Nexus; Another Random Couch; More Gen, Psych, and Dreadnought fun
Dreadnought: *pauses in wandering through to nuzzle Gen's hand in passing* *the one with no baby in it*
Gen: *skritches*
Caleendi: *squeaks at Dready*
Dreadnought: *stops dead and perks ears toward the squeak*
Cal: *squeaks again*
Dreadnought: *sits up and tilts head quizzically*
Cal: *squeaks and blinks at Dready*
Dreadnought: 0_o *very tentitively sticks his nose over there*
Cal: *reaches up to grab nose*
Dreadnought: 0_0!
Gen: *smiles* Hee
Dreadnought: *few throat clearing sounds as he tries to remember how to talk*
Gen: *skritches, because that seems to help*
Dreadnought: *leans into it with enough purr to rattle shells*
Cal: *squeaks at the vibrations*
Dreadnought: *perks an ear toward her* What is it?
Gen: She's a sparkling.
Dreadnought: ....what?
Psych: A sparkling. An itty-bitty Cybertronian.
Dreadnought: .... what are they for?
Psych: ... You're kidding.
Dreadnought: *silent headshake*
Psych: Oi... Let's see. When a mech and a femme love each other very much...
Dreadnought:.... or can't keep their chestplates shut. I know where new sparks come from
*nope, he still doesn't see a connection*
Gen: Well, the new sparks are the sparklings.
Dreadnought: *stares down at the little thing* But why is it so little?
Gen: Her spark's too weak to survive in a larger shell.
Dreadnought: *trying hard to think that over as he continues to gaze at the bitty thing*
Gen: It needs time to stablize, and until then, she has this as a temporary body
Cal: *reaches up for Dready's nose again*
Dreadnought: Hrrmm. *massive jaws open and gently pick up the tiny mech*
Cal: *squeaks in surprise*
Gen: Cali!
Dreadnought: *lays down and sets the sparkling on his forepaws, then nudges her with infinite carefulness*
Gen: *worry worry worry*
Psych: If you hurt her...
Dreadnought: *doesn't even hear the protective uncle as he gently picks Cali up again and rolls to his side with her tucked under his chin and starts to sing to her softly*
Cal: *squeaks and then sighs* *closes optics*
Dreadnought: ^_^ *more soft rumbling*
Gen: *sloooooooooowly relaxes*
Dreadnought: *peeks at her and then wriggles slightly, inviting her to come and sit and lean against his belly*
Gen: Uh...
Psych: Woah no. No fraggin' way!
Dreadnought: *shuts his optic shutters and continues singing*
Cal: *sighs and snugs*
Dreadnought: *cuter than a giant robokitty has a right to be*
Gen: *finally relaxes and smiles*
Psych: D'aww...
Dreadnought: *cute cute cute cuddly cute*
Psych: XD It's a Kodak moment
Dreadnought: *asleep and still singing and cuddling the bitty* *is glad of the recharge, it's not easy right now*
Psych: Gen, you have your camera on you?
Gen: I think... *checks* No. I left it back...
Dreadnought: *curls around bitty, with his nose tucked*
Gen: *ignores the cute b/c she just realizes she left her camera back at the old universe that collapsed* *fact that 'home' is gone has finally caught up with her*
Dreadnought: *snaps awake, looking for the alarm* 0_0
Psych: Gen... *spark hug*
Gen: *trying not to cry*
Dreadnought: *more 0_0* *picks baby up and comes to see what's wrong, offering her back and making small sounds*
Gen: *not crying not crying not crying not crying*
Dreadnought: *sets baby on a couch and comes back to press against Gen, really concerned now*
Gen: *not crying not crying no- aw screw it* *hugs Dreadnought and cries*
Psych: *not saying anything b/c he knows she needs it*
Dreadnought: *snuggle snuggle purr, nope, not crying too.*
Psych: *won't admit it, but crying as well as spark-hugging*
Dreadnought: *lays down carefully, bringing them down with him, then snuggles in earnest, hiding his face and purring*
Gen: *crying* It's gone... It's all gone... *cries*
Dreadnought: *love love love sympathy* ;_;
Gen: *hugs tighter*
Cal: *is asleep*
Dreadnought: *protectively cuddles Gen close*
Gen: *safe to assume that she's gonna be crying for a good long while*
*and equally safe to assume that the only moving Dreadnought's going to do is to grab baby and add her to the snuggle*
Gen: *slowly stops crying and loosens her grip on Dready*
Dreadnought: *ear twitch?*
*his face can't be seen*
Gen: *pulls away* I-I, uh, sorry...
Dreadnought: Murrrt? *offers baby*
Gen: *takes back Caleendi* *skritches Dready's ears in thanks*
Dreadnought: *rumbles a purr and tilts his head, but the sad has driven him deep into kitty mode*
Gen: *sad smile and more skritches*
Dreadnought: *is happy with skritches, though still worried about her*
Gen: *just skritches until Dreadnought can process again*
Dreadnought: *which might take a little while, since he's feeling deeply concerned*
Gen: *skritch skritch skritch*
Cal: *shifts in her sleep*
Dreadnought: *head goes up slightly* Is she alright?
Gen: *nods* she's just sleeping. I think she might be dreaming
Dreadnought: *protective look to the teeny thing, then puts his head down again* Are you alright?
Gen: *sighs* I-I think so. I will be.
Psych: I'm just fine, too.
Psych: Thanks for askin
Dreadnought: I know you are. *snort* *looks up at Gen again with concern*
Psych: Feelin' the love, here.
Gen: *small smile*
Dreadnought: *confused. Since when does a mech need anyone to worry about him?*
Psych: I mean, come on! How come I never get the hugs?
Dreadnought: .....0_o
Gen: *slight laugh*
Psych: *mission accomplished*
Dreadnought: *confused kitty, yo*
*confused kitty gets skritches*
Dreadnought: What is he talking about?
Gen: *is now also confused* What do you mean?
Dreadnought: Since when do guys want hugs?.... guys that aren't cats
Dreadnought: >_>
Psych: Since when are guys not allowed to want hugs? *slight sneer* Guys that aren't cats, that is.
Dreadnought: .... I've never seen one do it
Gen: That doesn't mean they can't
Dreadnought: Oh
*resumes purring*
Psych: Why'd you ask? Worried about feeling huggy~?
Dreadnought: *shrug*
Psych: You were, weren't you? XD
Dreadnought: *thinks about it honestly* No
Gen: *hmms and moar skritches*
Dreadnought: Even the Autobots punch each other in the head instead.....
*yup, he's trying his best to think it over*
Psych: What Autobots are you watchin?
Dreadnought: Ratchet, Ironhide, Jazz, Bluestreak, Prowl, .... and the others
*he can't remember all the names*
Psych: Those guys? Of course they hug!
*is totally messing with Dread now*
Dreadnought: I haven't seen it. Bumblebee does... did. But she wasn't a mech, no matter what she said
Psych: Psh. That's 'cause you weren't there Saturday nights. Lots of hugging then
Dreadnought: Is he glitched?
Gen: Probably.
Psych: Hey!
Gen: ^-^
Dreadnought: *rumbles and accepts that explanation*
Psych: What, you're not even going to debate that?
Dreadnought: You sound glitched to me
Psych: Yeesh. Guy tries to lighten the mood, and all of a sudden he has a glitched processor
Dreadnought: *sudden random kitty sneeze* 0_0
Cal: *squeaks awake*
Dreadnought: *more sneezes, accompanied by the darndest expressions*
Cal: *makes an :O face at Dready's expressions*
Dreadnought: *pawing at his nose* *kitty sneezes are the funniest squeaks*
Cal: *reaches up to grab what's making those noises*
Dreadnought: *gentle paw on her to keep her from getting hurt* *going slightly crosseyed*
Gen: Are you all right?
Dreadnought: *finally scrubs nose vigorously on the floor* >_< yeah
Gen: You sure?
Dreadnought: I think it was a dandelion thing
Gen: Really? I didn't know they could make a Cybertronian sneeze.
Dreadnought: Try getting one stuck in your olfactory unit*
Psych: Or not and we just take your word for it.
Dreadnought: if you ever get a body I'm kicking your skidplate
*he has no idea there's a line up*
Gen: You'll have to get in line.
Dreadnought: .... you're kidding
Psych: Nope! *almost sounds like he's proud of the fact*
Dreadnought: .... get a big shell
Gen: *snerks!*
Dreadnought: ... you don't even know how to fight, do you?
Psych: No, but Sam did show me how to flip the bird
Dreadnought: *takes a moment to remember the term, and then makes a funny rumble*
Dreadnought: That will just get you slagged if you use it without being able to back it
Psych: Well, he who flips and runs away
Dreadnought: You'd have to run fast
Psych: That's when you transform and drive
Dreadnought: You have a lot to learn
Psych: After living in a femme's head? What more's there left to learn?
Dreadnought: Gen doesn't fight
Psych: No, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have a few tricks up her sleeves
Dreadnought: *looks at her with quizzical optics*
Gen: *light blush* Eh heh. Flash grenades.
Dreadnought: *remembers!* *chuckles* oh yeah
Psych: How'd you block that, anyways?
Dreadnought: Dropped my visor over my optics
Psych: But what's so special about the visor?
Dreadnought: *just purrs*
Psych: Aw, come on!
Dreadnought: A soldier doesn't expound on his strengths.
Psych: Ah, but you're a big kitty-cat right now
Dreadnought: *sigh and his optics go distant*
Gen: 'Aaand wrong thing to say there, Psych'
Psych: ::Heh. Oops?::
Gen: *shakes head slightly, sighs, skritches*
Dreadnought: *silent for some time, but then shifts slightly and mutters*
Cal: *squeaks and reaches for the funny noise again*
Dreadnought: *nuzzles her*
Cal: *grabs nostrils*
Dreadnought: *whoops! Sneeze!*
Cal: *surprised squeak*
Dreadnought: *cross eyed again* I never did that
Gen: Hm?
Dreadnought: She acts more like me now than how I did when I was newly made.
Gen: She's... different
Dreadnought: *quizzical look*
Gen: We're not sure, but we think her spark wasn't fully formed when her Creators decided they didn't want her. She appeared like this in the Nexus all alone
Dreadnought: 0_o
Psych: Yeah
Dreadnought: Can't she be programmed?
Gen: *shakes her head* Not without risking hurting her
Dreadnought: *rumbles*
Gen: Maybe once her spark gets strong enough to where we can move it to another body
Dreadnought: *looks at her, and then nuzzles the bitty again*
Cal: *makes for Dready's nostrils again*
Dreadnought: *blows on her*
Cal: *blinks and stops her hands; that's different*
Dreadnought: *gently nibbles tiny hand*
Cal: *grabs his lip; what's that?*
Dreadnought: *wiggles lip*
Cal: *blinks; it moves?*
Dreadnought: *quirks a brow plate at Gen as he wriggles his lip again*
Cal: *amused squeak; this is fun!*
Gen: *amused smile*
Dreadnought: *very pleased with the reaction and continues the game a little more*
Cal: ^-^ *more happy squeaks* *claps hands*
Dreadnought: *tries nibbling the little feet this time instead*
Cal: *surprised squeak, and squirming; what the?*
Dreadnought: *Draws back with surprise. That didn't seem to be good*
Cal: *tilts head to side and blinks up at Dready*
Dreadnought: Murr?
Cal: *squeak?*
Psych: Question mark?
Dreadnought: *not mean growl?*
Cal: *makes a face and starts fussing*
Dreadnought: *kissy kissy*
Cal: *squirms and fusses more*
Gen: Oh. I think it's to feed her.
Dreadnought: Oh. *sits up on his haunches to look at them*
Gen: *stands* I need to get back to base for that. But... thanks.
Dreadnought: *quizzical earperk, he's already forgetting how to talk again* *but then he nuzzles her gently and turns to head toward his own home*
Gen: *PINs out*