Gotta stay up for two more hours to do the nessasary shedule flip...
Anyhow.... here are spoilers from Reunions, which takes place right after the untitled log that I just posted bits from, and covers what happens when those fellows get back to Autobot City...
--You wouldn't believe the chara fight over who got that line...--
Metroplex: Attention! Anomoly detected. Bringing visual on screen....
Jazz: What the...? Aw, man, Metro! And I was almost off duty too. *looks over at the screen*
* Optimus and Magnus pause their conversation, waiting for the report from Jazz and Goldbug*
Jazz: Uh, Prime, you're not gonna believe this. . . .
Goldbug: *tries to peek past Jazz to look, just stares*
Optimus: And what's that?
Jazz: *turns to Prime, completely with a straight face* I see dead people.
The wall com chimed. First Aid started for it, but Ratchet was closer. He slapped First Aid's hand away from the reply button and hit it himself. "Hello?"
"Ratchet? This is Prowl," Prowl said over the comm. "I'm in the records room. Perceptor is unconscious..."
"He... well... he saw me and fainted..."
Beachcomber suppressed a chuckle.
"Just leave him alone a while and he'll be fine then..," Ratchet said. "Maybe you should look up those records in your quarters. It'll give you something to do while you unpack."
"How long do you think it will be before this sort of reaction stops occurring?" Prowl asked.
"I'm not sure... I've found a few things in the medilab I'll need to do something about myself."
"Be seeing you later then," Prowl said.
"Yeah, see ya," Ratchet said, switching off the comm and debating just what to do to First Aid and his pet lamp.
Grimmy: *headed down the hall with Slag*
WJ: *headed for the Romper Room, studying a datapadd rather intently*
Grimmy: *sees Wheeljack and blinks for a second*
Slag: *freezes* Slag: *looks... hurt* *growls a lil, quietly, to Grimmy* Autobots go too far this time. No should joke about this....
Grimmy: *runs up to WJ, picks him up, tosses him over his shoulder fireman style, and starts for the Romper Room at full run.
WJ: Ack! 'ey! Grimlock?
Slag: *stampedes after him*
Slag: *still suspicious it's a joke or worse* Grimlock! *chasing*
Snarl: *in Romper Room, 'guarding' Swoop and Sludge*
WJ: Grimlock, what'erya doin?
"Take you to Romper Room!" the Dinobot leader replied, not slowing down.
"Well, okay, good... I was heading that way myself," Wheeljack said, bouncing helplessly. "But, um, really, Grimmy, I can walk. All new body and everything... fully functional even!"
"Grimlock! Wait!" Slag protested, still chasing the other Dinobot. "What if Autobot trick! No... no can be Wheeljack."
"I am Wheeljack! Slag, honest!" Wheeljack managed to say, between bounces. "Grim, would you please put me down now?"
"No can be Wheeljack..," Slag insisted, looking more hurt than anyone usually saw him look. "Wheeljack... gone..." Slag sat down for a moment in the hall, annoyed at himself for not being able to hide how much this was upsetting him, but made himself get back up and continue to chase Grimlock.
--Don think they believed this at first...--
"It's not a joke, Slag. Primus, I know the Autobots didn't always treat you so well, but it'd never get that bad..."
"Has," Slag growled.
"I... I can't believe that..."
"Believe," Grimlock said. "Explain. Now!"
Snarl, meanwhile, edged closer to Wheeljack. Moving as though he were half sleepwalking, the stegosaurus sniffled at Wheeljack as if in imitation of a large, and confused, puppy.
--The Dinos have had it bad...--
Snarl: *sniffles at Wheeljack some more.... then just flops down beside him like a big puppy and starts crying (quietly)*
Wheeljack: *hunkers down and hugs Snarl* It's okay...it's really me, son...I swear it on my eternal spark...
"Autobot trick bother Swoop," Slag growled to Grimlock. "Him not moving again..."
Swoop: *sways a little back and forth* Can't be....
Snarl: *snuggles like a big Dino-puppy*
Wheeljack: *still hugging Snarl, albeit a little awkwardly* I'm so sorry, son....
Snarl: *very quiet* us miss you....
Slag: *uncertain look, a lil wary... moves a lil closer to Wheeljack*
Wheeljack: I missed you too, Snarl. All of you....
Grimlock: Is real?
"Nobody miss Slag," Slag grumbled. "Slag just mean stupid Dino..."
Snarl: *snuggled as much as is reasonably comfortable, considering he's still in Dino mode*
Wheeljack: I missed you, Slag. And you are not just a mean stupid Dino...!
"Tell that to Autobots," Slag said, moving a bit closer. He sniffled at Wheeljack hesitantly.
Swoop: *rushes forward, pushing past Slag to more or less glomp on Wheeljack and sob silently*
Wheeljack: I p--gack! *gets glomped*
Slag: *curls around and joins the Dino-pile*
Wheeljack: *just barely manages to move enough to look at Grimlock* It was really this bad?
Grimlock: *nods* Was...
Wheeljack: Dear Primus below..... *hugs Snarl, Slag, and Swoop as best he can*
Sludge: *drops down to dino mode with a reverberating thunk and nuzzles Wheeljack right in the face*
--Best Call The Other Daddy--
Slag: *curled near Wheeljack, guarding him... nervous and confused... almost jumps when the door opens*
Ratchet: *notices sobby Dino pile right off....*
Grimlock: *turns and, seeing Ratchet, picks him up in a big hug*
Ratchet: Ooof! *grins a lil and hugs back*
Grimlock: Miss you....
Sludge: *goes over and nuzzles Ratchet in the face* *to Grimmy* Set him down now?
--Wheeljack and Ratch are grampas!--
Wheeljack: *suddenly realizing something* Grimlock, who's "they"?
Grimlock: What mean?
Wheeljack: You and Sludge kept talking about a "they" . . . "they" should be here . . . "they" are coming. . . . Who's "they"?
Slag: *edgy* No 'they'... Autobots stay OUT of Romper Room... us stay IN Romper Room... be safe....
Sludge: *nudges Slag* Not them...others...'member? Grimlock tell them stay away....
Grimlock: Oh...them.... *actually seems embarrassed*
Slag: *jerks a lil, then nods* They safe....
"They not like Autobots... they Dinos," Slag said. "Just... just no could let Autobots think they Dinos..."
Wheeljack: *waiting patiently...not that he can do anything else*
Wheeljack: More Dinobots?
Ratchet: *curious and a lil confused, to 'Jack* Dove's notes didn't say anything about that.....
"Not like you think..," Grimlock said, still looking embarrased.
"They no look like Dinos," Snarl said. "Not safe if Autobots think they Dinos. They Grimlock's."
"Okay, I'm lost," Wheeljack admitted. "Ratch? This making any sense to you?"
Sludge sighed. "Technobots! They have names!"
Grimlock flinched slightly at the mention of the gestalt team. Picking his words carefully, he tried to explain. "I built the Technobots. It is... a long story. I... made them stay away. Safer for them not to be around us..."
"Technobots?" Ratchet asked.
Grimlock: Scattershot, Strafe, Lightspeed, Nosecone, and Afterburner. My . . . sons. . . .
Wheeljack: Your . . . sons?
Grimlock: *nods a little* Is long story.
Scattershot: *opens the door to the Romper Room, then just kinda stands there, not sure what to do*
Other Technos: *standing behind Scattershot*
Slag: *almost jumps when the door opens, but manages not to roast the Technos... moves aside so they can get in*
Ratchet: *looks over*
Scattershot: *quiet* Hullo Slag....*walks in cautiously* Father....?
Grimlock: *looks over* *not sure how to react*
Lightspeed: *eases past Scattershot, since the commander's still kinda standing in the doorway*
Nosecone: *just walks right up to Grimlock and hugs him*
Grimlock: *stunned a bit, then hugs Nosecone*
Afterburner: *lingers by the door*
Strafe: *moves a little further into the room, but jittery*
Nosecone: *lets go of Grimlock pretty quick* *quiet* Sorry....
Grimlock: No...is okay... *faint hint of a smile*
Scattershot: *walks over to Grimlock and bows slightly* Sir, I'd like to know why you changed your mind about us.....
Grimlock: *suppresses a flinch* Was better for you not to share Dino reputation. But....maybe things get better now....
--Sometimes the funniest moments are comments that aren't part of the story--
Ratchet: *just facepalms, then starts to chuckle*
(Ratchet: Get killed just once, and get babysat for the rest of your life.....)
(Swoop: Not funny. )
(Ratchet: *hugs Swoop* I just meant... well... nobody's doing that to Prime....)
(Swoop: No one love him like we love you *hugs Ratchet*)
(*snickers* He's got a point....)
(*to Prime* Guess you're not as important :))
(Ratchet: *stifles a snicker*)
--Nobody saw Nothin...--
Slag: *actually tfs, picks up Wheeljack and just cuddles him like a 3 year old with a stuffed bear*
Wheeljack: *just kinda blinks*
Ratchet: *chuckling, manages to get up*
(Ratchet: Make sure he's not looking for a box and some packing peanuts!)
Slag: *eventually puts down Wheeljack to snatch up Ratchet and repeate the cuddling*
Technos, minus Strafe: *snickering amongst themselves*
Ratchet: *looks down to Wheeljack, joking* So... you think he missed us?
Strafe: *sleeping like a little baby*
Wheeljack: Naaahhhhh *laughs*
Slag: *manages to grab Wheeljack too and hugs them both*
(he's gonna fall over....)
Slag: *barely manages to put them back down when he almost fell over doin that*
Slag: *reverts to Dino mode... kinda embarrased... looks around at room* What?
Ratchet: *chuckles and pats Slag on the frill*
Technos, minus Strafe: *quickly stop snickering and proceed to look as innocent as possible*
--Someone's Holding a Grudge--
Nosecone: (sigh) Afterburner, honestly...
Nosecone: Could you at least try to focus a little more on the positive . . . like the fact that our grandfathers aren't dead?
Afterburner: *to Nosecone* *bitter* I suppose I could, but then I'd be reminded of how our own father pushed us out of his life. Oh, whoops, too late.
Grimlock: *flinches again*
--Loser of the Drinking Contest--
Across the crowded room, Brawn was busy trying to prop Windcharger in a chair so nobody would trip over him. Windcharger just fell back out of the chair, so Brawn gave up and shoved Windcharger out of the way under the table instead.
And have an hour left online, and Mark's on... so gonna try to get some more "Gateways" stuff done...