mbv. Virginia Tech and the /Ark/ Base. Mystery Solved?
Rachel: *has come to join Mia, Kia, and Sky in the VTech library to help Kia organize the first of her Breast Cancer Awareness fund raising tea parties* I dunno, Kia. Tea?
Mia: Yeah... Wah not shoot'n stuff? *soooo bored right now, is trying to get someone to twitch*
Sky: *kicks Mia under the table* Kia doesn't shoot things, scrap brain.
Kia: *looks dismayed* But a time of congenial conversation and food consumption is so pleasant...
Mia: No 'fense, Kia, but sitt'n prim 'n propah ain't 'zactleh mah th'ng...
Kia: But it would not be 'prim and proper' at all, Mia. *earnest in her gentle protest*
Sky: *looks up as a shadow falls over her doodled on idea sheet* Hey, Sammy, what're you doing here?
Rachel: *looks up too*
Samuel: Sky, Sky. I need a lady for my picture, and it has to be you, because I need to touch your ladies!
Sky: *brows lift as Rachel snerks and Kia blushes* What kind of pictures are you making?
Samuel: Stuff for Breast Cancer Awareness Month. *pleading look*
Sky: ...Alright. *gets up cautiously*
Rachel: Samuel, what rating is this picture going to have?
Kia: *so blushing now* Oh dear...
Samuel: *as Mia starts snickering* We're gonna both be fully clothed, Rachel. It'd be safe enough for Kia to put in her classroom.
Mia: ... Th't don' say wh't rat'n 't 's....
Samuel: It'd be rated 'E' for everyone....
Rachel: *quiet snerk at this proof that he does indeed listen to his brother* Okay, whatever. Get lost and let us plan.
Samuel: *big grin, reaches for Sky's hand so he can lead her to where the picture is being taken*
Sky: *waves as she's led off, her long hair swinging softly*
Rachel: *glances at her watch* Let me think on it, Kia. I don't want to be away from the infirmary for too long right now.
Kia: Very well. Thank you, Rachel. *looks a little crestfallen*
Mia: *leans to gently patpat Kia's shoulder* Chin up. Ah'm sure stuff'll work out.
Kia: *wan smile* Thank you, Mia. Do you have to go?
Rachel: *feels a bit bad for the gentle scientist as she heads toward the student photo lab to see just what the heck Samuel's up to* See you, Patty!
Patrick: *leans out of his office just a bit* Thrrrrpt.
Rachel: *still chuckling as she peeks into the room where Samuel and Sky are*
Samuel: *wasn't kidding when he said he and Sky would be fully clothed for the picture. Is standing behind his wife with his chin on her shoulder, and his hands over her chest in a protective manner. His expression is serious and also protective, as are his eyes.... until just after the camera's flash goes off*
Sky: *elbows him sharply, snerking*
Samuel: *'oof's softly*
Rachel: *comes in after the photographer indicates he's got a good shot, her eyes drawn to the massive pink ribbon wall decal* So that's what that sheet of pink cling was for.
Samuel: *sheepish grin* Yeah.....
photographer: *over at the computer that's at one side of the room now, working quickly. Looks over his shoulder* What do you think of this? *points to the screen*
Sky: *will slip free of husband and go to look*
Samuel: *will scoot over to have a look as well*
Rachel: *studies the image, now embellished with the transcription 'Save the Ladies', and d'awws softly* That is nice, Sammy.
Samuel: *quietly* Think it's good enough to use as a fundraiser item?
Rachel: *thinks about it, her eyes unconsciously resting on those of Samuel's image, then nods* I think there'll be people who'll buy it.
photographer: I want a copy. I mean, Sunstreaker cuddling Skywarp? #$#@$@# yes.
Sky: *eye roll and glance at mate*
Samuel: *small, pleased grin* I bet we'd get a pretty good donation to send in for research funding....
Rachel: Yeah. I think so. *grin, her blue eyes showing her affection for the frontliner as she sees him contentedly plotting the next move in his chosen battlefield* Do you know about the places online that you can sell it?
Sky: His brother lives on the slaggin' computer. Of course he knows about 'em.
Samuel: *quietly* Poster Planet'd sell 'em.... So would Etsy, Ebay, 'n Artfire.....
Rachel: *slight thrrpt for Ebay and Artfire* What's Poster Planet?
Samuel: It's a site that makes posters from photos that the users of the site upload.... and it sells those posters....
Rachel: So something like Blogslurp for posters?
Samuel: .... *googling, and then he's nodding*
Rachel: Cool. Looks like you've done your homework.
Sky: *looks around* Sean's appointment's up.
Rachel: Appointment? *brow quirk*
Sky: Yeah, to see the Dean and find out if he's still allowed to go to school here.
photographer: *scowl* They boot him and I quit.
Samuel: *slight grin for the photographer*
photographer: *as he sends the files for the poster to Samuel's email address* Are you going with Sean too?
Samuel: *nods, expression going serious at once* What kind of dad would I be if I wasn't there for my kid?
Sky: *slight quirk of a grin* Just keep it down, okay?
Samuel: *gonna sulk just a bit now*
Sky: *softly, as she leans over and puts her cheek to his* You are such a dork sometimes. I was joking.
Samuel: *nuzzle* *quietly* Let's go....
Sky: *takes his hand* See you, Rachel. See you, Antoine.
photographer: *absent and cheery wave as he derps around with the computer*
Rachel: Bye, guys. Be good. *grin*
Samuel: *and there's the brat grin that he's so well known for* For what?
Rachel: *grin turns into a snerk as Sky pokes him in the ribs*
Samuel: Ack!
Rachel: *laughs and heads out to drive back to the base* //Talk to me, Russ. Have you heard anything from our patients?//
Russell: //Denver's alternate hasn't said much to me... But she's started attempting to talk to Raoul... As for Cliffjumper... He hasn't woken up yet.... But there is processor activity, and it's getting stronger. He could wake up any day now...//
Rachel: //D'aww. I wonder what it is about Raoul that's made her trust him more than everyone else that's seen her? Oh yeah, is Hope being good?//
Russell: //Hope is being very good, even if little Denver's a bit unsure about holding her at the moment....// *shares a feed of what's going on in the infirmary* //I almost wonder if Raoul's appearance has something to do with that trust....//
Rachel: *as she hops into the little blue car and absently cuddles a Moofie for a moment before starting the engine* //What do you mean, sport?//
Russell: //Regardless of his true heritage, he almost looks like a Native American.... From what you and Patrick have told me, little Denver's home would have been in tribal lands, and it's possible her only contact with people outside of her family was with the natives....//
Rachel: //...So she's never seen such a bunch of pale faces as you and me.//
Russell: //It's a possibility....//
Rachel: //Hmmm. Moofie, don't press the horn, sweetheart.// *pulls out of the parking lot and heads for home*
Little Denver's room in the Ark infirmary
little Denver: *trying to make sense of the native boy's words, is having a hard time of it* *softly and slowly, in French* #I... do not... understand...#
Raoul: *frowns slightly, then gives his French phrase book a dirty look before tossing it aside. Think think think. Perk* Bannock?
little Denver: *blink blink, small, hopeful grin*
Raoul: *pat pats her foot, then clicks at Hope as he gets to his feet*
Hope: *looks up from where she's playing with some pretty glass beads and smiles at him in her quiet sweet way*
Raoul: *grins, and then shows little Denver two fingers. He'll be back in a couple minutes*
little Denver: *small nod, understands*
Raoul: *out he goes, pauses to talk to Russell* I'm gonna get her some bannock and honey. I'll be back pretty soon.
Russell: Alright.... I'll keep an optic on things here.... *though he won't set foot in the room, since his appearance seems to distress the little girl*
Raoul: *nods and goes*
back in the room
Hope: *offers little Denver a pretty green bead*
little Denver: *blinks a bit as she reaches for the bead, then her eyes are widening as she remembers the little gift her mother sewed into her dress. Will patpat the spot over her heart and go pale when she realizes she's not wearing her dress any longer*
Hope: *pokes among the beads, and then offers another green one*
little Denver: *small headshake* #No.... I... I have to f-find....# *starting to shake a bit with fright at the thought that she could have lost the gift*
Hope: *blinks, and then sends a worried ping to Unca Russ*
Russell: *gentle response, then his footsteps can be heard coming down the hall*
little Denver: *shaking even worse now, suspects that somehow, she managed to lose the gift her mother left her, though she doesn't know where she could have lost it* *flinches as the monitors begin reacting to her fright*
Hope: *pat pats her with little fat hand, and then snuggles, sending beads all through the bed*
Russell: *hurrying in when he hears the monitors, will scan little Denver and try to calm her down*
little Denver: *even more frightened than before, has reached her limit. Will begin crying quietly, which results in Russell taking several steps back*
Hope: *snuggle love love love! Pat pat*
Russell: *gentle, soothing clicks, is trying to make sense of little Denver's upset speaking and only getting one word in ten*
Hope: *speaks!* #Bead make sad.#
little Denver: *so surprised to hear Hope speak that she forgets that she was crying* *quietly* #M-Mother's g-gift.... It's gone.....#
Hope: *worried worried bitty! Looks at Unca*
Russell: *gently, after he finishes pestering Patrick for a language pack* #Where was it the last time you saw it?#
little Denver: *ducking her head a bit* *mumble* #M-Mother sewed it i-into m-my dress....#
Hope: *soft bweee*
Russell: ... #Pardon me for a moment...# *will go see where the threadbare dress was put* *over comms to Bea* //Where did we put the dress little Denver was wearing when she was brought here?//
Bea: //It's in a bag in the storeroom.// *sheepish* //I automatically kept it as evidence.//
Russell: //There's something sewn into it somewhere that little Denver's quite concerned about...// *heading to the storeroom now*
Bea: //Oh oh. Well, I didn't take anything off of it. It's not even washed.//
Russell: //I'll worry about that later...// *searching through the store room now, and absently humming something that Serenity's singing*
white cloth bag: *sitting on the counter behind you, Russ. By the door. Smell it?*
Russell: *turns around and opens the bag carefully. Will scan the contents* *softly, as he notices the secret pocket in the dress, and the contents of the pocket* //Found something...// *will carefully cut a slit in the pocket and extract a string of beautifully molded black rose beads with a little ivory pendant*
Bea: //Oh good.//
Russell: //It's some kind of necklace.... The pendant's got a family crest on it, looks like...// *will tuck the threadbare dress back into the bag and head out of the storeroom with the beads*
Raoul: *coming into the hall at the other end as Russ comes out of the storeroom*
Russell: *slight frown as he studies the family crest on the pendant, is trying to find a match online*
Raoul: *glances at him, and then slips into little Denver's room* Okay, bannock... Hey. *worried frown*
little Denver: *wibble*
Raoul: *hurries over, setting aside the plate with fresh bannock covered in honey* Hey. *reaches gently for her hand* Denver?
little Denver: *slight start at the 'native' boy knowing her name* *more wibble, then she's ducking her head a bit*
Russell: *found a match for the family crest, is quite surprised, though he'll bring the beads and pendant into the room and move to gently set them on little Denver's lap*
Raoul: *looks at the necklace with a quizzical frown*
Hope: *pointing to the necklace* #Bead. Bead.#
little Denver: *hesitantly reaching for the beads, and then she's moving to hold them close to her heart*
Raoul: #It's good? It's good?# *about the only French he's picked up, and it's Jean's French*
little Denver: *quietly* #M-Mother... gave this to me....S-Said it was p-proof of where I came from...#
Raoul: *quick glance to Russell, hoping for a translation*
Russell: *softly* Her mother gave her those beads.... The pendant's got the Lamont family crest on it....
Raoul: *brows twitch, but then he turns and gently touches the shoulder of the little girl on the bed. Quietly and soothingly* #It's good.#
Hope: *snuggie little Denver*
little Denver: *small nod of agreement*
Raoul: *looks at Russell and digs out another French word* #Thank you.#
Russell: *small smile as little Denver echos Raoul's thanks* *to both* #You're welcome.#
Raoul: *cracks a grin, and then picks up the plate and shows it to little Denver*
little Denver: *expression brightening* Bannock...
Raoul: Yup. Bannock. *points to it, then to the sweetness melting off it* Honey.
little Denver: *blink blink* *slowly* Honey...? *it looks like the stuff that comes from beehives....*
Raoul: *nod nod* Honey. *points to the plate* Dish.
little Denver: Dish..... *points at the honey* Honey.... *points at the bannock* Bannock...
Raoul: *grins* Yup. *points to Hope* Baby.
little Denver: Baby....
Raoul: *another grin, and then carefully raises the head of her bed and offers her the bannock and honey*
little Denver: *so surprised at the raising of the head of her bed* 0_0
Raoul: #It's good.# *reassuring grin*
Hope: *introduces a little finger to the honey*
little Denver: *still a bit uneasy about it*
Russell: *gently* #Everything is alright.#
Raoul: *and now his dark eyes are sparkling with a bit of mischief as he breaks off a little bit of the tender bannock and pokes it at little Denver's mouth* Om nom nom!
little Denver: *surprised sound as the bit of bannock is poked at her mouth*
Raoul: *opens his mouth, urging her to do the same*
Hope: *is laying back and contentedly sucking on her finger as she watches the bigger kids*
little Denver: *opens her mouth, though there's a bit of stubbornness in her eyes as she tries to reach for the bannock*
Raoul: *immediately changes the direction of the morsel from her mouth to her hand* *grins his easy-going grin*
little Denver: *going to take small, neat bites of the bannock, chewing carefully and swallowing what's in her mouth before taking another bite. Even with as hungry as she is, she'll still mind her manners*
Raoul: *proud grin as he settles on the high stool by her bed* Yeah, that's right.
Rachel: *shoulders Russell aside slightly so she can peek past him*
Russell: *surprised expression is a go*
little Denver: *once she's finished eating the bit of bannock that's in her hand, she'll eye the rest of it and hesitantly reach for the plate*
Raoul: *holds it over where she can reach it, and offers her the knife that lays on it*
Rachel: *softly* //D'awww.//
little Denver: *surprised expression is a go*
Russell: *softly* //She had a necklace sewn into the inside of her dress.... It's got the Lamont family crest on it....// *very slight frown as he watches little Denver's hesitation*
little Denver: *hesitates for a few moments more before she's reaching to carefully cut the bannock up into equal-ish portions. Intends to share with Hope, Raoul, and the two pale-skinned adults, since she's not sure whether there's enough food for everyone*
Rachel: *quietly, as she watches the kids* //Something to remind her of her first home.//
Russell: *very slight nod* //... She's going to need suppliments... I've never seen a human this malnourished...//
Rachel: //They didn't know a lot about what was good for you back then. Hmmm. Who's in the kitchen today?//
Russell: //It's not just that.... I almost wonder if she and her family weren't well-off..... As for who's in the kitchen today.... I think it's Melissa.... I'll go check...// *moves to do so*
Rachel: *quirks a brow at him* //Russ, look at what she was wearing when she came. How can you wonder? And... yup, it's Melissa. Ask her for some soup?//
Russell: //Will do....//
little Denver: *and now she's a bit confused. She knows she saw two adults just now.....*
Raoul: *follows her gaze, then looks back at her questioningly*
little Denver: *quietly* #Where...?#
Rachel: *gently, from the door* #Where what, little one?#
little Denver: *slight start, looks to Rachel* #Th-there was... another....#
Rachel: *kind smile* #Dr. Anderson went to get some soup for you to eat.#
little Denver: .... *puzzling over this now*
Rachel: *softly* #May I come in and sit with you?#
little Denver: *small nod, will try poking a bit of bannock at Hope's mouth now*
Hope: *smack smacks happily, her little hand coming up to see if she's allowed to hold the nom*
Rachel: *pulls the rocking chair up next to Raoul's stool as she watches the little girl interact with her sparklet*
little Denver: *lets Hope hold the nom, a bit of a smile coming to her face as she notices again how healthy the little one is*
Hope: *more little lip smacks as she sucks on the treat and enjoys it thoroughly*
Rachel: *chuckles, then looks at little Denver* #Do you want to ask questions, little one?#
little Denver: *bites her lower lip a bit and nods*
Rachel: #Will you ask them? I'll try to answer for you.#
Raoul: *gentle poke for Hope's nom and a grin as the baby chuckles at him*
little Denver: *quietly and hesitantly* #Where am I?#
Rachel: *softly* #In a world... that is very different from the one you came from.#
little Denver: ..... *looks up, disbelief clear on her face*
Rachel: *sympathy and affection in her expression, also reassurance* #I don't know how, but you traveled through time, and also across other... things.#
little Denver: ... #Other.... things?#
Rachel: *nods, frowning slightly as she tries to think of a way to explain* #Have you ever looked into a mirror?#
little Denver: *small nod*
Rachel: #And you saw how the world looked different in it?#
little Denver: *small nod*
Rachel: #Well... I suppose the best way to explain those things, would be to say that you could pretend you'd stepped through the mirror.#
little Denver: *quiet as she thinks about this, a bit of a worry line coming to her brow* *quieter* #And Papa?#
Rachel: *softly* #I don't know. I'm sorry, little one.#
little Denver: *softly* #Oh...# *bites her lower lip*
Rachel: #Was he with you when you were hurt?#
little Denver: *hunkering down just a bit* *quietly* #He put me in my bed.... And...# *bites her lower lip again* #He didn't know what else to do.... Mama is dead... I couldn't help....There was no food....#
Rachel: *leaning forward with concern* #What do you mean? What happened?#
Raoul: *frowning as his eyes go from Rachel to the little girl*
little Denver: *hunkering down even more* #He... did what he had to....# *half-expects to be punished for saying bad things about her father*
Rachel: *gentle hand touches that thin young face* #Denver? Please tell me?#
little Denver: *quietly, shutting her eyes* #He sh-shot me....# *bracing for a slap or a smack*
Rachel: *moves from the rocking chair to the side of the bed, and then gathers little Denver into her arms*
Raoul: *concerned frown*
Hope: *pat pat little Denver... and get her sticky*
little Denver: *biting her lower lip and hesitantly peeking. No punishment has come, so maybe she did what good little girls are supposed to do?*
Rachel: *gentle cuddles for the little girl, and a reassuring smile as her brows quirk quizzically*
little Denver: *slight wibble, will hide her face against the nice lady*
Russell: *back with soup, also has a Missy on his hip and a Meryl on his back*
Rachel: *rocking little Denver and crooning softly* #It's alright. You're a good girl. Shhhh, baby.#
Missy: *soft huff when she sees what Mama's doing, then leans forward. Wants to help*
Meryl: *oh, someone has a big sad? Will clickstorm and reach for the snuggles!*
Russell: *soft clicks, will bring both girls over to Rachel and little Denver*
little Denver: *eyes tightly shut as she quietly weeps and holds her necklace close to her heart*
Rachel: *reaches to take Missy, and then tucks the little red-head in next to little Denver* Careful, she's hurt.
Missy: *huffs at Mama, then snuggles and clicks softly*
Hope: *clicks are okay? Makes a few little ones. The ones for 'friend'*
little Denver: *has managed to give herself hiccups*
Russell: *will set the soup bowl on the portable table for now, and repeat Rachel's words as he gently tucks Meryl in with Missy, Hope, and little Denver*
Meryl: *oooh, person has a sad AND an ow....* *gentle kissies*
Rachel: *rocks the little girls, humming softly and soothingly* #Shhh, Denver. It's alright. I have you. You're safe.#
little Denver: *soon wears herself out, will rest her head on Rachel's shoulder and take somewhat deep breaths. Still feels a bit of a sting if she breathes too deeply*
Rachel: *kisses her gently on the hair, and then offers her a spoonful of good smelling miso soup*
Missy: *watching that spoon with a bit of a grin and wondering whose turn it is for the next spoonful*
little Denver: *opens her mouth obediently* *learned never to turn her nose up at food*
Rachel: *feeds her carefully, and then pauses to see what she thinks of the broth*
Hope: *has her finger in the soup bowl*
Raoul: *chuckling as he tries to keep little fingers out of the soup bowl*
little Denver: *surprised by the different flavor, and curious as well*
Meryl: *gentle snuggle* Om nom nom.
Rachel: *grins and gives Meryl the next spoonful, holding it carefully for the bright-eyed toddler*
Meryl: *happy sounds as she noms good broth*
little Denver: *very slight quirk of an all-too-familiar grin as she watches that happy nomming*
Rachel: *next spoonful for Missy, since Hope has gotten another piece of bannock and is content with it*
Missy: *sighs and drinks, then grins at little Denver*
little Denver: *more little grin for Missy*
Russell: *as he watches Rachel feed the girls* //So are you going to keep her, or are you going to introduce her to the rest of Raoul's family?//
Rachel: //Right now I'm going to feed her. I just called Hattie and asked if she could come.// *next spoonful for little Denver*
Russell: *small nod as little Denver carefully drinks* //No doubt with Fern on her hip....//
Rachel: *chuckles* //Unless one of her sisters got away with Fern again.//
Russell: *soft 'heh'* //They're almost as bad as the Seekers...//
little Denver: *wonders to herself what's so funny, even as she blinks back sleepiness*
Rachel: //They're sisters. Just as close as any set of build sisters I've ever seen.// *soft clicks to little Denver as she feeds Meryl*
Meryl: *noms and then snuggles little Denver once noms are gone*
Russell: //Indeed.... It's still just as amusing to watch them interacting with one another as it is to watch Sky and her sisters....// *will carefully fluff little Denver's pillows*
little Denver: *sleepy curiosity as she watches Russell fluff the pillows*
Rachel: *soft laugh as she feeds Missy. Then looks down at little Denver* #Do you want more, little one?#
little Denver: *sleepy consideration, small headshake*
Rachel: *slight smile* #Would you like to help me feed the little ones? This is Meryl, she's one of Dr. Anderson's little girls. And these are Missy and Hope, my babies.#
Missy: *looks up when she hears her name and quirks a grin just like her Mama's*
Hope: *quirks one little invisible eyebrow and continues nomming bannock*
little Denver: *small nod, will do her best to help* *wants to do her part, even if she's starting to nod off just a bit*
Hattie: *can be heard talking quietly as she enters the main part of the infirmary*
Rachel: *looks up, then back down to the child in her arms* #Denver, do you remember what I said about this being a world like the one through the mirror?#
little Denver: *sleepy nod*
Rachel: *softly* #Well, there are members of your family here, too. Though they're different than they are in your world.#
little Denver: .... *small frown as she wonders about who might be here*
Hattie: *peeks into the room* *blinks a bit as she sees the skinny little child in Rachel's arms* *comes in*
Miranda Fern: *headtilty as she sees the person gettin' cuddles*
Rachel: *gently, as she shifts little Denver slightly* #Denver, this is Mrs. Hyacinth Lamont.#
little Denver: *a little wary now. Never got to meet her grandmother, though she remembers her own mother speaking fondly of the woman...*
Missy: *meanwhile giving Miranda Fern a little wave*
Miranda Fern: *waves to Missy*
Hattie: *moves to stand next to the bed* *gently* 'Lo....
Rachel: *trying to acquire that bitty too...* She only speaks an old fashioned form of French, a Scotch Gaelic just as old, and some Huron.
Raoul: And a few English words. *has a Hope*
Miranda Fern: *oh, is snuggles with Aunty time? Will jump over to Rachel and snuggle*
Hattie: *slight frown* 'N mah French ain't fit f'r p'laht comp'neh.....
Rachel: I can translate, if you want. *has babbies. Smug woman!*
Hattie: Th't mahght be best.... Aftah she's 'ad a nap....
little Denver: *resting her head on Rachel's shoulder again*
Rachel: *cuddles the little girl* I guess we better let her do that before she visits with you. *glances at the bed and calculates space for one Rachel, and five little ones*
Hattie: *slight frown as she realizes there might not be enough room on the bed for everyone....* *lightbulb moment* Lemme git s'me 'f th' mats....
Russell: *very soft chuckle as he moves to help with that, since he has a hunch as to why Hattie just said what she did*
Miranda Fern: *clicks happily*
Raoul: *sets Hope down and goes to help as well*
Hope: *drinks the rest of the soup*
Rachel: Ack... you little stinker.
Miranda Fern: *clicks at Hope. Saw what you did there....*
little Denver: *sleepy little sound, gonna snuggle*
Hope: *smiles at Miranda Fern and offers her the last, slightly squished, piece of bannock and honey*
Miranda Fern: *nom!*
Missy: *amused little huff as she plays with Meryl's hair and cuddles*
Meryl: *happy little sound, snuggles Missy and the other person*
Raoul: *in with the first mat and unrolls it on the open place on the floor after shoving the second bed against the far wall*
Russell: *bringing a second and third mat in, will get them positioned before moving to unroll them as well*
Hattie: *bringing pillows and blankets then*
Raoul: *goes to get stuff from Hattie* Here, Abuela, let me get that.
Hattie: *will transfer the pillows and blankets over to Raoul* Th'nk th's'll be 'nough?
Meryl: *sees blankets and pillows, excited clickstorm!*
Raoul: Sure. *easy grin as he turns to bring the covers and pillows to the bed, is soon arranging them comfortably, but then stops and frowns thoughtfully toward the group on the bed. Considers the little pocket doll that Hope wears in a small purse, and the braided doll of soft green chenille yarn that he made for Meryl to keep her from running away with the grannies' knitting yarn and that the sparklet has never put down since* 'Scuse me. *heads out of the room at a run*
Rachel: *looks after him, and then looks at the mats* All ready?
Hattie: *nods* Sh'ld be.... *chuckle*
Rachel: Gimme a hand with these guys? *gentle look for the sparklets leaning against her all around*
Hattie: *more chuckle as she and Russell move to help Rachel with the kids*
Missy: *huffs at them cheerfully from the shelter of Mama and Denver's arms*
Hope: *smiles and holds up sticky little hands*
Russell: *clicks softly, a small smile on his face as he realizes that little Denver is already asleep*
Rachel: *carries Missy and the sleeper over to the mats, chuckling as she feels determined little Meryl hands clinging to her shoulders*
Hattie: *will bring Miranda Fern over, while Russell carries Hope*
Rachel: *snuggles down on the far side of the mats, making sure not to jostle little Denver as she does*
Hattie: *will tuck her daughter in and chuckle softly as the sparklet yawns before getting comfortable*
Russell: *using wet wipes to clean Hope up so she's not sticky*
Hope: *trying to help Unca Russ, and also offering him the hands and face of her tiny little rag doll*
Russell: *clicking softly as he carefully cleans Hope's little rag doll*
Raoul: *back, a big soft knitted doll in his arms* Abuela, I ganked something from your place.
Hattie: *looks up from making sure blankets are situated properly, and then she's chuckling*
Raoul: *grins his unrepentant grin at Hattie, and then kneels carefully beside her and tucks that doll into little Denver's arms*
Rachel: *chuckles and clicks softly as she makes room for him to do it, but she's careful to not let the sleeping child think she's being set down*
little Denver: *very soft sigh as she snuggles the doll*
Miranda Fern: *beeeeg yawn, snuggle, splatsleep*
Hattie: *will move to get situated alongside the kids*
Russell: *moves to tuck Hope in with Missy, Rachel, and little Denver*
Meryl: *happy little clicks as she sleeps*
Rachel: *quiet chuckle as she feels Raoul situate himself at the foot of the big bed after making sure that she, Hattie, and all the little ones are covered*
Hope: *regarding the world with peaceful satisfaction*
Missy: *bitty snores*
Russell: *will dim the lights to a comfortable level, and then head back out to the main part of the infirmary* *over comms* //Should I start ordering her some clothes?//
Rachel: *snort* Does Russ need to order little Denver clothes, Hattie?
Hattie: *snerk* *pokes herself in the ear* As 'f.
Russell: //... Thrrpt.//
Rachel: *snorting giggles* //We love you too, Red.//
Russell: //Should I bring Wheeljack in to snuggle with you as well, or will he be alright in his bed?//
Rachel: //He's busy building an empire in Minecraft. And knitting Autobots. Let him play.//
Russell: *snerk* //Should I get him more yarn then?//
Rachel: //Sean gave him a crate big enough for Sandy to hide in.//
Russell: //I hope things work out for Sean...//
Rachel: //If the Dean acts like an aft he'll only have himself to blame for not having an ET student when the Dean at Beau's school gets his boasting spread out enough for him to hear it.// *pauses and pulls out her cellphone, then hooks her link wire to it* //What do you want, Ratchet? I'm napping with babies.//
Russell: //That, and how many students would up and leave?//
hsvRatchet: //Shockwave asked me to inform you that he has the repair bay at the Destron base up and running. Any time you're ready to send the shell, he'll be ready to repair it.//
Rachel: //Oh no. I'm not sending it. I'm bringing it. Did you look at those videos I got you in the Nexus?//
hsvRatchet: //I did....// *sounds so amused* //The rest of the Cybertronians on Earth are amused, unsure, or slightly offended by them....//
Rachel: *laughs over the line* //Sorry, Red. I heard you. Can you hear us? And, Ratchet, do you want to see the kind of cartoon that comes out in a reality that actually has Cybertronians? Though most people don't know it yet...//
Russell: //I can hear you just fine, Rachel.//
hsvRatchet: //I wouldn't mind seeing it, Rachel.//
Rachel: *will legally buy the gift form of the files for 'Lil' Shifters' and then send them to her alter brother*
hsvRatchet: //... *soft snerk* Oh, I have to share this with Ironhide.... Both of them, in fact....//
Rachel: *more chuckle* //It's silly, but it's not a bad story. I'll see about sending you some 'Shifters' comic books some time. They're our main Transformers media//
hsvRatchet: //I think those would be appreciated...// *dirty rotten chuckle, just sent the videos to Optimus*
Rachel: //...Do I want to know what you're laughing about?//
hsvRatchet: //Just sharing the videos with Optimus...//
Rachel: *soft laugh* //So nobody's cartoon or comicked you guys?//
hsvRatchet: *will send Rachel a file* //Yes, and I am honestly ashamed of how out-of-character they had us act.//
Rachel: *curiously looks at the first episode of 'Cyber Files' and then fights hard not to wake any of the children up with the snicker fit that she transmits across the channel to her brother. Shares the episodes with Russell*
Russell: //....// *just closed his line with a click, and muted his vocalizer to keep from busting up laughing*
hsvRatchet: //I'm glad SOMEONE finds it so amusing....// *would be giving you that Look he's so good at if he were there, Rachel* //How is Wheeljack, by the way?//
Rachel: *sends him an image file of husband with datapad on lap and needles and yarn in hand* //Not yet.// *also sending the file of episodes to Hattie's cellphone*
hsvRatchet: //Alright.... Is there anything else you'd want to see while you and your Optimus are in this reality?//
Rachel: //Not that I can think of right now, sport.// *tries hard and fails not to transmit a yawn*
hsvRatchet: *chuckles* //Get some rest...//
Rachel: //I'm in a sparklet and child heap.// *amused, and then another yawn* //Thanks for calling, buddy. Rachel out.// *closes the line and unhooks from her phone, then lifts her head slightly to check the others on the mats. Settles back on her pillow, murmurs to little Denver, then gently kicks Raoul where he's laying down by her and Hattie's feet before shutting her eyes and drifting off to sleep*
((written with random_xtras))