Nexus. Hormah's sanctuary. Family time.

[random_xtras]

Dinobaby: *sits up a couple days after Rattrap and Spazz finished the quest, yawns hugely, and looks around before looking down at the two bots he's sitting on*

Nightwish: *watching the Chibi as she lays with her wings and arms around Rattrap. She'd been cuddling the little guy too, but he's a restless sleeper and crawled free*

Dinobaby: *growls at her, and then whaps Rattrap in the head with Small Cheetor*

Nightwish: *soft sound of amusement as the berth collapses*

Rattrap: *shrieks, not only in response to being whapped, but from the sinking feeling caused by the berth falling away beneath him.*

Dinobaby: *laughs his pointy little skidplate off, flailing gleefully* Stinky Vermin!

Nightwish: *lets Rattrap out of her wings and sits up on the dead berth*

Rattrap: *snarls and picks himself up, launching himself at the chibi with a fierce, bestial roar that really isn't half as scary or threatening as he'd like to think it is*

Dinobaby: *laughs harder, and then drops Small Cheetor to try and wrap tiny arms around his mentor's neck* Stupid Vermin.

Rattrap: *harrumphs, because really, he's can't resist the cuteness of the chibi. And he's still feeling the effects of the incident with Crumplezone. And so Dinobaby gets off with the mild punishment of snuggles and a gentle thwap on the head*

Nightwish: I thought you said that kid didn't have a sense of humor. *slips off the broken berth and stretches, her wings flaring wide*

Dinobaby: *snugging his big brother kthnx* Thrrrpt.

Rattrap: You haven't met his otha' self, lady. Thrrrrpt.

Nightwish: No, but I've heard enough about him.... *looks toward the closed door in that way she has of sensing people before anyone else not in a bayformer shell can*

Dinobaby: Xp THRRRRRRRRRRRRRPT! *face wash for Rattrap!*

Rattrap: HEEEEY~! *whines, trying to wipe all the slobber off his face*

Dinobaby: *laughing*

door: *knock*

Rattrap: *pouts at Dinobaby, but smoothly rises to his feet and answers the door* Cin I help you?

Dinobot: *quirks a slight grin as he looks down at Rattrap, then offers him a wicked sharp spike of chitin that's been shaped into a poniard* UPSsss delivery.

Dinobaby: *squeal!* MINE!

Rattrap: NU-UH! MINE! *drops Dinobaby and swipes up the dagger, launching himself into Dinobot's arms in the process and pressing a sloppy kiss to his cheek*

Dinobot: .... *looks at Rattrap, his expression plainly saying that he's wondering how much the smaller mech's had to drink or what he's been up to*

Dinobaby: *cussing*

Rattrap: *grins goofily up at him, resting his head on the warrior's shoulder* Hi. I missed you.

Dinobot: .... *sets him gently on the floor* I sssee that. Was your... hrrm... hunt successful? *leans against the wall and glances over at the wrecked berth, and then sees the femme and blinks*

Rattrap: Yeah, sure was. *scoops Dinobaby up, careful not to let the chibi's teeth get too close to anything important, and steps aside to let Dinobot into the room* Dinobot, dis is Nightwish. 'Wish, dis is Dinobot 2. Call 'im Choppaface if ya want.

Dinobot: *just the slightest of smiles as he glances from Rattrap to Nightwish and nods to the femme* It is an honor.

Nightwish: Sure, whatever. *grins and then stoops and lifts the berth* Hmmm. Looks like a rat's been chewing.

Dinobaby: *pauses in his Rat snuggling to hiss* Not rat, stupid wing rat.

Rattrap: What, Nightscream's back? *blinks down at the Chibi* An' ya din't tell me?

Dinobaby: *snorts and points to Nightwish* Batcat, wing rat.

Nightwish: *picks up the berth with one hand and shows a hacked leg* Rat this, brat.

Rattrap: Heeeeey.... You been usin' dat sword I gave ya on my berth?

Dinobot: *grins at the look of total and utter innocence on his tiny alt's face*

Rattrap: *would facepalm, if his arms weren't full of chibi* *sighs and pouts at Dinobot* An' t'think, you were SPAWNED from dis lil menace.

Dinobot: Yes. But I have... hrrrn... upgraded.

Dinobaby: Xp Thrrrpt!

Rattrap: Is dat what dey're callin' it dese days? *blows raspberries at Dinobot too*

Nightwish: I think he was trying to make a crack.

Rattrap: Thrrrrrpt!

Dinobot: *just does that rare half grin of his*

Nightwish: *yawns and stretches catlike* I'm going to go fly a few laps. I'll see you later, Slaarg.

Rattrap: Nyeh! Kiss first! *scoots over to the berth, puckering his lips up for a kiss*

Nightwish: *tosses the berth aside and then scoops him up with one arm to kiss him silly, though not as silly as she'd have done if he weren't in danger of dropping the chibi*

Rattrap: *makes little happy noises and leans up into the kiss, his legs curling back*

Dinobaby: *sticks out his tongue and makes like utterly disgusted, though he's got a small child's usual delight in seeing their parents show affection for one another*

Nightwish: *sighs and sets Rattrap down after awhile, then nods to Dinobot and stalks out of the room*

Rattrap: *giggles goofily and beams at her back. Then turns his beam over to Dinobot* Hi.

Dinobot: I sssee that things are going... very well.

Dinobaby: *hanging like a little rag doll, his tongue still stuck out*

Rattrap: *titters and shrugs his shoulders, sauntering back to the warrior* T'th' victor go th' spoils, eh?

Dinobot: *slight frown as he reaches down to take the chibi* What do you mean?

Rattrap: *gives up the chibi, but only after giving him snugglenuzzlekiss first* She followed me home.

Dinobot: *rubs his alt's back as Dinobaby wriggles and growls* From your Cybertron?

Rattrap: From th' otha' reality we was playin' 'round in.

Dinobot: *brow ridge rises* I... hrrrm... understood that reality had a different technology than our own.

Dinobaby: *gnaws on his alt's arm* ^_^

Rattrap: Yeah, she ah... upgraded. *shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest* So she could be closa' t'my size, I guess.

Dinobaby: So could make Vermin's optics pop out of head.

Rattrap: Thrrrrrpt.

Dinobot: I ssseee. *looks around the cluttered room* And where iss Spazz? *he can remember the condition of the young femme's spark. He didn't really expect that she'd come back from she and Rattrap's quest*

Rattrap: Prolly wit' Rhinox. C'mon, we'll go see if he's up yet. *walks out of the room, towards Rhinox's chamber, his tail swishing back and forth the whole way*

Rhinox: *not in his room, though some of Spazz's favorite music chips and some of her notes for the new MMORPG are*

Dinobot: *looks around, his expression showing a bit of surprise*

Rattrap: ...Right. Fergot. Blasted engineer doesn't sleep. *rolls his eyes and heads back towards the main room*

Hormah: *looks around from where she's teaching her son the best way to make larger bots suffer much for picking on 'runts'* What ye after, b'y? Breakfast's on t' table.

Pi: *grins at Rattrap and the Dinobots*

Rattrap: Breakfast, fer starters! *climbs up onto the table and starts heaping food onto a plate, not even stopping to look at what's available. Some of it simply goes straight to his mouth* War's Whinoks an' Spaff?

Hormah: *amused deedle* Rec room, last time I went lookin'. Spazz was goin' on about havin' an oil bath 'n Rhinox said somet'in' 're ot'er 'bout game code fer 'er.

Dinobaby: *squirming, till Dinobot settles into a chair and starts to feed him*

Rattrap: Dey bonded yet? *smiles innocently, plopping himself down on the edge of the table next to Dinobot*

Hormah: Don't figger Spazz'll ever git hitched. Not when 'er croakin' could take t' mech wit' 'er. *smacks Pi upside the head and comes over to claim some more of the breakfast for herself*

Dinobaby: *flings scrambles and botsup at Rat*

Rattrap: Ehn, well, dey'd be good tagetha'. *shrugs and expertly dodges the flying fewd. Someone's lived with the chibi for too long*

Hormah: *shrugs and catches the tossed fuel, then puts it in her mouth* Whatever, b'y. What broke in t'ere?

Rattrap: My berth. :| Some little chibi wit' a sword was hackin' at th' legs.

Hormah: *laughing aft off now kthnxb'y*

Rhinox: What's all the noise out he.... *freezes as he spots Dinobot*

Dinobot: *nods to him, and then returns to feeding the chibi*

Rattrap: *sets aside his food, then LEAPS off the table, tackling Rhinox to the ground*

Rhinox: *startled grunt* The slag?

Rattrap: *SNUGS* Have I told'ya lately dat I love ya? *bats his eyes at Rhinox*

Rhinox: *boots him across the room* Don't tell me you're bored already.

Rattrap: *squeals as he goes flying through the air, landing against the wall with a splat* I deserved dat!

Hormah: Pi, don't be puntin' t' Rat.

Pi: Awww.

Rhinox: *sits up and frowns at Rattrap, though he's not angry. This is just life with Rat*

Rattrap: *sticks to the wall a bit, then slowly slides down until his aft settles onto the floor* Nrgh. *staggers to his feet and heads back to the table* So, what was I doin' 'gain?

Hormah: Matchmakin' Rhinox 'n Spazz. *grin and deedle*

Rhinox: *looks at Rattrap* ....

Rattrap: *smiles innocently, stuffing his face with food*

Rhinox: *pauses and tilts his head at the same time as Rattrap gets a message from Optimus Primal* ...A wedding?

Dinobot: Hrrrm? *looks up from chibi feeding*

Rattrap: Oh, yeah! He's marryin' dat plant chick. What was 'er name 'gain? Botanybot?

Rhinox: Botanica. I'm surprised they've decided to have a wedding ceremony.

Dinobot: ...You mean something more than... hrrrn... formally claiming your... mate in front of thhhree witnessesss?

Rhinox: Yeah. This is a formal declaration and contract that gets sealed with a lifelong spark bond.

Rattrap: *gives Dinobot a funny look, then shakes his head and rolls his eyes* Not me, man. I ain't settlin' down fer nothin'. Don' wanna, can't make me. But dat sounds jus' like somethin' th' Boss Monkey would like. Guess I gotta spiff up fer it, huh?

Rhinox: ...Considering you have to RSVP, I think so.

Dinobot: *snorts scornfully, though his optics are focused somewhere other than the room and the here and now*

Rattrap: *watches Dinobot with a distant expression of his own, but shakes himself out of it and sends a confirmation back to Optimus.*

Dinobot: *sets his alt down and gives the chibi a slice of silibacon* I... hrrn... had better return to base.

Rattrap: Y'jus' got here.

Dinobot: *nods absently* Till we meet again. Give... Nightwish... my farewells. *turns toward the door*

Hormah: *concern showing slightly in her optics as she watches him*

Rattrap: *sets his plate aside and looks down at his feet. After a moment, he hops off the table and walks towards the rec room*

Dinobot: Rattrap... I am not leaving. I am only going home. *and his need to go shows in the lashing of his tail and his scowl*

Rattrap: *pauses in the hallway, one hand resting against the wall as he turns to look over his shoulder* An' I'm goin' ta play my guitar a bit, mmkay? Not ev'rything has ta do wit'chu, yanno.

Dinobot: *just looks at him and frowns, then goes*

Hormah: *setting the chibi on the floor with his silibacon, which has become an imaginary explosive strip. Her expression is a thoughtful frown as she communes with her boss*

Rhinox: Now where did I leave those game notes...?

Rattrap: *snorts and finishes his trip to the rec room, immediately going to where his guitar is stashed and picking it up. After a false start, he settles down and begins to play a slow, wistful tune*

Spazz: *sticks her head out of the oil bath and looks at him*

Rattrap: *sings softly, smiling sadly to himself* Now dat she's back in th' atmosphere, wit' drops a' Jupiter in 'er hair, yeah yeah yeah... She acts like summa' an' walks like rain, reminds me dat dere's time ta change, hey-ey-yay... Since 'er return from 'er stay on th' moon, she lissens likes spring an' talks like June, hey-ey-yay-a...

Spazz: *grins and submerges again*

Rhinox: *glances inside, notes forgotten in his hand as he listens to the music*

Dinobaby: *crawls right in, dragging Small Cheetor*

Rattrap: Now, tell me! Did'ya sail across th' sun? Did'ya make it ta th' Milky Way t'see th' lights' all faded, an' dat Heavan's ova'rrated? An' tell me! Did'ya fall fer a shootin' star? One widdout a permanent scar, an' did'ya miss me while y'were lookin' fer yerself... out dere...

Rhinox: *lifts a brow ridge*

Dinobaby: *abandons Small Cheetor and tumbles headfirst into the oil bath*

Rattrap: *taps his foot and bobs his head in time to the music, his eyes sliding closed as he sings* Now dat she's back from 'er soul vacation, tracin' 'er way t'rough th' constellations, hey-ey-yay. She checks out Mozart while she does taebo, reminds me dat dere's time ta grow, oh oh oh... Now dat she's back in th' atmosphere, I'm 'fraid she might jus' think'a me as plain ol' Jane.. *pauses his playing, speaking the next line* Told'a story 'bout a man who's too 'fraid ta fly so 'e neva' did land.

Rhinox: ...Dinobot?

Rattrap: *flicks his eyes up, guilt written plainly on his face* Whaddabout 'im?

Rhinox: Are you singing about him? Or yourself?

Rattrap: *shrugs, playing a few more notes of the song* Dunno. Does it matter?

Rhinox: *studying the smaller mech* Yes.

Rattrap: *looks up at Rhinox, defiantly pouting up at him* Why?

Rhinox: Because Dinobot's not acting like I remember, and you look like you tried moving into Optimus' room again while he was dead.

Rattrap: *shrugs one shoulder, a wry smirk tugging at the corner of his lips* Dat Dinobot's four million years old, an' he barely remembahs us.

Rhinox: ...Four million besides what ours was when we knew him?

Rattrap: Yyyyep. An' he's got a kid too. Think his version a' her is dead, but I met onna' dem. Name's Rumor, 'n an' alt a' mine's datin' 'er.

Rhinox: *voice low as he glances toward the oil bath* Ours had one too, once. *then shakes his head* What happened to this one here? The white one?

Rattrap: He survived th' explosion a' th' Nemesis, an' lived on Earth fer four million years, I guess. *shrugs, bowing his head and fiddling with the guitar* He don' talk much, or even hang 'round very long.

Rhinox: *pauses* Alone?

Rattrap: Yyyyyep.

Rhinox: Then it's a miracle he can even still talk. *looks toward the sound of panel splitting Hormah laughter in the main room*

Nightwish: *saunters down the hall, grinning and showing all her fangs*

Rattrap: *arches an eyebrow, resting his chin in his hand*

Rhinox: *looking up at the tall femme* What did you do?

Nightwish: #%#$%@#@slapped a purple dinosaur for talking to himself, yesssss.

Rhinox: 0_0

Rattrap: Awww, Pit. *facepalm* At least he ain't a dragon.

Nightwish: *smug as she comes over looking for a kiss*

Rattrap: *tilts his head up to kiss her, then returns his attention to his guitar, playing something a little more fast paced*

Rhinox: *shakes his head and goes to work on his coding*

Nightwish: *sitting by Rattrap, her wings folded and resting on the ground to either side of her as she tilts her head* Play my song.

Rattrap: Don't wanna.

Nightwish: *snerks* Jerk.

Rattrap: Just ain't in the mood for it, bossy.

Nightwish: *lays back and puts her hands beneath her head* Do I look like a cow to you?

Rattrap: *glances at her out of the corner of his eye, then pulls down his visor and pulls up a screenshot of Black Agnes* Yes.

Nightwish: *pauses as she realizes what she just said and who she plays, and then starts a silent sniggerfit*

Rattrap: *smirks and leans back, playing a casual tune on the guitar* Here comes th' sun, do-da-do-doo. Here comes th' sun, an' I say, it's all right.

Nightwish: *reaches over and gives his tail a very light tug* I got something for the winged runt.

Rattrap: Y'mean Star? Din't he go back wit' Boxcutter?

Nightwish: We'll see him again sometime. *shrugs and tugs him a little closer, then puts her hand back behind her head*

Rattrap: *sighs, but leans against her, pulling his guitar off and curling into a loose ball*

Nighwish: *moves one wing claw to rub his back* What's got a knot in your circuits now, Slaarg?

Rattrap: S'jus'... Dinobot an' I useta be practically inseparable. An' now, I see 'im fer barely five cycles ev'ry couple weeks, den he's gone again.

Nightwish: *brow quirk* You live, eat, and sleep with him.

Rattrap: Ain't th' same.

Nightwish: *frowning at him, wondering if she should smack him around or try cuddling him* You've still got him. And Rhinox, and the Lump. And me.

Rattrap: *suddenly pushes away from her* Whaddya know 'bout it, huh? You practically been alone yer whole life!

Nightwish: Yeah, because everyone else kicked the slagging bucket. *scowling at him*

Rattrap: *glares at her, unable to think of a suitable reply, then stomps out of the room, slamming the door behind him*

Rhinox: *looks up as Rattrap passes the door of his room* Now what?

Rattrap: *just flashes a rude hand gesture at Rhinox, then slams the door to his own room too*

Soft voice at the entrance to the sanctuary: Uhm... ah... hello? Anyone home?

Ravage: *turns and looks from where he'd been sitting by one of the entrance pillars* The servant is home. You wish to speak with her?

Starcaller: *gasps and ducks behind the other pillar. After a moment, he peeks his head out again* Ah... servant? I don't... I'm looking for Pink?

Ravage: *chuckles and walks out* She does not live here. But Hormah is her sister. *ducks something thrown at his head* And she is there, at the table.

Pi: *peeking at Starcaller from the same pillar that Ravage had been behind*

Starcaller: *stares at Pi a moment, chewing on his thumb, then inches away and scoots inside* Well, uhm... Rattrap and Rhinox live here too, right?

Hormah: *gently, from where she's sitting with her cookies and her book* Aye, b'y. Right now t'ey does. Ye don't gotta be scared. Not'in's gonna hurt ye here.

Starcaller: *looks up at her, taking a few steps back* Pink said she was a Minicon...

Hormah: Aye, she is. *comming younger sister to come, and to please do so quietly because someone who looks afraid of his own shadow is looking for her*

Starcaller: I thought Minicons were smaller

Hormah: *deedles a chuckle* T'ey is. Pink's after bein' me sister in arms, b'y.

Starcaller: In arms? Oh, are you a part of Blackout's army too?

Hormah: Aye, me son. T'at I is. *looks toward the door* Here comes Pink.

Pink: *is the sound of a jet getting closer*

Ravage: *is laying in the sunbeam watching the door*

Pi: *is waiting in ambush*

Starcaller: *perks up, turning around to meet her* Pink!

Pink: *in zips the jet! And it is tiny and pink with grey accents. It makes a quick lap of the room, strafs Pi with pink paint, and then transforms and skids to a stop by Starcaller* Star?

Starcaller: Yep! *waves at her, giggling happily* Boxcutter said that since Rhinox isn't a jerk, I should come live with my creator for a while! Isn't that cool?

Pink: *big blue optics go wide* What? Rhinox is your daddy!?

Hormah: *snerk*

Starcaller: Yup! Well, he did all my programming and stuff. Cool huh?

Pink: *squeal! And then leap forward and glomp him*

Starcaller: *squeaks and laughs, returning the hug with snugglies* We get to hang out for real now!

Pink: *slightly serious and very earnest look* I can't be here all the time. I gotta do my work 'n training too.

Starcaller: Oh... *bites his lip, looking down. After a moment, he brightens up again* Well, that's okay, right? We can still visit each other, and spend time together in the game.

Pink: *giggles and hugs him again* Sure! Ohhh, and I can show you my magic wand now! And, and, and... oh yeah! *gives him a happy and gentle peck on the mouth* Rat was laughing and saying I should combat kiss you, but I don't want to. So here's a nice one. *more hugs and happy squeals*

Starcaller: *squeaks, his faceplate heating up. At first, he just stands there stunned, then he latches onto her, giggling and squealing happily*

Hormah: //Hey, Rat. T' kid jes' got 'is first kiss. I's t'inkin' 'e liked it some.//

Rattrap: //Hrm. Combat kiss?//

Hormah: *lies through her dentae* //She geve 'im 'er best shot, b'y.// *or maybe she's not lying, since Pink's never actually combat kissed in her life*

Rattrap: //Is he still standin'?//

Hormah: *transmits some of the squealing and giggling and chattering that's going on*

Rattrap: *smiles to himself, then returns to sulking in a nest of pillows and blankets* //Good on 'im. We'll make a propa' mech outta 'im someday.// *And Primus knows what Rat's definition of proper is...*

Hormah: //He's come t' live wit' Rhinox.//

Rattrap: //Den he'll be a propa' mech soona' den lata'!//

Hormah: //Ye dissin' t' old 'un? *laughing over the comm*//

Rattrap: //'Course. Yanno how easy it is ta take pot shots at Boxcutter? S'like firin' inta a hole filled wit' creep'n crawlas'.//

Hormah: *laughs harder, and then looks up as Nightwish comes in with an oily Dinobaby under one arm and a smallish but bigger than letter size yellow paper envelope in the other*

Dinobaby: *licking himself very industriously. Hormah puts a good grade of oil in her bath*

Starcaller: *looks up at the familiar sounds of Dinobaby slobbering, then gasps and tries to hide behind Pink, startled by the presence of the large femme*

Pink: Ohhh. *puts her arms back and around him* You didn't see Nightwish since her upgrade?

Starcaller: That's... that's Nightwish? *eyes go wide* She shrunk!

Nightwish: *quirks a half grin* I went Maximal, Runt. *holds out the envelope* Here. This looks like the kind of thing you like.

Starcaller: *brightens, darting out from behind Pink, then jumps, the boosters in his wings and feet letting him hover a little off the floor. He takes the envelope and opens it, letting out a gasp of delight as he finds two white envelopes with 'Story Quest' written on them in permanent marker* Oh! Game discs! Thank you so much, Nightwish!! *boosts his way up so that he can throw his arms around her neck and hug her*

Nightwish: *puts her free hand on his back* They're just 2D and 8-bit, but you go on quests to find the chapters of a story. And the woman at the store claimed the stories're good.

Starcaller: *smiles and shrugs* That's okay. I like puzzles and stories, so it sounds fun anyway.

Nightwish: Good. *scowls at Dinobot* Stop licking me, Brat.

Dinobaby: *continues to give her an oily arm*

Pink: *giggles*

Starcaller: *giggles, buzzing around Nightwish like a little bee*

Rhinox: *comes in, datapad and coding notes in hand* What's all the noise?

Pink: *squeals and flies over to glomp him*

Rhinox: *startles, but he's met the little femme already and pats her on the back* Never mind. Dumb question.

Starcaller: *joins Pink in glomping Rhinox, squealing happily*

Rhinox: *brow ridges go right up* Starcaller? What're you doing here?

Starcaller: Boxcutter said I should be with my creator. He said it would be better than if I stayed with him. *gives Rhinox a tight hug, looking up at him expectantly*

Rhinox: *nonplussed, his mouth open*

Pink: *giggles at him*

Starcaller: *tilts his head a little, but keeps looking up at Rhinox, smiling sweetly*

Rhinox: *finally shakes his head, blinking as he clears the shock out of his senses* And what do you feel about that? *dumb question, given Star's expression. But it's the only thing that comes to mind at the moment*

Starcaller: *giggles, shrugging and giving Rhinox another hug* Well, Boxcutter doesn't let me go out much, because there are Predacons in the neighborhood and he says I'm a delicate piece of equipment and they'd eat me for lunch. There aren't any bad bots here, so I can go out walking around, and Pink's here, and Rattrap and Nightwish!

Rhinox: *up go his brow ridges again* No bad bots here....

Hormah: *snorts at him* Bet he'd git a kick outta helpin' ye code yer part 'o t'at game.

Rhinox: *looks at her and blinks, but then nods.* Would you like to program some 3D graphics, Starcaller?

Starcaller: *gasps and looks between Hormah and Rhinox* Can I? Can I really?

Rhinox: *looks to Nightwish. It's her game*

Nightwish: If you want to, Runt. It's not pretty or cute, though.

Starcaller: That's okay! I could code armor or swords or amulets or things like that that're in my other game!

Rhinox: *calls up an image of Black Agnes in all her near lifelike 3D glory* This is the style we're using. Do you think you can make them fit with that?

Nightwish: It smells like nerds in here. *wanders off to go PINpoint into the room Rattrap locked her out of and drop Dinobaby on him*

Rattrap: Hey! *pulls the blankets off his head, glaring up at her* Whaddya want, ya walkin' disaster zone?

Nightwish: Right now it's a tossup between slapping you through the wall, and stuff I'm not saying in front of the brat.

Dinobaby: *brat is busy burrowing under the blanket*

Rattrap: Thrrrrpt. *goes back under the covers and digs around for a brat to snuggle with*

Hormah: *watching Rhinox talk code with his young son, and then glances toward Rattrap's family's room as she hears a thud and an outraged squeal*

Rhinox: *doesn't even look up from Starcaller* Do you know how to code three dimensional jewels?

Starcaller: Sure, that's easy! It's like making a cube, then increasing its transparency a little and throwing in a few reflective points.

Pink: *giggles and comms Starcaller a bye bye and a promise that she'll be back tomorrow or the next day, then buzzes Hormah and zaps away*

Starcaller: *says goodbye to Pink somewhat distractedly, lines of code already zipping through his processor as he chatters away at Rhinox*

Rhinox: *turns and heads back for his room, where Spazz is waiting, and where he's probably going to spend the rest of the afternoon in peaceful family bonding time*

Hormah: *returns to her book, her cookies, and watching her son stalk Ravage. She's content to let both parts of Rattrap and Rhinox's family pursue their own amusements, though she'll step in if it sounds like that brawl is getting too out of hand*


((Co-written with slaggin_preds))