kv and the Nexus, The /Ark/ and Near the Mall, Shocking Blow
Wheeljack: //Hey, Blue, you busy?//
Bluestreak: //Uh... Does being at the bottom of a kidpile count as busy? Because if it does, then I'm swamped...//
Wheeljack: //Buddy, I needta talk ta you about somethin'.//
Bluestreak: //If it's about the silly string, that was all Sunstreaker's idea, and I told him not to, but you know how he and Sideswipe can get when they're bored and Prowl is too busy to assign them tasks...//
Wheeljack: //That blue stuff? Nah. Ate that.//
Bluestreak: //...Was it any good? It smelled pretty good when they were spraying it everywhere...//
Wheeljack: //Was okay. I'd kinda forgot ta charge, so all I basically registered was the need to get somethin' compatible in my tank.//
Bluestreak: //...Wheeljack, you need to take better care of yourself!// *going to fuss a bit*
Wheeljack: //That's kinda part'a why I need ta talk ta ya.// *sounds embarrassed and uncertain*
Bluestreak: *train of thought derailed* //...Bhuh?//
Wheeljack: //Just... come ta my workshop when you're free. Okay?//
Bluestreak: //...Okay...//
bittyBee: *backfire*
Bluestreak: .>_<.
Kriti: *clickstorm!*
mess call: *goes out*
smell of flavored calcien mud: *filling the hallways. It's chili flavor*
sparklets: *Abandoning ship in favor of noms!*
bittyBee: *SQUEAL*
Kriti: *grabs bittyBee and carries her off to get noms*
Bluestreak: *Going to get up and head for Wheeljack's workshop, feeling just a bit apprehensive*
Wheeljack: *sitting quietly and staring at the wall. And not the one he writes on*
Bluestreak: *Knocks on the door frame* Wheeljack? Are you okay or do you need me to get Ratchet or Fixer or Perceptor?
Wheeljack: *glances over* I ain't glitchin', Blue.
Bluestreak: *Worried expression as he comes into the room* You said you wanted to talk to me about something?
Wheeljack: Yeah. Um... you know how you usually camp on my berth at night?
Bluestreak: *Small nod, and then his expression's going comical as he begins to fuss, fret, and worry that he's somehow offended the inventor by camping out on the other mech's berth*
Wheeljack: Hey, hey. Blue, slow down. *sits up and waves his hands at the younger mech*
Bluestreak: *Spaaaazing*
Wheeljack: *sighs* BLUE, you're streaking!
Bluestreak: *Startles*
Wheeljack: Say it slowly.
Bluestreak: I didn't mean to upset you or offend you but it's always felt strange to me to not be snuggled against someone during recharge but if you want me to leave then I will...
Wheeljack: *gets up and hugs Bluestreak* Hey. You never upset me or offended me. *faceplates heat* I... um. There's just somebody else that wants that spot now.
Bluestreak: *Blink blink* ...
Wheeljack: *blushes worse* I... Ratchet 'n Percy were there. They witnessed... Hadn't meant ta do it that way....
Bluestreak: .... But what about Pacer? I thought you two made a cute couple...
Wheeljack: *even redder* That's what I was talkin' about, Blue. Pacer 'n I exchanged promises today.
Bluestreak: *Blink blink, expression brightens as he hugs Wheeljack* Congratulations!
Wheeljack: *relief!* *hugs back*
Bluestreak: *And now he's happily babbling about how Smokescreen owes him a favor, so he'll just bunk with him for a little while*
Wheeljack: *hands on young bond brother's shoulders as he steps back slightly and looks at Bluestreak* You really don't mind?
Bluestreak: Yup! It's good that you and Pacer are a couple, since you're both people I care a lot about and I know Eclipse'll be happy too, since now she won't have to use her breaks to make sure you've refueled....
Wheeljack: Wait, whatnow, use her breaks?
Bluestreak: *rambles right past that, is totally giving away the fact that he was the one who told Pacer that Wheeljack liked her the first time he saw the inventor watching her*
Wheeljack: Wait, what??? o.0
Bluestreak: *continues on a tangent that somehow gets back to Eclipse*
Wheeljack: *gives him a little shake*
Bluestreak: *Startled squeak* *Blink blink*
Wheeljack: You told Pacer I liked her?
Bluestreak: Well, yeah... but only after I was sure, because I didn't want to say something that wasn't true...
Wheeljack: o.0 When was this?
Bluestreak: *Tells him the date*
Wheeljack: The day she came 'n talked ta me in the rec room. *boggling slightly* You sneaky little...
Bluestreak: *Sweet and innocent grin* Well, I like seeing the people I care about happy... Unless they're doing something they shouldn't be, like Smokescreen was that one time...
Wheeljack: Um... *pauses and sniffs the air* ...The slag's that?
Bluestreak: *Sniff sniff* I think it's the meal in the mess today...
Wheeljack: *confused* Meal in the mess? Who made a mess?
Bluestreak: Not a mess... Didn't you hear about how we've got a mess hall now? It's where we're supposed to be refueling from now on, apparently...
Wheeljack: ... What's happened to the charging berths and the occasional shot of energon? Why didn't I get a memo about this?
Bluestreak: Didn't you stick it on your dart board with the rest of the memos?
Wheeljack: *goes to look* ...Oh.
Bluestreak: Apparently there's fuel from the Black Dog or the company that supplies the Black Dog....
Wheeljack: I never smelled cookies that smelled like that.
Bluestreak: According to Eclipse and Starscream, the company makes more than just the cookies.... *slightly puzzled look* What's poutine?
Wheeljack: No clue. *checks the net* Um... not what we're smellin'.
Bluestreak: *Slight frown, 'wings moving as he asks Eclipse what's being served* According to Eclipse, the meal's 'chili-flavored calcien and energon mud'....
Wheeljack: ... Good thing I gotta help Pacer move her stuff. *slaps Bluestreak gently on the arm and heads for the door*
Bluestreak: *Squeak, scoots for the door*
Wheeljack: Ow... *just faceplanted against Jazz's chest*
Jazz: *chuckles and makes sure Wheeljack isn't hurt* You 'n Blue getcherselves to the mess hall, mech...
Wheeljack: I'm charged, Jazz. I got other things I needta do.
Jazz: *gives the inventor a bemused look* You don' wanna try what I made?
Wheeljack: You... made?
Jazz: Yep. Mixed it up 'n everythin'... *grin* The kids were try'n t' feed each other when I went t' see where everyone was....
Wheeljack: *turns his head and looks at Bluestreak*
Bluestreak: *considering look. Since it's locally made, it doesn't seem nearly as intimidating....*
Wheeljack: ...It smells like rust.
Jazz: That's prolly th' botmato...
Wheeljack: *looks for escape*
Jazz: *denied! Is going to pick the inventor up and carry him to the mess hall*
Wheeljack: *kicks, protests, and squirms all the way there*
Fixer: *glances toward the noise, then offers Torque another spoonful of the mush stuff* Hot Rod really didn't need that slaggin' virus right now.
Torque: *reluctant nom. Hasn't been feeling too good today for some reason...*
Viisaus: *small nod as he tries to keep Blitzwing's attention on the fuel* Miss Flareup has been quite worried about him...
Fixer: Tell me something I don't know. *puts the spoon down and scoops her son into her lap to scan him as she cuddles him*
Torque: *ate a couple of crayons the other day, which is causing a bit of tank upset*
Jazz: *Plunks Wheeljack down in one of the few empty seats, and goes to get the inventor a small bowl of the calcien mud*
Fixer: *sighs and rubs Torque's back* I told you not to eat those soy based crayons. *totally ignores Wheeljack's escape attempt as she comms her mate and asks for the mild tank flushing mixture*
Ratchet: //I'll be there in a little bit... I need to get Flareup some fuel, since she's refusing to leave Hot Rod's side...//
Fixer: *soft growl* //Flareup!//
Flareup: *Startled blurt*
Fixer: //Where do you get off thinking it's your right to have other bots wait on you??//
Flareup: *Would be giving Fixer a confused look if she were in the same room* //What are you talking about?// *sounds just a bit out of it*
Fixer: //Ratchet just told me you're making him bring you fuel. Hot Rod doesn't need that kind of exhaust for CPU.//
Flareup: //...I didn't ask him to...//
Fixer: //And what slagging kind of help for Hot Rod are you going to be when you run down from lack of energy?//
Flareup: *stubbornly* //I'll be alright.//
Fixer: //If you don't take proper and routine care of yourself I'll ban your shiny little aft from the med bay! Is that understood?//
Flareup: //...// *wordless acknowledgement*
Fixer: //Good. Now hurry up and get down here while Hot Rod's in stasis.//
Flareup: *another wordless acknowledgement*
Jazz: *About ready to duct tape Wheeljack into the chair, even with Bluestreak protesting*
Fixer: *turns to the next table* Ariel, Flareup's doing it again.
Ariel: *Sighs* That femme.... *pings Moonracer and Firestar's comms and lets them know*
Ratchet: *arrives in the mess hall and heads for Fixer's table*
Torque: *snuggles close to Mentor*
Wheeljack: *begging for mercy*
Jazz: At least try some, mech... Ya never know, ya might like it...
Wheeljack: Ratchet! Save me!?
Ratchet: *To Wheeljack* Just be glad he's only offering you the 'bland' variety... *attention on mate and the tan and navy youngling snuggled against her* *Soothing clicks* Easy, Torque... We'll get you feeling better...
Wheeljack: *flails* *is glad he has no mouth, or he's sure he'd have been fed by now*
Jazz: *Going to recruit Bluestreak and make sure the inventor gets a bit of the calcien mud in his tank*
Flareup: *Just got ambushed by her teammates!*
Fixer: *gentle rub for Torque's back and a slight, grim smile for Ratchet. Then looks down as tiny yellow arms glomp onto her leg* You done running wild now?
bittyBee: Bweeeee.
Torque: *quiet clicks, and then he's putting up a bit of a fuss as he catches sight of the tank flushing mixture*
Fixer: Shhh, Torque. This will help you feel better faster.
Torque: *Squirming to put bittyBee to shame!*
Ratchet: *trying to keep Torque still long enough to administer the tank flushing mixture* *Soothing clicks*
Fixer: Look. Here. *grabs the mixture and takes a swig*
Viisaus: *Soft chuckle. Has seen this routine before, back when Torque was just new, and liable to try anything, regardless of whether or not it was fuel*
Torque: *Fuss!*
Fixer: And look at this. *sticks bottle in Ratchet's face*
Ratchet: *Has a swig of the mixture*
Viisaus: *soothing clicks as Blitzwing starts to fuss in response to Torque's upset*
Torque: *Wibblebibble*
Fixer: And look here. *bottle to Viisaus*
Viisaus: *carefully leans and has a sip of the mixture*
Torque: *reluctantly opens his mouth*
Fixer: *gives him a drink. Knows there's carbon and cinna in this, unlike the stuff he's had before* There... good boy.
Wheeljack: *just shrieked as somebody stuffed mud in his tank*
Torque: *Surprised squeak at the flavor, and then he's trying to roll onto his back and take his medicine*
Bluestreak: *patpats Wheeljack's shoulder, will grab one of the spoons Jazz stuck in the bowl and have a taste of the mud as well*
Fixer: *smiles and cradles Torque as she watches him drink, then nearly jumps out of her shell as Bumblebee yells for attention* Slagging pit!
Viisaus: *Startles and nearly topples out of his seat, if not for the quickness of Ratchet's reflexes*
Blitzwing: *Babbles at bittyBee*
bittyBee: *looks at Blitzwing* Slaggin' pit!
Blitzwing: *Beeps at bittyBee!*
Fixer: Ratchet, do you want to grab her?
Ratchet: *Will scoop up bittyBee and cuddle her*
bittyBee: Nom! Bweeee!
Ratchet: *Chuckle* Did you enjoy your meal then?
Fixer: *Snort* She's been too busy running around and trying to bite bots on the ankle to refuel yet.
Ratchet: *soft snerk* Well, let's get her some fuel then.
Torque: *splatsleep once he's finished taking his medicine*
Fixer: *pushes over the bowl she filled for Ratchet, then sets the empty bottle on the table and resumes eating her own meal*
Wheeljack: *oink oink oink!*
Ratchet: *glances at Wheeljack, raised brow ridge* Do I want to know?
Fixer: They had to sit on him before he'd try this sludge. *eat*
Ratchet: Ah... *Will sit down and share his meal with bittyBee*
bittyBee: *wears some too!*
Ratchet: *Amused by that*
bittyBee: *squeak, click. ...Looks at fuel that just fell off the spoon onto the floor* $##@#@! $@##@! #@$@#$!!!
Fixer: *brow quirk*
Ratchet: *going to wipe up the fuel and offer bittyBee another spoonful*
bittyBee: *growls and bites spoon*
Fixer: *amused*
Megatron: *looks over toward bittyBee's growling, and then looks at the little blue femme seated beside him* You want some sparkles?
Kriti: *Attention going from Skywarp's fuel sculpture-making* *Small little smile as she nods*
Megatron: *reaches and gets the shaker, then offers it. Small, gentle grin as he does* *and then chuckles quietly at Starscream*
Starscream: *chin on table as he gives his dinner one of his kitten looks*
Eclipse: *happily rambling about her meal*
Kriti: *Thanks Megatron and carefully sprinkles some glitter onto her fuel before offering the shaker back to the other youngster*
Megatron: *accepts it with quiet thanks and adds some to his own fuel, then offers the shaker to anyone who wants it* Have you analyzed it, Starscream?
Starscream: Almost. I can't quite figure out one thing... *more wide-eyed look as he thinks over the flavor of the delicious mush*
Skywarp: *is more interested in playing with his food at the moment*
Kriti: It's like human food from the Black Dog... *nodnod*
Starscream: Well, not quite. Humans like their food to look fancier. *poke poke the nom, and then has another thoughtful spoonful*
Eclipse: I like it. It's easy to process and it tastes good, even though it's a bit different from what we're used to, and Jazz Prime did a good job mixing the flavors so it's not really strong, which would probably mean nobody else would want to eat it and that'd just be a waste of fuel...
Megatron: It is good. Especially with sprinkles... added? *turns his head as dvPerceptor appears with four separate clatters. Is instantly on his feet and heading toward the damaged mech*
Starscream: *eyes wide with dismay as he looks toward the sounds*
Kriti: *Attention on the sounds, and then she's scrambling over the tables* Papa!
Eclipse: *on her feet and hurrying to help* Ratchet! Fixer!
Fixer: *snags bittyBee out of Ratchet's arms and stuffs her and Torque at Viisaus*
Viisaus: *Expression serious in an instant as he holds the little ones*
Ratchet: *hurrying over to dvPerceptor, while several other Autobots, Jazz included, move to clear room and herd youngbots to a safer place for the time being*
Megatron: *refuses to be herded, is trying the basic medical skills Prowl has taught the youngsters. Face falls when he gets Perceptor's chest open and sees nothing in the older mech's spark chamber*
Kriti: *frozen in place when she sees that*
Ratchet: *sends Bluestreak to get spark support equipment, will try and get dvPerceptor's spark going again*
Megatron: *out of the way and hugging Kriti, his brow plates drawing together in a ferocious frown as he studies the pieces of Perceptor*
Kriti: *optics wide, doesn't seem to be registering Megatron's presence, or the presence of anyone around her* *Quietly* Papa?
Jazz: *going to try and help Ratchet and Fixer*
Megatron: He doesn't look surprised or angry.
Kriti: *going to try and move towards the pieces, clicking softly*
Orion: *Frowning from where he's helping keep the area clear so Ratchet and Fixer can work* Either he got caught completely unaware, or this isn't really him...
Megatron: It's him. Look. *nods to the toys laying by Perceptor's arm*
Orion: ... *quiet murmur as he pinches the bridge of his nose*
Kriti: *Quietly* Papa? Mama?
Megatron: And those are Nexus price tags. His parts are still smoking. Orion, do you remember that story... I read it the other day... The one where someone shot that mech just as he teleported, and they couldn't revive him till they went back to where he'd been hit? *serious and anxious blue optics on the older mech*
Orion: ... *Cuss* *Will try and get a PINpoint*
Ratchet: *grabs the spark pot Bluestreak brought* *To Fixer and Jazz* Put his body back together... I'm going with Orion to find the rest of him. *Optics bright with worry*
Eclipse: *stops in mid streak to pounce on Perceptor's integrated PINpoint* It's got a recall button!
Fixer: *scowl* Make sure the slagger that got him isn't waiting for you.
Orion: I'm going with him. *optics serious*
Wheeljack: Me too. *pushes his way over*
Ratchet: Then let's get going.
Kriti: *trying to make sense of what's going on, and failing repeatedly as her processor gets hung up on what she's seeing, and what her own sparklet-logic says should be happening* *wobbles and goes limp*
Eclipse: *working on getting the PINpoint out of Perceptor so she can rewire it to work with buttons again* *Will offer it to Wheeljack once she's done*
Wheeljack: *can't help but feel proud as he takes the PINpoint* That's my girl. Grab on, guys.
Orion: *snagging the inventor's elbow as Ratchet does likewise on the other side* *Is also getting his gun, which Sideswipe named Vera, out of subspace just in case*
Wheeljack: *brings them to a spot just outside the main entrance of the Nexus Mall, just as something blows up spectacularly. Gets knocked right out of the vicinity by a massive flying body part* AHHH!
Orion: Wheeljack! *Looking for the source of the explosion as Ratchet scans the area for dvPerceptor's spark*
another explosion: *rocks the area and sends more parts flying!*
Orion: *Going in, will only start shooting if he's shot at first!*
Ratchet: *Scanning and searching!*
Deheree: *jerks her heads angrily* MOVE, AUTOBOT!
Blackout: *shoots at the massive black form laying on the ground in front of her again, using her chest cannon*
Requiem: *doing the same thing at the same time, from the other side*
Overkill: *still trying to get up till that double EMP hits systems exposed by the previous explosions. Goes down and twitches*
Orion: *gets out of Deheree's way, will keep Vera aimed at the massive mech that seems to be the one being targeted*
Jetfire: *Bringing the rain on Overkill*
Apoleia: *lobs something that combines with Deheree's twin flames to make Overkill's torso dissolve into a hell of fire and flying debris*
Ratchet: *Ducks and covers*
Orion: *Does likewise, wondering just what the Pit is going on*
Blackout: *steps up and grinds Overkill's empty spark chamber into the dirt, then uses her hands to rip the last bits of him apart before she nods her head to her troops and strides away, Minicons buzzing around her head*
Requiem, Apoleia, Sparta, Deherree, and Whiteout: *follow her without looking back*
Jetfire: *disdainful snort as he also moves to follow Blackout*
burning debris: *all over the area*
Orion: *getting up and going to see if he can find Wheeljack*
Ratchet: *silent prayer for whoever it was that just returned to Primus, before he's scanning and searching for dvPerceptor's spark again*
Wheeljack: *dizzily sitting and scanning the massive gun that took him out* Found... found the slagger that... ugh my head... got Kriti's papa.
Orion: *Low whistle* Easy, 'Jack... *Will administer field repairs* You'll be alright... *looks over his shoulder and lets Ratchet know he found Wheeljack*
Wheeljack: Ow. *moves slowly to lay down as his badly dented and cracked shell creaks in complaint*
Orion: *Will help with that, and look around the area for a few moments before returning his attention to the inventor*
Ratchet: *Silently praying that he can find dvPerceptor in time to save the mech, and his mate*
dvPerceptor: *static on Ratchet's circuits. Oh no. Ratchet knows what that means*
Ratchet: *Gently* Easy, Perceptor... You're safe now.... *though he himself is feeling like he's been suckerpunched in the tank...*
Primus: -One has fallen. One shall rise.-
Wheeljack: Buh? Orion, I think I'm hearin' things.
Orion: ... Then we both are...
dvPerceptor: *abruptly changes from static to an agitatedly pulsing blue orb!*
Ratchet: *Startled blurt, reacts by trying to gently corral dvPerceptor into the spark pot*
dvPerceptor: *is steered, sparking urgently all the way*
dvJazz: *arrives in combat crouch, his gun at the ready as he looks around*
Orion: *startled curse*
Ratchet: *to dvJazz* Is Kia alright?
dvJazz: *grim* She's dead. *startles then and touches his audio* No... she ain't anymore!
Ratchet: *indicates the spark pot, which he's just closed the lid on* Primus brought Perceptor back.... His shell landed in our reality...
dvJazz: What the slag happened? *gruff and angry*
Ratchet: *tips his head towards the battlefield* Blackout and hers dealt with someone... Odds are, he was the guy responsible for what happened to Perceptor and Kia...
dvJazz: *looks around at the parts, his lips pressing together in a frown* Don't know 'im.
Orion: You aren't the only one... *moving to help Wheeljack up* We need to get back... The sooner Perceptor's repaired, the better...
dvJazz: *sudden curse* Did Bitty see Percy?
Ratchet: *quietly* We were having lunch in the mess hall... She couldn't not see...
dvJazz: *curses again and vanishes to go find his baby sister*
Ratchet: *quick prayer, will bring Orion and Wheeljack home*
Wheeljack: *quiet, dazed muttering about voices and about finding dvPerceptor's PINpoint*
Megatron: *actually giving dvJazz the stink eye. Doesn't want to let go of Kriti for Eclipse, and doesn't want to for dvJazz, either*
Kriti: *silent and still aside from the soft sounds of her systems*
Eclipse: *Is doing her best to be soothing and to try and talk Megatron into letting Kriti go*
Ratchet: *will bring the spark pot over to Fixer*
Fixer: *has dvPerceptor's essential systems reconstructed, and has his shell hooked to life support* Got him? He's still lit?
Ratchet: *Quietly* He was out.... Primus brought both he and his mate back...
Fixer: *startled look*
Jazz: *Quiet as he nods* Heard the Boss say somethin' 'bout that...
dvJazz: *actually loses his temper at Megatron and calls him a punk*
Megatron: *hunches a shoulder and turns away, shielding Kriti from the older mech's gaze with his body*
Eclipse: *Reacts in a very out-of-character manner, will reach over and smack dvJazz*
dvJazz: Eclipse! *scowls at her*
Eclipse: *Scowls right back* We're all upset, and we're all worried, but calling names isn't going to make things any better.
dvJazz: Look, I just wanna help Bitty...
Perceptor: *soft twitch and moan as he's set back in his spark chamber* My... Miss?
Ratchet: *Soothingly* She's safe, Perceptor...
Megatron: *and now he's shouldered dvJazz aside and is kneeling to lay Kriti by her papa*
Kriti: *soft sound as she hears her papa's spark*
Megatron: *quietly* Close your chest, sir.
dvPerceptor: *does so slowly and painfully, but then sighs as the burly grey youngling lays his daughter on his chest* Miss.
Megatron: *watchful and protective as he kneels by them*
dvJazz: *scowling with worried protectiveness*
Fixer: *just watching Megatron in silence*
Kriti: *snuggles against her papa's chest and enters a sleep cycle*
Jazz: *prays quietly for the family*
Ratchet: *quietly* It might be best for them if they're someplace quiet and safe....
dvJazz: *looks at Ratchet. Gruffly* Percy was comin' ta bring the girls home.
Ratchet: *small nod* *Quietly* Kriti had been asking when the symposium and convention were over...
Cliffjumper: *Gone to see where Viisaus took Torque and bittyBee*
dvJazz: Slaggin' 'Cons held on harder than we figured.
Orion: *Quietly, from where he's making sure Wheeljack is comfortable while the inventor waits his turn for repairs* Most Decepticons do....
Megatron: *as Cliffjumper returns with a sleeping chibi Bumblebee* No. No! I don't want her to go.
Orion: *blink blink* *soft chuckle*
Blaster: *heard that, from where he's comforting upset sparklets* *will bring Soundwave over* *Quietly* If it's alright with both Jazzes, it's alright with me.
Megatron: *confused and slightly fearful frown at his dad* What?
Blaster: *reassuringly* If you want to go with her, and Prime and Kriti's uncle say it's okay, then you can go.
Soundwave: *Clicks and reaches for Bubby. Wants to go with him*
Megatron: *stares at Blaster, but then automatically turns his back and moves close to Soundwave without taking his hand from Kriti's back*
Soundwave: *Jumps and clings to Bubby-back, clicking softly*
dvJazz: I ain't got no problem with it.
Jazz: 'S okay with me. *Will gently pat Megatron's shoulder*
Megatron: *chin very firm as he looks up at his Prime* *quietly* Thank you.
Jazz: *gently teasing* 'Sides... I don' think Itty-Bitty'd want ya t' go 'way anyways....
Megatron: *serious blue optics, now a stormy grey from his emotions, look down at the little blue femme*
dvPerceptor: *slight movement of his head* Miss...
dvJazz: *down on one knee by his mentor and friend* Shhh, Percy. She's right here. Everythin's gonna be okay. *quickly snags the packaged doll accessories that the scientist had been bringing for Kriti and lays them in the crook of the little femme's arm* She got her present.
dvPerceptor: *small sound and sinks back into stasis*
Kriti: *soft sound, optics unshuttering slightly* *Quietly* Wanna go home...
dvJazz: *looks to Ratchet*
Ratchet: *quietly* There's no need for anyone to linger...
dvJazz: *nods and puts out his arms for bittyBee* Somebody hand me Bee's new baby doll.
Cliffjumper: *Will transfer the sleeping chibi to dvJazz as Blaster goes to get the baby doll*
bittyBee: *slight cranky squeal as her little arms splay out*
dvJazz: *soft soft music as he holds the little one close to his chest* Shhh, shh, little bug. I gotcha.
bittyBee: O_O *looks up at him. Moves her mouthplate. Then sighs and snuggles as she goes back to sleep*
dvJazz: That's it. *looks at Cliffjumper* I'll come back fer the rest'a their stuff later.
Cliffjumper: We'll get it rounded up.
Blaster: *already getting started on that*
dvJazz: *takes the baby doll and tucks it under the arm of the hand that's holding bittyBee, then nods to Megatron to catch firm hold of him before putting his hand on dvPerceptor*
Soundwave: *Sudden squeal as he realizes he and Bubby don't have their blankies and stuffies*
Jazz: *boggling a bit. He's never heard Soundwave make any noise other than clicking*
dvJazz: Wow! What's wrong?
Megatron: *turns head to look at brother, clicking softly in query*
Soundwave: *clickstorm, points at Blaster, beep! Blankies and stuffies need to happen!*
Blaster: *hurrying over and getting the requested items out of subspace*
dvJazz: Ohhhhh. Yeah, that stuff's important. *offers the arm with the doll tucked under it for these objects as well*
Blaster: *gives dvJazz the blankets and stuffies*
Kriti: *has conked out again and will sleep*
dvJazz: *thanks him, and then looks at Ratchet* Percy gonna be okay?
Ratchet: Give him time to heal, and he will be.
dvJazz: But he don't need any hookups now?
Ratchet: *double-checking before he answers*
Fixer: He just needs quiet and rest. And minerals. *absent stink eye for Blaster*
Blaster: *baffled look*
Ratchet: It might be awhile before he's up and around... But he and Kia should make a full recovery.
dvJazz: *slight nod* *gruffly* Good. Everybody that ain't comin' stand back now.
Jazz: *getting everyone who isn't going to stand back*
dvJazz: *looks at Megatron, receives a nod from the burly youngling, and then brings his people home with a swish and a slight flash*
Fixer: *grumbles and moves to get to her feet*
Jazz: *will duck his head and pray silently for Kriti and her family*
Ratchet: *doing similar to Jazz, but is getting to his feet and going to check on Torque*
Fixer: ...Oh fraggit. *stops in mid stride to scowl distractedly*
Ratchet: *looks over his shoulder from the door* ?
Fixer: Did Bumblebee take that slagging green glitchmouse with her?
Starscream: *hands over mouth* Oh oh...
Ratchet: ... *will check* *soft groan* Torque's got one navy glitchmouse....
Fixer: *shakes her head with a snort as she turns to stride from the room* Well that's going to be exciting.
Ratchet: *sighs and moves to help with the cleanup process*
Jazz: *chortling softly at the idea of what might happen once bittyBee's pet is found, will snag Starscream and move to lead the youngling to the kitchen* C'mon... We gotta figure out what t' do for dinner.
((co-written with random_xtras))