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[schrodingersbot]

((note: takes place after this.With Ariel's help, the lab and office are now as neat and tidy as the day Perceptor took it over. The doors, however, are still in a state of half-repair. Perceptor is only just now making the final repairs to the walls and infrastructure in preparation for remounting the doors themselves. Chitter is hanging from his

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[violet_cure]

Cureall hasn't so much as calmed down as she has just stopped showing any emotion at all. She trudges down the hall to the lab listlessly. She might not even make a sound when she approaches Perceptor. Baby Ratchet how ever, makes an audible pop when he comes out of inbetween and lands on her shoulder.

"Big Brother?" She calls in an almost to bland manner.

[schrodingersbot]

Becoming more attuned to the vagrancies of the little organic creature, Perceptor heard the pop and is already in mid-turn to face her when she speaks. The small smile that was only just starting to spread across his features fades as he notes her demeanor.

"Little One?" he asks, subspacing his welder as he crosses the short distance to her. "Is something wrong?"

Overhead, Chitter drops from the ceiling and flits down to hover near her, burbling an axious little question towards Baby Ratchet.

[violet_cure]

Baby Ratchet chirrups back at the other critter. He sends the images of Daniel, a suitcase, a board, and a school house, then nuzzles his mistress.

Curell leans in to rest her head onto Perceptor's midsection. She doesn't move to wrap her arms around him. "Daniel has...been sent away. Spike says he sent Daniel away." She doesn't shake but a high pitched whine begins to emit from her chest,where her engine is. "I didn't get to say goodbye." Is the last thing she says before she final lets out a small sob.

[schrodingersbot]

This, at least, is something he is all too familiar with. He kneels and scoops Cureall into his arms, rising to carry her back into the office. Once there, he settles onto the berth and holds her while she cries

[blazinblackness]

*with his usual disregard for whatever else might be going on at the time, Blaze enters the lab intending to find someone able to repair his damaged weapon. If it wasn't for the possibility that he'd probably get into trouble afterwards for having a go at someone who's technically got a much higher rank than him, he'd go ahead after the repair job had been done and find alt-Cyclonus, and tell the other exactly what he thinks of him*

*seeing no-one about on entering the main lab area though, he steps further into the room to get a better look, not yet figuring that Perceptor is actually in the office*

Hey, anybody in here?

[schrodingersbot]

A small mechanical creature, something like a mad scientist cross between a ferret, a dog, and a dragonfly, suddenly appears, flitting around Blaze's head and shoulders. He peers at the big mech curiously, spouting off a stream of inquisitive little chittering noises before darting back into a doorway along the back wall. There are quiet voices coming from that doorway in soft murmurs, one low and indistinct but obviously Perceptor's, and the other femenine.

[blazinblackness]

Gah! *swats at the strange creature as it buzzes around his head, but manages to miss every single time. His optics follow it as it then flies off into the doorway, noting the voices. Taking another look around the lab, he heads for the doorway and slowly peers around its edge*

[schrodingersbot]

Though the office is sparcely furnished - just a desk, a chair, and a berth behind the desk that serves double duty as the seat for the desk - it's still a remarkably cluttered room. The walls are covered with shelves filled nearly to capacity, and some byond. The desk is neatly organized, the chair is empty, but the berth is definitely occupied. Perceptor is seated on it, braced against the wall, with Cureall cradled in his lap. He is bent over her, arms wrapped tightly around her, murmuring softly into her audios. He doesn't seem to have noticed Blaze yet.

[blazinblackness]

*looks over the situation, then makes a static-like noise equivalent to a human clearing its throat*

[violet_cure]

Cureall's optics blink on and she turns her head to the direction of the noise, and notices Blaze standing in the doorway. She wipes away some of the fluid in the corners of her optics and puts on a smile for him.

"Good afternoon. Is there anything you need?" She asks not moving out of Perceptor's lap.

((Trying to be the first to spread the rumours eh?))

[blazinblackness]

((*chuckles* Nah, I'm not feeling that mean today... erm, I'm aware this post is starting to get a bit disjointed. Want me to join the thread at the bottom of the page? *points downthread*))

Yeah, actually. *taps the ruined barrel of the flamethrower mounted on his shoulder* That alt-verse asshole busted my weapon. I need someone to fix it.

[schrodingersbot]

((yes please. I'll post there))

[blazinblackness]

(('Kay. Okay if I just copy n' paste my last post from here to there?))

[schrodingersbot]

((sure!))

[violet_cure]

Cureall curls into him as they lie down. That subtle shift in his energy feild helps greatly. She's still crying but the stiff tension she's been feeling is easing off of her and the whining noise softens.

"Spike said that he wanted Daniel to be normal,"she mumbles. Baby Rachet is still sending her comforting images but has now flown to rest on the desk, "He said that Daniel is at a boarding school so he can make freinds with humans his own age and be stable. And...he said..." Cureall chokes, "Big Brother, I don't think he's gonna ever let us see Daniel again!"

[schrodingersbot]

Perceptor is, to put it mildly, stunned. This is not at all what he was expecting to hear, not from Spike. He wonders if Spike has been influenced somehow by Void or the tainted Matrix. Surely there must be some logical explaination for such a wildly uncharacteristic declaration from the human who spent nearly his whole life in the company of the Autobots.

"I find that hard to believe," he blurts out, not because he doubts Cureall at all, but because of how unexpected and... wrong it seems.