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Nexus. Over there somewhere. Quiet time.

Blackout scratches at a nearly healed wield, then blinks at Scorponok where he's passed out cold in a crack in her armor before making a sound of content boredom and looking over at the sand pile that Hormah's vanished into. There's absolutely nothing going on, nothing to destroy anywhere near (or that she feels like destroying, anyway), but the big femme's happy to just sit and watch the nothing happen for now.

The sandpile spouts slightly and then beeps before falling silent, and she cocks an optic at it and snorts before leaning back and looking at the sky.

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"Uh huh. Six of us. Numbers are so Da and Da can tell us apart." Five's brothers start mimicking her, one scrubbing the others' back with his wheels.

"Oh, so you guys actually do things the sane way? They don't do that in the Nexus. Got all these femmes dating guys and guys dating human chicks and don't get me started on the humans." Snowcat kicks the sand, clouding up the water around his feet.

She gives up on the glass and sets Five down, then holds out her hand for one of the other two. "Ah. T'others with t'other guy, eh?"

"Dating human chicks...." Blackout rumbles with disgust, then grabs a handful of sand herself and absently scrubs at a spatter of glass on her arm. "Yes, I know about the Nexus. I'll never sit on a couch again."

"Dunno." Zambonishrug. "Maybe. We just went out to play and then Da followed."

"Bad enough the fleshies do it, don't see why we need to follow." Snowcat rubs at his backside in annoyance.

"Ah." Hormah grabs another and starts scrubbing him. "Yer base in t' Nexus too, then?"

Blackout shrugs, then frowns at him. "Turn around."

"Sometimes. It moves a bit."

Snowcat looks at her suspiciously. "Why, what d'you want to do to me?"

"Get that lump of glass off your aft without touching you."

Hormah finishes scrubbing the second zamboni and reaches for the third.

"It better not be with anything pointy." Reluctantly he turns around, looking over his shoulder at her.

The third practically leaps into her arms. "Are you a parasite too?"

"Wade out so it's not under water," orders Blackout.

"Parasite, b'y? I's fer bein' a Decepticon warrior." Hormah chuckles and starts scrubbing him.

Snowcat hmphs, then hovers up a bit and stands on the surface of the water, skiis flipped down. Better?"

"Oh." The zamboni mulls this over. "We're Decepticons and parasites at the same time."

Whatever Hormah might have said to that is smothered in a beep of surprise as Blackout hits Snowcat in the aft with a blast from a gun. It melts away the glass.

It also heats up his backside, but she imagines that he's got the sense to dunk it. And she's pretty sure that the AV feild works in these canyons.

Snowcat shrieks and goes flying, hitting the water belly-first and sinking to the bottom. At least his backside's cooling off a bit.

And the zambonis just giggle, because they know their Da and he gets pushed around a lot.

The hiss and fizzle makes Hormah beep with amusement, but then she stops and watches as Blackout realizes that the smaller 'Con hit the deep and rocky spot and could be several foot down there.

The bigger femme tilts her head. //You alright?//

Snowcat's already several feet down and rather miffed. He lets off a few bubbles and flicks on his headlights before walking up the rocks again.

"Da went down!" To the zambonis, of course, this is hilarious.

Blackout reclines as she tracks his movements, absently noting the hilarity of his minions. Her own is a little more respectful. A little. She knows by now that that beeping is amusement.

Snowcat's head pops up out of the water. "What the heck was that about?"

And more giggling as Snowcat comes up again, blowing water out of the air filters in the front of his mask.

"What?" Blackout frowns at him absently as she sets a more wakeful Scorponok in the water to paddle around her.

"You didn't say you were gonna blast me!" In retaliation Snowcat fires off a few missiles and freezes the water around her body.

She hastily smashes her fist into the ice and retrieves Scorponok, irritably comming Hormah to put her guns away. "You'd rather have a blob of glass on your aft?"

"I'd rather get a little warning first." Snowcat glares at her from behind his mask and stomps over to go stand on one of the rocks, pointedly keeping his aft turned away from her. "There's already someone with a claim on my backside and you ain't him."

Her optics roll, and then she decides that her bath is past salvaging and heaves herself free before leaping into the air and landing on the shore. Once there she settles to deicing herself and rumbling.

Hormah, in the meantime, thinks the ice is great and is all for setting zambonis on it.

The zambonis immediately go skidding around the ice and knocking into each other gleefully. Their little tires are excellent at clinging.

-Will not try and make the yodeler dance. Will not try to make the yodeler dance. Will not try and make the yodeler dance,- Blackout is telling herself sternly as Scorponok chitters and helps with the de-icing.

Hormah leans her elbows on the ice and candidly wonders to her playmates what sort of 'aft head' messes up a bath.

Snowcat would also not approve of having to dance, although if asked he wouldn't see anything wrong in what he's done. He rarely does.

The zambonis tilt their heads slightly. "Da didn't mess it up. There's still lots of water."

"Yeah, b'y. But we can't bath in it no more."

Lol, what Decepticon does?

"Can too. Just go down the beach."

Usually it takes Demolishor punching him in the face to get the idea in.

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