Returning home

[blue_zr1]

There's a bright flash of light, and suddenly, a blue Corvette ZR1 is occupying a parking space near a mall. "...well, that was interesting...Jazz, did you make it here alright?"

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[slag_megs]

"Yeah." He quickly folds up himself, then scans her. "Where's Bumble? Ya still got her?"

[blue_zr1]

"Yeah, I've got her. I can't help but feel like I forgot something back there though..." Showtime seems to sag on her shocks a little.

[slag_megs]

Jazz turns his scanners to their surroundings as the bitty chibi scrambles around on Showtime's floor and then tries to wedge herself under a seat.

"Any idea what? Alright. I'd know my way home from here in my reality, but that don't mean I know the way here. You wanna try callin' somebody?"

[blue_zr1]

Showtime chuckles a bit at the feeling of Bumble crawling about her interior. She adjusts her radio a bit, and is soon playing a cheerful instrumental piece.

"I can't really say, to be honest...just this nagging feeling that I left something behind back there...I'll try calling..."

Showtime opens a comm line, letting out a startled sound when someone responds, and moments later, the femme is all but bouncing in place.

[slag_megs]

Jazz makes a slight sound of surprise. "'Jack 'n Bluestreak... that's different."

Then he perks. "Wait, WakeJumper? Kid that turns inta a jet ski?"

[blue_zr1]

Perceptor nods. "We were just as surprised when we all found out...Red Alert went into a state of near-panic, and Ratchet spent awhile laughing himself silly. Ironhide and several others started a betting pool to see how long it would take the twins to blow themselves, or each other, or Wheeljack, up...Though now the only reason something blows up because of them is usually because Eclipse's twin brother caused an explosion deliberately....Eclipse is generally busy helping Red Alert in the control room..."

Showtime would nod, but she's in alt..."I remember that..." Perceptor nods again, before Jazz's question catches his attention.

"No, not anymore, he doesn't...now he's a triplechanger...his two alts are a speedboat and an SUV...Though, compared to the majority of the base, he is still a youngling..."

[slag_megs]

"Your Red sounds a lot more tight wired 'n the one I know." Jazz shifts on his wheels a bit. "Alright. Must've ben awhile. But my son's run inta WakeJumper a couple times."

[blue_zr1]

Showtime changes her radio to a dance station in an effort to cover up her snickering as Perceptor attempts to maintain his composure. "Our Red Alert tends to be...rather paranoid, but he means well..."

He seems a bit confused by the whole 'son' thing, but thankfully, Showtime chimes in, "This Jazz isn't the same one back home, Perceptor...this one is from a different reality. Remember when I told you about the Nexus?" That seems to click, and Perceptor nods.

"Of course. That does make sense...Perhaps your son would be willing to locate WakeJumper?"

[slag_megs]

He sighs. "His lady in my 'verse was Pacer. But he never even got ta say anythin' before she died in Starscream's first assault. Keepsake's a spark he made ta remember her by. And Swoop's one of his Dinobots, that he made ta try and get enough soldiers fast enough."

Then he rubs the scar again. "This came from Megs decidin' he wanted two pieces of me in the last Allspark battle. 'N the fingerprints... well, they came from my spark-mate."

He looks away as he says the last bit, his shoulders drooping just a little as he remembers.

[blue_zr1]

Showtime hesitantly reaches out to rub Jazz's shoulders. She really can't think of anything appropriate to say at the moment, but hopes that her actions convey what she means.

[slag_megs]

Behind him, she'll see the other two fingerprints. They show where a massive hand had squeezed the little mech so hard sometime in the past that the marks have become a permanent part of his shell.

"It alright," he says gruffly. "She gone now."

Bumblebee, in the meantime, has stopped her fussing and is looking up at Perceptor with those massive baby blues as she chews on one of her fingers.

[blue_zr1]

Showtime nods, sympathetically. She's familiar with loss. It doesn't mean she has to like it, or simply stand by and watch while others are hurting...

Perceptor chuckles, amused, and gently sways in place.

[slag_megs]

Jazz watches for a few minutes, then walks over slowly and gives the prone femme a poke with his staff. "Girl, I don't know what you ben drinkin', but I think I could sure use some of that."

[maserati_sniper]

Desinex lets out a small grunt, before lifting her head to blink at the silver mech. She makes an effort to try to talk, but all that comes out is a garbled mix of accented Cybertronian and whining noises.

Showtime raises an optic ridge, before putting her bow in subspace and approaching the larger femme. "I'm with Jazz on this one...whatever you got into, I want some..." She yelps as Desinex latches one hand onto her leg, and those damned claws dig in slightly.

Desinex starts rambling in the same accented Cybertronian, while waving her free hand waves about erratically. "[Showtime, why'd ya run fr'm me back then?! I was scared to death, and i couldn't find you and then someone came and found me and I got taken away and it was scary and I'm so glad you're alive!!!]"

[slag_megs]

Jazz frowns and sticks his staff to his back, then stoops and uses his magnets to help get Desinex's hand loose before he wraps his arms around her middle and lifts her as best he can so that she's facing away from him. "She's cratered outta her processor."

And Bumblebee is hidey hiding. Scared chibi is scared.

[blue_zr1]

Showtime frowns, nodding, "Normally, by now, she'd have tried to kill us all...and failing at that, she would've tried to kill me." Her doorwings haven't relaxed from the high angle they were at, but she is acting a lot calmer than she was earlier. "I wonder if there's a way to get her back to the base without her trying to injure anyone?"

Desinex, for her part, is flailing a bit in Jazz's grip, but isn't really putting much effort into trying to escape the smaller mech.

Perceptor raises an optic ridge at Showtime's question, before making a coughing sound. "I believe I may have a solution...I've been working on a restraining system that I believe will work in this situation..."

[slag_megs]

"Keepsake does. 'N yeah..." He stoops and touches a red stain with a finger. "My 'Hide ain't rusty."

[blue_zr1]

Showtime's frown deepens, but then Desinex makes a small noise of distress and her attention shifts to the Decepti-femme. Soon, the two are conversing, even as Desinex begins to nod off.

Perceptor frowns, inspecting the rust with concern, "Nor is the one that Showtime and myself are acquainted with...perhaps this one is injured..."

((Percy really needs his own LJ...but that'll be the...sixth character journal I've made...wow, I need a life...XD))

[slag_megs]

Jazz studies the rust, then wipes it off on the pavement and turns toward Desinex. "Hey, what's the story with that mech that brought ya here?"

((nah. My critters share all the time. lol Jazz and Dready are odd bots out with their own.))

[maserati_sniper]

Desinex blinks, trying to focus her optics on the silver mech. "[Dunno...was lookin' f'r Showtime...'e found me...brought me 'ere...]"