Nexus. Black Dog. Happy New Year!

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[The Wilybots, being from Earth, had a New Years party at their Nexus Warehouse.. but a few have decided to drag 'wallflowers' to the Black Dog instead to try to get them to be more social. And they've included neighbors Waspinator and Terrorsaur in that. As bait, they told the Predacons they were being hired to help out if anyone got severely drunk. The two Predacons aren't comfortable going somewhere where they'll run into other Transformers, but have been convinced that with that much of a New Years crowd they might be overlooked.]

Cinnamon: *a little wary of all the big feet*

Axl: *hoping the whole reservations thing worked, he's more used to parties you just crash*

Mal: *notices the group over by the door and steers her leather clad, apron wearing pink husband over from where she's riding on his shoulders in her little lolita princess dress- which is rumpled and hiked so her bloomers show* You have a reservation?

Axl: Yeah. I'm Axl... *wonders if he has to introduce everyone...

Zero: For the last time, they're not going to eat you... *convincing Waspy and Terry to come in*

Mal: *looks up, absently putting her hands over her husband's eyes and making him "eeek!" softly* Nah. Bugs and lizards? Yeuch. I'd rather eat the cake. You're the Wily bunch, right?

Teal: *also wary about all the big bots, and feet of said big bots, staying under one of Storm Eagle's wings*

Rock: I'm not a....

Zero: Since I made the reservations, probably... unless some more of my siblings are planning to show up...

Elec: *to Mal* Don't ask. Our family tree looks like a baobab

Mal: This way. *steers husband without uncovering his eyes, which makes him dither and twitch his gorgeous moth wings* And yeah, join the club, kid. I started life as a computer virus in someone's head.

Zero: *that makes him go quiet a bit. Reminders of Omega are never a good thing*

Group: *follow along*

Rock: So... um, are you a Predacon, or... what are all the other groups again?

Mal: *glances at him as her husband leads them unerringly between the feet of bots and tables despite fussing and not being able to see* Me? I'm a Sewercon. Scattershot's a Divacon.

Rock: Oh, we know a Sewercon... *just smiles, friendly little guy*

Mal: Wingnut, right? *snerk*

Rock: *nodnod* I don't know her very well, though. She lives with the Stardroids.

Rock: I don't know if I'll ever learn to keep all the groups I hear about from your world straight, but I guess ours is just as confusing to someone who isn't used to it.

Teal, Cinnamon, Storm Eagle, Lumine: *all seem fine with letting Rock draw all the attention*

X Light: *keeping an eye on Rock as if he was the big brother instead of the other way around. It does get confusing when big brother doesn't grow up and he did...*

Mal: Lotta realities that we Transformer things come from. But Wingnut's my Original's older sister. The same flake sparked them both.

Rock: *innocently* Flake? *not sure if she means the insult or if it has some other meaning... after all 'spark' means something different to beasties... and the Stardroids too*

Elec: *facepalms and snerks*

Mal: Weirdo? Nutter? Here's your table, up on top of this one with the temporary bar and the cake. You need help getting up there?

Rock: I didn't bring my dog with me, so I can't fly up.

Elec: Can you believe he's actually the oldest one of us here? Except the designated flyers, maybe... *doesn't know how old Waspy and Terry are, has never asked*

Waspy: *has been very quiet, speaks up now* We can get little fleshie-bots that are not flyers up to table.

Terry: I guess that's what we're being paid for.

Lumine: *already hovering up*

Axl: *holding onto Cinnamon, likewise*

Storm Eagle: *can fly up with Teal*

Mal: Great. Your server's up there. *waves, and then proceeds to inform her husband that she wants to nom his chips, causing him to shriek like a girl and bolt*

Spazz: *looks around as the first of the party reaches the top of the big table that the bar, the organic cake, and a couple-three human size tables are sitting on* Don't tell me she's bwaiming him again.

Group: *once Elec, Rock, Zero and X are ferried up, settle down at their table*

Rock: What does that word mean?

Axl: Wow, look at that cake!

Spazz: It's what one little LOL cat kitten says when he bites his brother on the head on this poster on my living room wall. *grins at Axl's comment* Yup. You want some? It's on the house. That's the organic version.

Axl: Sure!

Zero: Me too... you want some, X?

X Light: Maybe a little piece.

Rock: *still puzzled, but there's CAKE* I'd like some, please.

Lumine: *thinking they're all going to get sugar buzzed, and he's trapped with them*

Axl: And my little brother wants some too.

Lumine: No, I don't.

Waspinator: Waspinator would like cake... but... Waspinator is not supposed to have anything with too much sugar

Mal: No non consensual cake serving. Sorry. *turns toward cake* This doesn't have sugar. Stevia leaf. How big a piece?

Waspinator: *hardly ever gets cake because of the sugar thing, so just looks confused* What size is normal sized piece of cake?

Spazz: *snerks and cuts a great big lovely slab as big as two pounds of butter stacked one on the other, then brings it over and plunks it in front of him*

Waspy: *is a happy bug*

cake: *has icing! And says, "Happy New Year!" in the cross section*

Spazz: *as she goes to get the next piece of cake* Oh, I'm Spazz by the way.

Terry: *despite being told otherwise, is still imagining a sugar buzzed Waspy, and is thus distracted from not introducing himself.* Terrorsaur... are you sure there's no sugar in that cake?

Spazz: As sure as I am that Mal has no spark. *cuts a small piece for the guy who wanted a small piece, then brings it over and looks to see who that guy was*

Cinnamon: Please don't worry so much, Terrorsaur. I'm sure if anything happens, I can try to counteract it...

Waspy: *were you saying anything? Has cake!*

Rock: I'm Rock. And that's my brother Elec, and my other younger brother X. And that's Zero... he's Elec's younger brother but not mine, and...

Lumine: She asked who we were, not to be bludgeoned with your family tree.

Storm Eagle: Can I go on record as saying I'm not related to any of them?

Spazz: *to Lumine* Hey, kid. Stop harshing the mellow. *cheerful grin without mockery* If he's bugging me I'll tell him. Now who wanted the little piece? *to Storm Eagle* I try that all the time with Vituperation. Nobody believes me.

Rock: Mellow? Like marshmallows? My 'niisan puts those in his tea sometimes.

Zero: I'll vouch for him. Eagle's not a part of any of the Lightbot or Wilybot family mess.

X Light: *just waves, little piece of cake was his*

Spazz: *gives little piece of cake and a smile, which then turns to a grin as she looks at Zero* Whatever you say. You want a big piece of cake, right? *knows the stories about this guy's rep with food*

Zero: Yes, thanks.

Spazz: *cheery sarcasm! She brings back a piece she can barely carry*

Storm Eagle: There is no way you're going to be able to eat all that...

Spazz: Anybody else want some?

Storm Eagle: *hand goes up*

Spazz: How much? Or are you going to steal some of his?

Lumine: *quiet, to Axl* and you were worried about a drinking competition....

Axl: *quiet, back* It's still early

Spazz: I'll get to drinks in a minute. *doesn't look at the two*

Zero: No, he's not

Teal: *oh dear*

Storm Eagle: I'd like a big piece...

Spazz: *points to Zero's* That big?

X Light: *sigh, facepalm, thinking that somehow this is going to end with him having to put them in CR. He's not sure HOW, but it will*

Eagle: *just nods*

Eagle: *competitive birdie glare at Zero*

Spazz: I should mention this is Guardian Fae made cake. You can't get sick on it no matter how hard you try. *goes to get that big piece*

beautiful little femme with what looks like bunny ears: *pauses by the table* The cake is a lie! *runs off cackling*

Spazz: Buzz off, Vi. *doesn't look around as she cuts cake*

X Light: Well, that's a relief....

Waspinator: *looks from bunny-femme to cake and back, confused*

Terry: *sigh* It's real, Waspy. Eat your cake.

Spazz: *comes back with Eagle's cake and plunks it in front of him* Yeah. It's real. Vi's just been hitting the axle grease too hard.

Rock: She can get drunk from axle grease?

Spazz: Nope. It's more like a sugar buzz in a human.

Vi: *somewhere over THERE* It's a lie! *cackle*

Rock: Oh. *to Terry* Is that why Waspinator isn't allowed to...

Terry: *cuts him off* Yes

Nemesis: *wanders over with a big pitcher and glasses of various sizes* Energy drink cocktail? Buck a glass.

Terrorsaur: *looks tempted, but he's technically on the job here*

Lumine: What's the species compatibility for that?

Nemesis: It's made with Monster energy drink, grape juice, and fizzy water. *holographic scroll of the Monster ingredients as she pours a largish glass and sets it in front of Terrorsaur*

Terry: *has nexus currency*

Lumine: *stares at the ingredient list for half a second before saying* So, not compatible with anything sane...

Axl: I'll have one!

Lumine: *mutters something about a proven point*

Nemesis: *pours one for Axl, then kisses Waspinator on the head* None for you.

Waspy: *just bugsmiles* Is ok. Waspinator has cake.

Nemesis: *grins at him, and then looks at the rest of the table* Alright, anybody want to order something while I'm here?

Cinnamon: Ah, do you have any fruit juice..?

Axl: You should try one of these... they're pretty good...

Cinnamon: Well... *considering*

Nemesis: It's good, but it'll have little things like you twitching like scrats.

Cinnamon: I think I'd best pass on that, then.

Lumine: At least with Axl, we might not even notice the difference...

Spazz: *snorts*

Nemesis: I can bring a pitcher of fizzy cranberry juice.

Cinnamon: That sounds nice. *smiles*

X Light: Mind sharing? *doesn't much care for getting drunk... and has an odd sinking feeling as he watches Zero and Storm Eagle decide to order Monster cocktails. The list of ingredients hadn't looked problematic, but he just couldn't shake the feeling this wasn't going to end well*

Nemesis: A pitcher is about twelve glasses for bots your size. If you don't share, you're nuts.

Rock: Do you have hot chocolate? With cinnamon?

Elec: Count me in on sharing the cranberry stuff

Nemesis: *as she pours energy drink cocktail for Zero and Eagle* Spazz, make cinna chocolate for this guy.

Spazz: On it. Want a cinna stick? *heads for the bar standing there and looking slightly forlorn*

Teal and Lumine: *neither says so, but also planning to stick to cranberry juice*

Rock: *just grinning cheerily. yay, chocolate!* Yes, please!

Nemesis: *wanders off to spread the cheer in her pitcher*

Spazz: *soon has a tankard full of delicious creamy hot chocolate with cinnamon in it and is bringing it to the table* *to Zero and Eagle* I'll whip up a pitcher of the Monster cocktail for you two. I might be a little slow though. I don't usually tend bar.

Terrorsaur: I guess we'll be earning our pay for tonight.. *snickers... gets a glare from both Zero and Eagle*

Waspy: *from behind his piece of cake* Dactyl bot is having one of monster drinks too....

Terry: One, Waspinator. I know better.

Spazz: *pauses to glance toward the Prime table, where Rodimus has just settled down with Ironhide, Springer, and Tigatron* Oh great. I would get stuck tending bar with that bunch wanting to drink in all the new years.

Waspy and Terry: *don't immediately notice who she's talking about, as they're busy making a few jokes about the monster drinks... with intent of egging Zero and Eagle on*

Teal: *already trying to think of ways to explain 'daddy got blitzed' to Foal*

fuzzy arms: *suddenly go around Waspy's waist* Waspinator! Remember me?

Waspy: *almost drops bite of cake on whatever hugged him, looks down*

Terry: *looks over and down* What the...

Windstripe: I saw you when I was just new, and I liked you! Don't you remember? Daddy said you might not, but I wanna be your friend. *big beseeching green eyes*

Spazz: *frozen as she waits to see if she'll have to run intervention*

Waspy: *confused* Waspinator is not sure... baby fluffy-bot seems familiar... but is fluffy-bot sure is same Waspinator? Maybe fluffy-bot met alternate, though Waspinator hasn't seen one...

Terrorsaur: Well, I sure don't recognize the kid... *then scoots back in his chair and gets a better look* Ack!

Rock: *peeks under table* Aww, he's cute!

Windstripe: *holds up a coordinate scanner* I'm sure! *offers snuggles and purring*

Waspinator: *offers confused scritches, trying to remember, starts pulling notes and things out of subspace*

Terrorsaur: Waspinator. You still remember Tigatron and Airrazor, right?

Waspinator: *thinks waaay back* Yes... Maximal tiger-bot and bird-bot... *oh, that's why the kid looks familiar*

Cinnamon: Is something the matter? I do think he just wants to be friendly...

Windstripe: They're my mama and daddy. *lays head against Waspinator's leg and looks up at him* We can make friends again if you don't remember.

Spazz: He's harmless. Just a baby. *still ready to intervene if she needs to*

Waspy: *thinks about it, a bit stubbornly* Waspinator will not blame baby for being Maximal. *hugsnuggles the kitten*

Windstripe: Can my friend be your friend too? He's littler than me. *six foot tall babby is down on his knees to lay his head on Waspinator's leg and cuddle*

Terrorsaur: *just sighs, will watch very closely*

Rock: You're really big for a baby...

Elec: Remember those videos of the one the Stardroids had that time..? *he and Rock end up chatting about that*

Waspinator: Waspinator... guess... is safe to meet, at least. Still inside Nexus...

Windstripe: *quietly* Me and my daddy would never hurt you anyway. He says he died to all that foorishness. Um. Fool rish... that's not right. o.0

Dinobaby: *itty bitty guy the size of a human baby of crawling age crawls over and sits up* Foolishness.

Terrorsaur: Ack! *hello top of table* What the pit is that!

Axl: Hey, you almost knocked my drink over....

Storm Eagle: Unless you're planning on dancing for entertainment, Terrorsaur, get down. And if you are, I'm leaving

Zero: At least he missed the cake.

Waspinator: *looks at Dinobaby, looks at cake, looks at Dinobaby, looks at cake* Waspinator was told cake was safe....

Windstripe: That's my friend. He won't hurt you. Spazz is his mama.

Spazz: Uh. He means Terrorsaur didn't step on it, Waspy.

Waspy: *shaking head, to Spazz* No, Waspinator means Waspinator is seeing things that Waspinator should not be seeing.. and Waspinator hasn't had any strange drinks, only cake

Terrorsaur: *getting down off the table, but showing decided reluctance when it comes to putting his ankles in biting range*

Rock: *blinking* Are... are you two scared? Of this little guy? *looks like he'll leave his seat and try to pick Dinobaby up, but Spazz beats him to it*

Spazz: Ohhh. *goes over and hefts the tiny little bot onto her hip* You're not seeing things. Dinobot's a baby chibi.

Windstripe: And my friend. *much purr*

Waspinator: Waspinator work with Lizard-bot... Dinobot... once, long ago. Not for long, though, because Lizard-bot was traitor. Was also bigger... This one... looks the same, but very small. Waspinator is confused.

Terry: You and me both, Waspy

Spazz: *as Dinobaby snuggles against her with a little grumble in response to her rubbing his back* Well, he died. And for some reason Primus sent him back like this.

Waspinator: *quietly* Waspinator knows Lizard-bot died. Waspinator was there. Waspinator only one left, until Dactyl-bot and... *he looks blank for a moment, but can't even recall the nickname he had for Scorponok now*

Terrorsaur: So... that's really him. Or 'a' him, anyway.

Rock: *out of seat, wonders if Dinobaby will let him pet him* I'm still not used to the idea of baby... um *he's not sure what word to use, since Terrorsaur and Waspinator consider 'robot' akin to a racial slur* mechanical babies.

Spazz: Baby Cybertronians? *offers to let Rock take the little bot* *then looks up at Terrorsaur* Yeah, it's really a Dinobot.

Elec: *snerk* I would have thought you would be after the last chibi outbreak at home. Didn't certain nieces and nephews literally cuddle you into a CR trip?

Rock: *aww, babybot! Cuddle!* *then blinks at Elec* It wasn't exactly like that!

Dinobaby: *snuggles close, curling up like a baby* Wanna see Wasp and rrrrnnn Terrorsaur.

Terrorsaur: *looks uneasy about the whole thing*

Waspinator: *also, but... nods*

Rock: *goes over closer to Waspy and Terry*

Dinobaby: *peeks at them. Isn't usually this shy, but he really wants to befriend these two and isn't sure how. Hide face on Rock!*

Waspinator: *is not sure what to think of this behavior from a Dinobot, even a bitty one. Hesitantly reaches out and pats the dinobaby on the head*

Terrorsaur: *is expecting this is where Waspinator will get bitten*

Dinobaby: *startled movement, and then looks at Waspinator with wide optics for a moment. And then... he wibbles as his little face crumples and his arms go out to the wasp bot*

Spazz: *tears herself away to get that pitcher of drink mixed, but is still watching*

Waspinator: *will end up with armload of dinobaby when Rock hands him over, sighs and hugs*

Terrorsaur: *looks at drink* Well, I think I've had enough.

Dinobaby: *quietly* I'm sorry.

Terrorsaur: *oh,... awkward... that's a couple words you don't hear around Preds often... watch him not know what to do about it*

Waspinator: *buzzes softly, hugs the dinobaby...* Most... most was stupid dragon-bot's fault. Was his plan... rest of us just... desperate enough to listen

Dinobaby: I know. *curls up small and cuddles close as Windstripe stands up and puts his arms around Waspinator's shoulders*

Windstripe: *being careful of the wings, even though he really wants to pat them gently*

Dinobaby: I... hrrn, didn't want to die.

Terry: *snerk* Who does? Do you think I dived in that lava on purpose? *isn't sure what to do about this... would have questions... and some accusations... but this Dinobot's a chibi....*

Waspy: *snuggles against the bigger baby and cuddles the smaller one*

Terry: *reconsiders and decides he hasn't had enough to drink after all*

Dinobaby: *quiet look for Terrorsaur* And rrrrrr, Megatron had no honour. *hides face again* Was sssad when I thought you were dead after we rrrrn bugged your base.

Spazz: *brings over the pitcher of drink*

Terrorsaur: *not sure he believes that one, even from a chibi - and isn't going to refill his drink, just finish off the one he started... he's still technically on the job* Why? We were your enemies then.

Dinobaby: *shakes head slightly* Can be enemy, and still remember rrrrrn camaraderie. Fought many battles together.

Terrorsaur: ... maybe. *not admitting a thing*

Zero and Storm Eagle: *refilling their glasses*

Rock: *nods slightly, looks to Elec and then up to the Dinobaby that Waspy's holding* I know what he means...

Elec: *pulls Rock back to his seat and noogies him for good measure* You didn't have a choice, 'niisan. None of us did.

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Tigerhawk: *nods to Rhinox as he returns for another drunk bot to bring home, and then to Dinobaby curled up in the blanket with Lucky* My reality was like theirs. *in other words, no wimp Primal, and no evil sicko Council*

Terrorsaur: I barely get what that means yet, other than different.

Waspinator: *a bit sadly* Is sometimes hard to understand other universes, harder the closer they are to the one you know. Waspinator thinks would seem like it should be the other way around, but it isn't.

Terrorsaur: *sighs* Waspinator likes playing with the kid... I guess... the best I can do is say I'll try to forgive you, especially since you're alts... but if it ever turns out you're lying and your Cybertron really was as screwed up as ours, the deal's off.

Tigerhawk: If I find out that what we have told you is wrong, I will be very angry at Primus, because he is the one who has told it to me. *looks at Windstripe again, and then back up* Someday we would like for our son to be able to call you uncles.

Waspinator: If Primus says is different, then must be... *leaves out the unspoken 'if Tigerhawk is telling the truth about that'. To a pred that would be obvious... at the rest, buzz-sighs* Are still Predacons.

Tigerhawk: So? Some of my best friends are Galvatronians. *knows what they mean in the matter of trust, but wants them to know that faction doesn't matter*

Terrorsaur: *short squawky laugh, tho tries to keep it quiet because of napping babybots* That backs up your story more than anything else... Where we're from, you could get executed for that.

Tigerhawk: *slight grin* The Inferno from our original reality is in charge of the Galvatronian rookies. Threnody no longer loses so many to being tossed into the energon reactor.

Waspinator: Waspinator does not understand any of that... except mention of ant-bot.

Terrorsaur: ... If the kitten wants to stop by and play, or... something... I guess I should tell you where we've been staying. Or is it going to turn out that you already know too...

Tigerhawk: We do not. I am not very familiar with most of the Nexus.

Terrorsaur: *gives directions to where their 'nest' near the Warehouse is...*

Waspinator: *has gone back to buzzing softly to the two babies he's still holding, though trying not to zone out into it too much again*

Tigerhawk: *nods* I will remember. And we hope to see you here again sometimes. *smiles and offers Terrorsaur a datachip* We have been given permission to give this to you and your brother.

Terrorsaur: Maybe... *not sure yet about coming here again. just... maybe. looks at the chip* What is it?

Tigerhawk: A newly created chiproach.

Terrorsaur: *wtf* A what?

Waspinator: *more openly puzzled* Maybe... some things have different names in different worlds? Waspinator knows Waspinator does not recognize this one.

Tigerhawk: A tiny Galvatronian created by Lazerbeak. He wants you to have it as thanks for caring for his young cousin, Lucky.

Terrorsaur: *trying to avoid sinking feeling* Does this fall under Improbable Nexus Kid or Weird Nexus Pet?

Tigerhawk: I do not think he is improbable. But he is not a pet. *gently* It's alright to refuse.

Terrorsaur: *sinking feeling even worse* If it's a kid... I don't think that's a good idea.

Waspinator: Waspinator still does not understand.

Tigerhawk: *nods* It's alright. Windstripe has been asking for a brother, but we do not have the time to care for another normal sparklet. *closes their hand gently around the chip*

Terrorsaur: *nods* Even if Waspinator has some kind of beastmode babysitting instincts... he's not even two decades old if you don't count the years the Maximals stripped out of his mind. *is so used now to the Earth time measurements he hasn't even thought to translate* And me, I might be a handful of years older than Cheetor. Neither of us are going to be planning on kids any time soon.

Tigerhawk: *protective light in eyes now* I will let Lazerbeak know. *looks down at Windstripe as the fuzzball wriggles and fusses* We should go. Thank you. Friends.

Terrorsaur: *hesitates, then just nods.*

Waspy: *also nods, waves bye with free hand... but attention is already back on the two babies he's still holding*

Tigerhawk: *takes Windstripe home*

Spazz: *appears from bringing a big 'Con home and wobbles and winces* Triggerhappy *bleeeepers* can come get their buddies themselves next time. *wears weapon marks*

Waspinator: *just watches, noting weapon marks, but has armload of babies* Is girl-bot ok?

Spazz: Yeah. Rhinox is too. I dropped him off at Hormah's for repairs before I came back to get these guys to bed. And that one. *turns her head quickly to exchange razzes with a little dark blue femme who popped out from behind the remains of the cake to make rude noises at her* Can it, Kriti. *chuckles and turns back to Waspinator* How about eighty bucks and all the cake you can carry off?

Terrorsaur: *starts to agree when Waspy speaks up...*

Waspy: ... And maybe little Lizard-bot can come visit sometimes?

Spazz: Well, why don't you come see him... see us? There's a nice quiet place behind the upper level of the bar where you could sit if you didn't mind my company.

Waspinator: *buzzes uneasily* Waspinator could, but... Waspinator worries... Others all seem to be from very different universes so far, but can't all be different. Waspinator does not want to be found by Maximals... or Dragon-bot... from Universe like Waspinator and Dactyl-bot are from.

Spazz: I can give you a PINpoint. But don't worry. Nem rules this place and keeps it safe, and bots like that never make it to the Dog. I don't think the Nexus likes them.

Waspinator: Waspinator has PINpoint... and internal teleporter, but Waspinator does not like to use that one very much. Makes Waspinator dizzy....

Spazz: Wonder if it's something like being warped by a Skywarp? *finds credit chit and tinkers with a slot on her wrist for a moment, then offers the chit* There's your money. Want coordinates to the bar for the PINpoint?

Waspinator: *starts to say something about Skywarp's teleporting being a mutation... decides not to mention since that might get too close to mentioning Starscream's... besides, he gets distracted.... nods in response to coordinates*

Terrorsaur: *takes the chit, gives Waspy a gentle nudge* Time to say bye to the babies for now...

Spazz: *writes the coordinates on a scrap of paper and gives* Eat that after you get them typed in, okay? *trade paper for bitties?*

Waspinator: *reads the note, hands it to Terry. Buzzes softly and gives babies a last careful snuggle*

Terry: *reads it too... and then eats it. Ick.* We had the CR install the PINpoints internally as a modification to a teleport system our neighbors use. Like Waspinator said, it's a little disorienting... *serious look* but the only way anyone would find out any stored coordinates we have would be to yank it out of our datatrax.... and they'll have to kill us first.

Waspy: *hands over babies, tho not without a little bit of reluctance*

Spazz: *XD and shakes her head as she takes her sons* I meant for Waspinator to eat it. Wasps kind of like paper for house building.

Waspinator: *shakes head, slight giggle* Waspinator uses towels.

Terrorsaur: *slightly dryly* He soaks them in fabric softener, mashes them together, and lets them dry into tunnels.

Spazz: Yeah. I know. *grins at them, and then squints one eye as the little blue femme climbs her back* Have a good night, you two. God bless.

Waspinator and Terrorsaur: *head out for home. Waspy waves bye*

Spazz: *takes her bitties and tKriti and goes to check on her mate. Probably going to sleep at Hormah's tonight*