othmtmte. /Skyroller/. Iaso

[marsthewriter]

Jazz: *bopping around the recroom, singing to herself quietly* *if there is music, it's in her head*

"Little Sister": *walks into the room, happily looking down at herself again. It seems her talk with her brother has put her more at ease in regards to her body, and she doesn't see Jazz right away*

Jazz: *spots the little blue lady and stops dancing to walk over, her grin wide beneath her bright visor* Hey, Little Sister. I gotcha somethin'.

Little Sister: *realizes that Jazz is in the room* Oh, hello, Jazz. *looks surprised* What did you get me?

Jazz: *holds out her hand, moving slowly so she doesn't startle the street-raised girl* S'a book.

Little Sister: *looks down at what Jazz is offering her, glancing quickly to the sides before she accepts it*

Jazz: *softly* If ya touch a word, the book reads it. *normal tone of voice* So whatsnoo?

Little Sister: *Makes out the Iaconian title "How We're Built"* *has a feeling that this will help her figure out all of the Iaconian glyphs* Thank you. *hugs the book to her chest* *frowns in thought as she tackles Jazz's question*

Jazz: *affection in her grin as she waits for the young girl to reply*

Little Sister: *still not sure how to answer Jazz's question, but here's her attempt* Um, I'm not sure. Not much new I guess. I've been doing a lot of thinking and researching. *or trying to research, anyway, she adds in her head*

Jazz: Yeah? What kinda research? *absent glance toward the door and then focuses again on Little Sister*

Little Sister: *gonna move a bit further away from the door* It's a bit . . . complicated.

Jazz: S'jes Garnak. *warm, supportive, but low key sympathy* Anythin' you kin talk about?

Little Sister: *looks more relieved* Worrying mostly. Been concerned about Random, although I'm sure he's in good hands with First Aid.

Jazz: *soft chuckle* Yeah. 'N Garnak's lady'll keep 'im safe, too.

Little Sister: *little chuckle* But that still hasn't stopped me from reading everything I can find on sparks to see what shoving ours into drone bodies when we were too young did to us.

Jazz: *grin* Y'want me ta look up some more easy-type books on all that?

Little Sister: If you can find any. . . . What I'd like is something with lots of information about it.

Jazz: *wider grin* No problem. *nods toward the book the young girl is hugging* Take a peek at that one.

Little Sister: *looks down at the book she's hugging* *holds it out so that she can see its face and taps it*

book: *lights up a nicely decorated and very interesting cover page, which asks her if she wants to read the text or ask specific questions*

Little Sister: *since she's here, taps one of her questions into it, curious about what result it will give her*

book: *text and diagrams!*

Jazz: One tap reads a word. Two taps tells ya what it means.

Little Sister: *looks up at Jazz briefly* *double taps on a word she's having issues deciphering*

book: *explains the word in a kindly Optimus voice*

Jazz: *mrphs a chuckle when she hears the book's voice*

Little Sister: *surprised!* *was NOT expecting to hear Dad*

Jazz: *quietly* Heh.

Little Sister: How did . . . ?

Jazz: *softly* There's a place that makes special books. Op went there this mornin'.

Little Sister: Oh. *still a bit confused*

Jazz: What's wrong, baby?

Little Sister: Wouldn't it have taken a long time to record all the definitions?

Jazz: *considers. Then offers an explanation that doesn't include inter-reality travel* Remember when Hardhead met himself comin' down the hall the other day 'cause he pressed the button on Optimus's teleporter?

Little Sister: Yes. *thought that was odd*

Jazz: *hand gesture indicates that the book can be blamed on similar science*

Little Sister: *looks down at the book, still confused, but shakes her head at it*

Jazz: *gently* Kinda all I kin explain right now. Op's orders.

Little Sister: Oh. *that's a much better response in her mind.* *she trusts Dad's judgement*

Jazz: *grins and nods to the book* Zat what you needed?

Little Sister: Yes. I think it will help a lot. *will shut the datapad down for now*

Jazz: Sweet! *glance toward the door and a snerk*

Little Sister: *looks where Jazz is looking*

Jazz: Wheelie 'n the drone're talkin' again.

Little Sister: Oh. *seems a bit distracted*

Jazz: *softly* What's on yer mind?

Little Sister: *attention to her body again as she smiles. But then frowns and looks at Jazz for a few long moments, not sure if she should bring up what's on her mind*

Jazz: *settles to one knee, her optic band intent on the little blue lady's face*

Little Sister: *well, since Jazz is shorter than her now, will lean in a bit closer so as not to be heard* Did you know Prowl . . . ? *and then be unable to complete her thought*

Jazz: *taps her chest over the spark compartment* *that?*

Little Sister: *pause for a moment* *eager nod, hoping that Jazz actually understands what she's saying*

Jazz: *very softly* Somebody hurt 'er a long time ago.

Little Sister: *frowns as she lets what Jazz said soak in*

Jazz: *expression holds gentle compassion as she watches the girl think*

Little Sister: *hugging her datapad again* *trying to figure out how to say what she's feeling*

Jazz: *softly* There's nothin' wrong with bein' a lady.

Little Sister: Then why . . . ?

Jazz: *quietly* Because she's gotta be in control.

Little Sister: Oh.

Jazz: *holds up a hand and looks toward the door, then snerks as she hears Prowl's ire breaking over Wheelie and the drone's heads*

Wheelie: *laughter cuts through the angry words in the hall* Wheelie has a happy day. You couldn't hear what Primes did say.

Prowl: *argh!*

Wheelie: *words trailing off into the distance* Run away run away, hurry hurry, this I say!

Drone: *DEEDLEBEEP!*

Little Sister: *unconsciously steps so she's not in line of sight of the door*

Jazz: *stands and puts a soothing hand on the little girl's shoulder* She ain't comin' in here.

Prowl: *more breathless cussing, and then stomps away in the other direction*

Jazz: *slowly shakes her head*

Little Sister: *doesn't relax until she can't hear the stomping anymore*

Jazz: *softly* Can't nobody be happy tryin' to be somethin' they ain't. *has this got something to do with why she plays the loud music that sometimes has Optimus scolding?*

Little Sister: *shakes her head: doesn't seem like it!*

Jazz: *free hand in front of Little Sister. Hand holds a pale green, slightly shiny, and squishy item*

Little Sister: *looks to see what it is*

Jazz: *grins without looking down* Tasty.

Little Sister: Oh. *moves to take it and eat it* *yum!*

Jazz: *chuckles and looks down at her with a friendly grin*

Little Sister: *smiles back* Thanks.

Jazz: They call 'em packin' peanuts. 'N I got that one from Wheelie.

Little Sister: He's pretty good at finding things.

Jazz: Kid after my own heart. *chuckles, though behind the grin her attitude says she's ready to listen or talk more if you want*

Little Sister: I think I'm getting closer on settling on a name. *remember the list she's been musing over Jazz?*

Jazz: *grins* Yeah?

Little Sister: Do you remember the name Iaso?

Jazz: *nods* Sure. Like the tea 'n data cloud from Earth.

Little Sister: What?

Jazz: They use Iaso fer the name of a drink made from plants. It's supposedta clean out bad organic code.

Little Sister: *blinks at that*

Jazz: *slight grin* *yeah, how 'bout that?*

Little Sister: *the name fits better than you know, Jazz!* Really? That helps, actually. It's the name I like best from the list, but I wasn't sure if it'd be too forward.

Jazz: *softly* Sounds like it fits like a glove.

Little Sister: *small smile, and then double takes at Jazz's whisper* Wait, do you . . .?

Jazz: *grin is warm and reassuring* S'my job ta know things.

Little Sister: *slight relief* Does Dad . . .?

Jazz: Knows you got somethin' special goin', but not what it does.

Little Sister: *deep sigh*

Jazz: *quizzical brow quirk*

Little Sister: *realizes something* I don't know why I'm acting like this.

Jazz: *shoulder squeeze* You should'a seen how Trailbreaker acted when he realized there was somethin' he could do.

Little Sister: How did he act?

Jazz: Why're we still whisperin'?

Little Sister: *frowns* *is sure there's a good answer to that*

Jazz: *grin goes a little sad* He started hatin' himself.

Little Sister: *more frown* *and comparing that to what she's been doing*

Jazz: *another comforting shoulder squeeze* Fancy superpowers ain't illegal anymore. Optimus useta work with a whole team 'a bots with 'em.

Little Sister: Dad told me that Windcharger has a magnetic ability.

Jazz: *laughs out loud, though it's soft* Yup. Magic arms.

Little Sister: *slight smile at Jazz's comment, and more thinking about her own reaction*

Jazz: 'N then there's me.

Little Sister: Oh? What about you?

Jazz: I'm stealth 'n recon, right? *griiin*

Little Sister: *not sure where Jazz is heading with this* *slowly* Right.

Jazz: *folds out her speakers and lets loose a boom of Oldies Rock*

Hardhead: *in the distance* JAZZ, YOU'RE BREAKIN' MY BRAIN!!!!

Little Sister: *little giggle*

Jazz: *belly laugh and more music*

Elita: JAZZ, DON'T MAKE ME COME IN THERE.

Jazz: *cackle!*

Little Sister: *needed a laugh, even if in the back of her mind she doesn't think she should!

Wheelie: *happy comment about boogieing with Elita*

Hardhead: TURN IT OFF!

Sky Lynx: *requests Bon Jovi over the common channel*

Jazz: *'Livin' on Prayer'!*

Hardhead: *stops in mid-yell. Seems he liked this one*

Little Sister: *contented sigh*

Garnak: I love this noise.

Hardhead: It's music, bonehead.

Garnak: I still like it.

Jazz: *puts the speakers away after the song ends, then laughs as Hardhead protests that too* So yeah. That's me.

Little Sister: *nods in agreement* I've made my decision.

Jazz: *encouraging and inquiring grin*

Little Sister: My new name is Iaso.


((co-written with random_xtras))