The Dream. Remmycake and Cratered Oppy

[dens_extra_pups]

Tam: *tells Jenn about the piece of lemon cake she ate at the church lunch*

Swindles: .... *now want lemon cake*

Tam: LOL Tell the Seekers, guys.

someSwindle: .... *goes and tells*

Dirge: *looks at other Seekers* Should we?

Skywarp: ... Sure...

Dirge: We need lemon perfume.

Ramjet: Oh, we have plenty!

someSwindle: ... Oh. Oh, I'll go get some! *goes off*

Dirge: Thanks. ... *sniff sniff* ...Is somebody drinking the strawbaby perfume?

Thundercracker: It's a new brand. Testing it.

Dirge: *snerts and shakes head* Don't get cratered.

Thundercracker: *snorts* I know better...

Dirge: Sometimes I wonder. *grabs cookie away from sibling* That's mine!

Sunstorm: And such a wondrous cookie it is!

Dirge: *smacks him upside the head, then gives half the cookie to Mixer and goes to look for someSwindle*

Mixer: *contented growl*

Sunstorm: Ow, what a glorious smack!

someSwindle: *not here. Gone lemon-perfume shopping*

Dirge: *hands in pockets of his apron as he leans on the door frame and whistles*

someSwindle: *comes back, with perfume*

Dirge: *holds out hands* Let's see.

perfume: *strong stuff!*

Dirge: *wince wince* That should do the job. *heads back for kitchen*

someSwindle: ^^

Columba: *over by the couches in the common room. Just made a sound of dismay as yOp fell over*

Disturbia: *looks SO innocent*

aSwindle: *blink*

Columba: ...I guess that means lemon furniture polish is something we shouldn't drink. Even on... a dare. *floor time with husband*

Pipes: *looks over from where he's sitting in the corner playing with Moonstruck, Cloe, and Silver* o.0

aSwindle: *facepalm*

Disturbia: *offers him the polish bottle she's supposed to be using to make the coffee tables shiny*

aSwindle: ... *sniff* ...But shouldn't Op... not do that? Due to being fae?

Disturbia: *thinks about that* Huh. You'd think. *frowns down at Oppy*

aSwindle: .... *pokes Oppy*

yOp: *shares dizzy!*

aSwindle: ... *BLINK-flop!*

Disturbia: *sits on the coffee table and giggles* //Hey, Swindle?//

Swindle: //Yes, Disturbia? ...What's going on?//

Disturbia: *holds onto coffee table with both hands* //Oppy's drunk.//

Swindle: //Oppy's... DRUNK?//

Disturbia: //YUP! And... oohhhh.....// *thunk*

Swindle: *appears!*

Pipes: He drank the furniture polish.

Silver: *giggle*

Swindle: ...*sniffs at it* ...I thought we couldn't get drunk

Silver: *holds her toes* -Unless choose to.-

Swindle: ...Oh.

Silver: *zips over and sits on yOp's head, then knocks on it*

yOp: -Stop the ride, I want off.-

Swindle: ...Wish you off? ^^;

yOp: *feeling of confusion* -Huh?-

Swindle: -Wish the drunk away?-

yOp: -...What drunk? Did the little Blitzwing fall off the wagon?-

Swindle: -You.-

yOp: *more confusion* -...Me?-

Swindle: -Yes, you.-

yOp: -I... don't understand.-

furryRatchet: *from the doorway* Who's sharing the love? *frown*

Swindle: Oppy....

furryRatchet: What the pit did he drink? *walks over to hunker down and poke the tall young Changeling*

Silver: *gets up on a medic horn!*

aSwindle: Fur... iture polish... wheeee!

fRatchet: *blinks. Then takes the bottle and sniffs* *deep sigh of regret* Yeah, that'd do it.

Swindle: *facepalm*

fRatchet: So you're his parent. Why aren't you clearing this up?

fScream: *is the sound of a squawk and a crash outside*

Swindle: He needs to wish it...

fRatchet: Right. I guess he's a little old for a caregiver. *pokes yOp again, and then gets to his feet and starts taking out gear* Since he's too cratered to remember his name, I'll just have to flush his tank.

Swindle: *frowns, nodding*

fRatchet: *quirks a brow ridge as the feared words produce no reaction from his patient. Goes over to aSwindle and leans down to speak directly into his audio* Tank flush.

aSwindle: ....Huh?

fRatchet: Huh. I said TANK FLUSH!

aSwindle: Owow... You're loud...

Disturbia: *suddenly snaps awake* Tank flush??? *jag of fear all over the sibling and mate bonds*

aSwindle: Ahhh! *flail!*

yOp: *scrambles woozily to his feet* What... who's picking on Turby?

fRatchet: *satisfied smile* You need to wish yourself not drunk, kid.

yOp: 0.0 *looks blankly at Swindle* ...Can I do that?

Swindle: Yes

yOp: Oh... *ponders this for several moments, then looks sheepish* Um, what am I doing again?

Swindle: Wishing yourself not drunk.

yOp: I wish I'm not drunk.

dizzy: *stops being shared*

aSwindle: *blink, blink...* Yay

Disturbia and Columba: *sit up slowly*

fRatchet: *looks Swindle in the optic* I wish for high grade that'll work for a techno-organic.

Swindle: *smirks, and grants that*

fRatchet: *reads the label* 'Newfie Screech'?

yOp: *facepalm. Snerk*

Swindle: *shrug* Guess so.

fRatchet: Works for me. *wanders back outside*

yOp: *gives his dad a sheepish look* Sorry.

Swindle: *facepalm again* Try not to get...that cratered again?

yOp: Yes, sir. *so embarrassed*

aSwindle: ...^^

Columba: *giving Disturbia a quiet stink eye*

Disturbia: *halo!*

yOp: Weren't you and Mom having some time off at the asteroid? Or is that later? *baps self upside the head and makes his processor reboot*

Swindle: That was later. I was doing some last minute work. Don't worry, you didn't pull me away from anything important.

yOp: Oh. Good. *ducks his head, looking more like an errant teenager than a married father of one*

aSwindle: ...Think I need to get back to work too...

yOp: And I probably... Bubby, it's Saturday.

aSwindle: ...So?

yOp: *shakes his head and smiles* Don't you ever take a day off?

aSwindle: Sometimes.

Disturbia: Can I help? *bats optic shutters at mate*

aSwindle: ...Okay.

Disturbia: *happy squee* Can I put the bunny hat on you?

aSwindle: ....I suppose

Disturbia: *more happy squee, grabs hubby to go look at his bunny hat collection*

yOp: *scratches his nose* You need any help, Dad?

Swindle: ...Well...

yOp: *tilts head*

Swindle: I think I could use some help

yOp: *grins* Great. Should I call Bubby?

Swindle: *chuckles* Sure

yOp: //Bubby, Dad needs a hand.//

aSwindle: //Okay!//

Disturbia: //Me too, Boss?//

Swindle: //Sure//

Disturbia: *scoots into room and sets down fur hatted mate* :D

Swindle: *smirk*

yOp: So what are we doing?

Swindle: I'll show you.

yOp: Alright. *calls a bye to Pipes and gives Columba a kiss, and then goes and puts a hand on Dad so he can go with him*

Disturbia: Bye bye, Moonstruck. I'll be Bach!

Moonstruck: *yeah, whatever, Mama. Lookin' at book*

aSwindle: *does as well*

Swindle: *takes them away*

Dirge: *in kitchen* OWWWWWW. MIXER!

Mixer: *cheerfully growls and bites her mate's fingers*

Skywarp: AHHHH! *hides!*

Dirge: You're not supposed to bite me when you're happy.

Mixer: *snerk*

Sunstorm: ...You're just that wonderful, Dirge!

Dirge: Arrghhh.

Cloudtrader: *peeks into the room* What're you doing?

Lazerwave: Making lemon cake.

Cloudtrader: Ooooo. Can we help?

Lazerwave: Sure

Cloudtrader: *comes in, followed by little Oppy and Mira*

Skywarp: Awww. Scarycute

Oppy: Scary? *shy grin* Awww, you need hugs.

Skywarp: ... ^^;

Oppy and Mira: *hugs for Skywarp!* *and clickings from Mira*

Skywarp: *hug back*

Cloudtrader: *meanwhile has scooted to Lazerwave* What can I do?

Lazerwave: Mix this bowl? ^^

Cloudtrader: Okay! *settles down to sit on the floor and do so*

Dirge: *grumbling as he bribes his mate with kisses so that she'll work nicely*

Lazerwave: ^^


some time later


Dirge: *clearing the counter so that all the newly finished remmycake can sit on it* *is even smiling. Being slightly kiss drunk might be helping the smile*

Thundercracker: ...That's a beautiful cake...

Cloudtrader: *is one of three sets of little optics peeking over the top of the counter* ...Big!

Mira: *clicks*

Ramjet: Absolutely tiny

little Oppy: *sideways look for Ramjet*

Skywarp: ... He's like that.

little Oppy: Oh. *attention back to cake*

lSwindle: *is now that forth set of little optics looking at the cake*

Ruse: *is the fifth*

Lazerwave: ...Don't get any ideas, you two. It's to share.

Ruse and lSwindle: *halos!*

Mira: *scoldy clickstorm for the two boys!*

someSwindle: *peeks in*

Dirge: Ah. Swindle. Do you guys want it iced?

someSwindle: Does it cost more?

Dirge: ... o.0 *looks at Lazerwave* Cost?

Lazerwave: ... No.

someSwindle: Oh, sure!

Dirge: *with Mixer starts preparing lovely frothy whipped frosting*

someSwindle: ... Oooo

Dirge: Do we have remmy gummifruit?

Ramjet: Nope, we're out! *finds and gets them out*

Dirge: Lazerwave, do you think gummi jam would taste good with this? Or should we just put some bits of gummi fruit on top?

Lazerwave: Jam would be good...

Dirge: Can you mix it up? *distracted by the frosting*

Lazerwave: *nods, and does so*

lSwindle: *sneaking close to the gummi fruit container*

Mira: *bappa bad boy! And SCOLD!*

lSwindle: 0.0

Cloudtrader: 0.0

Lazerwave: ...o.O

Cloudtrader: *soothes Mira's temper*

cake: *soon all ready for Swindles!*

Written by random_xtras and swindle_blitz))