dreadVerse. The Ark. Bringing Psych to visit.

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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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[silenceandpsych.livejournal.com]

Psych looks around curiously. "This... does not look like a planet-side base. Donde esta?"

[slag-megs.livejournal.com]

"It's on Earth. We just parked the Ark." Jazz checks on Bumblebee, who's still snuggled in Psych's arms, then turns and crutches toward the door.

[silenceandpsych.livejournal.com]

"Huh. Less orange than the other Ark." Psych readjusts his hold on Bee and follows Jazz, trying to step lightly and avoid waking anyone else that might be around.

[slag-megs.livejournal.com]

"They repainted in here after Ironhide smeared Ratbat across the wall." The silver mech passes into the very orange hallway and turns right.

[silenceandpsych.livejournal.com]

As he follows Jazz into the hallway, Psych blinks hard and twitches backwards, much like how a dog would pull back from an odd smell. "Yep. There's the optic-shattering orange I remember."

[slag-megs.livejournal.com]

Jazz chuckles, then pauses and looks up as a tall, slender white and red femme stops to look down at him. "Sup, First Aid?"

"Up... oh, right. I understand." She shakes her head and laughs at herself softly. "I was just wondering who your friend is."

[silenceandpsych.livejournal.com]

Psych leans to the side to glance around Jazz, grinning and waving. "Yo!"

[slag-megs.livejournal.com]

"This's Psych," says Jazz. "A friend 'a Dready's."

"Oh. Does he know...."

"No." Jazz cut her off. "He don't know where he is. He's here ta talk ta Valley."

[silenceandpsych.livejournal.com]

Psych might be willing to offer to have Gen go out and look for Dready, but that would be admitting to certain things that he would rather not happen just yet, if at all, thankyouverymuch.

"Figured I couldn't mess her up any more than she already is." He gets a playfully contemplative look on his face. "Or could I?" Psych strokes an imaginary goatee 'thoughtfully.'

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First Aid looks distressed. "Oh, that isn't funny. She's been through a lot."

[silenceandpsych.livejournal.com]

"I never claimed to have tact. And yeah, she's been through a lot. So've I, so I know better than to say anything like that to her face."

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That nets him a look of gentle concern that makes it plain that the medic in First Aid is ready to offer any aid he might require.

[silenceandpsych.livejournal.com]

This gets a X3 face from Psych as he reaches over to pat Aid on the head. "D'aww, you're so cute when your worried~"

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The shy femme sputters slightly, unsure of how to reply, but then blinks and meeps as Jazz gives her a friendly hip bump in passing.

"Don't mind him, girl, he's just a joker."

[silenceandpsych.livejournal.com]

He flashes a cheesy grin. "Ah-yep!"

[slag-megs.livejournal.com]

Jazz leads the way down the hall as First Aid goes into the rec room and closes the door, then says sadly, "That's a sweet looking lady."

[silenceandpsych.livejournal.com]

Psych shrugs. "I guess."

[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?//