dreadVerse. The Ark. Bringing Psych to visit.

[slag-megs.livejournal.com]

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Jazz winces as he stumbles over the leg of a mech who's recharging on the floor of the rec room, muttering an apology and picking his way carefully away from him. To his relief that guy's the only one sleeping in here right now. If First Aid and her sisters had been on recharge cycle he and Psych would have been out of luck getting out of here without stepping on anyone.

"Jazz?" Perceptor sits up to blink at him wearily. "I had thought you to be recharging."

"Nah, Percy, I couldn' sleep. You go ahead 'n use my berth if ya want. Just you 'n Kia don't do any funny business."

The red mech gives him a puzzled look, and he shakes his head. "Never mind, man. Go ta bed."

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[slag-megs.livejournal.com]

"C'mon, you don't gotta have yer mind on funny business ta see if a femme's pretty. Ya notice flowers 'n sunsets?"

[silenceandpsych.livejournal.com]

"Sure I do."

[slag-megs.livejournal.com]

"Well you can lookit the ladies the same way." He slows and looks into the mess hall, noting that Inferno, Firestar, and Red Alert are linked together with wires so that they can have a private talk despite the clamor and noise. It's a little strange to see a mech linked in that way to a femme that he's not bonded to, but those three have been nearly as close as twins since before they ever got to academy.

"You wanna drink, kid?"

[silenceandpsych.livejournal.com]

Psych quirks an optic ridge. "I thought I was here to help, not to socialize."

[slag-megs.livejournal.com]

"Was just wonderin' if you were hungry." Jazz nods to Diehard and Ironhide, then turns back down the hall.

[silenceandpsych.livejournal.com]

"There's plenty of energon back at the safe house. I don't need to take any of yours."

[slag-megs.livejournal.com]

The silver mech just snorts at him and pauses to knock very gently on the door of a storage closet.

There's a pause, and then it opens from the inside and a tiny, neon pink and green femme looks at them from where she's perched on the edge of a shelf above their heads. "Whaddya want?"

"Hey, Rewind." Jazz grins up at her gently. "Jes' brought somebody ta talk ta Valley."

"Oh." She scrambles down to the bottom shelf and looks under it. "Someone ta see you, Mom."

[silenceandpsych.livejournal.com]

Psych blinks several times before sending a private transmission to Jazz. //Wow. Those are very... bright colors.//

A pause, then, //Why are they in a closet?//

[slag-megs.livejournal.com]

//Wind's always ben loud. 'N man... you gotta ask that after you saw Percy sleepin' on the floor in there? We're packed solid here.//

A very small human woman steps out and looks up at them as Rewind flips over the edge of the shelf and goes inside the tiny apartment underneath, her amber eyes weary and shadowed. "Um... hi?"

[silenceandpsych.livejournal.com]

//Hey, he could've just decided to take a nap in there. Or something.//

Seeing the small human, Psych lowers down to a kneeling position on one knee with a small, friendly smile identical to the one Gen wears on his faceplates. "Hey there. I take it you're Valley? I'm Psych."