provides the disposable camera for just such an occassion. How often is it that you find a completely gob-smacked Power Ranger Messiah in the Bar?

-FLASH!-

There's one for the scrapbook!

"Oh he is, when he's not running off into trouble again."

[first_sixth]

Given that it's Milliways, more often than you might suspect. But it is a really good face he's making, this time around, and the glitter only makes it all the more priceless. If nothing else, Dot will have some good, sparkly blackmail material (though nowhere as good or embarrassing as the April Fool's Day footage of Tommy walking in his heeled boots, admittedly).

"Well, hopefully he's being more careful than usual." You are now looking at Tommy's "I'm so happy I could just explode" face. "Do you guys know whether it'll be a boy or a girl, yet?"

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"We won't know for at least another couple of minutes yet. But we're picking out names now for either gender." Dot rolls her eyes. "He's Bob. If someone's in trouble he will, without questioning, jump forward to help them out."

It's part of what she loves about him, even if it drives her completely random sometimes.

"Like as he's currently gotten himself stuck into a robotic body until the Autobots figure out a way to bring him BACK."

[first_sixth]

Tommy also has a bad case of what might be called "Bob Syndrome." It's definitely gotten him into trouble more than once, though it must be said that he's never been turned into a vehicle. The idea makes him wince.

"Aww, man. How did that happen?"

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"They've been working on a way to create robotic bodies for Sprites, since Sprites and their Sparks are made out of the same kind of energy." Dot says, mixing up another shot for Tommy. "So when the first prototype of a device to transport sprites TO these bodies safely was brought into the Bar by Optimus...Bob ofcourse..had to try it out right away and get turned into a Spark."

[first_sixth]

Tommy slams the second shot. Dot's free to keep 'em coming.

"And they hadn't quite finished the technology to turn him back, I'm guessing." Not that this is wholly different than when he'd been digitized and not known how long it would take to restore him to a material being. Of course, that had been a matter of necessity.

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"Pretty much," She'll keep em coming alright. "They're working out how to change him back safely, meantime, I'm seeing what kind of alcohol in the bar it takes to get an Autobot drunk."

[first_sixth]

"Or seeing if you even can get an Autobot drunk," Tommy adds. He's never met any of them, it must be said, but from the sound of things he's guessing that getting them even buzzed would take a considerable amount of skill, as well as some pretty rancid chemicals.

"How's Bob handling the situation?" There's an unvoiced question there, as well, namely "how long did it take Bob to even notice."

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"He's handling it pretty well, ofcourse he would pick a sports racing car for his Alt mode." She replies mixing up another 3 shots of Green Motherfucker. "He said there isn't much difference to the senses from a sprites..but I can't help but wonder how much attention he's actually paying to that."

Like the complete and utter lack of hormones.

"He's been 'sleeping' in the garage at night."

[first_sixth]

"Hey, at least he's got taste, then," Tommy says with obvious approval. Why, yes, Dot. Your current patron is a former stock car driver, amongst everything else.

"That's gotta suck, though, for you especially. Especially if Bob's not even aware of things. Any guesses on how long it'll take to get him back to normal?"

Tommy may not be pregnant, thank all that's holy, but he knows that if Jason suddenly turned into something of a decidedly different species and without the hormones glorious hormones, he'd be a bit annoyed. It actually puts the whole you're-material-and-I'm-not thing from Dot's vacation into perspective, though in that case the compatible desires had probably just made the whole incompatible bodies thing worse.

But at least there'd still been a shared bed, rather than a garage.

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"I'll give him taste in a good cars." Dot's tastes have always been a bit more sensible in that regard; she'd probably take a family car of some sort. "No idea yet, but I'm hoping it won't be more than a few weeks."

If it's longer than that Bob is not going to be going anywhere for very long.