Mar. 23rd, 2008 @ 05:17 am
Bee pauses to watch the shell, scanning it curiously as her little green daughter beeps on her back. "Hmmm. Poems I don't know a lot of, but when Jazz sings me his version of 'Tiny Dancer'... yeah, I like that one."
She'd been thinking of Cybertron as she walked, so her radio is still softly playing 'Heaven's Dead'.
"Music can make anything better. I like to try and put some of my favorite poems to music, when I can." And in her misspent youth, she sang to lure sailors to wreck their boats, but that's better left unmentioned.
Bee's still watching the shell as she nods. "It's easier to say how you feel, sometimes, than with words. English words, anyway."
Then she looks at the other femme. "I'm Bumblebee, and this is Honey."
"It is," she replies. Though, now that she thinks about it, she hasn't sung much. Outside of her shell, at any rate.
"My name's Delphia." She points to the water. "And that's Akeakamai. She's designed as my Pretender shell, but she's taken on a bit of a personality of her own."
"Delphia?" The yellow femme looks at her with more interest, momentarily distracted from asking about Pretender shells. "Do you know a furry Ratchet?"
Yes, Delphia, this is the Bumblebee who gave Shockwave the questionable energon.
"That would be my
Ratchet," she says with a smile. "You've run into him around here? I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not. He's..." She's having a few challenges, putting the right words to things. "Not always the happiest."
"He's officially crashed at our base, though I haven't seen him around. That doesn't actually mean he hasn't been there, though... the place is huge."
Honey beeps and giggles at that, then hops down from Bee's back and goes to see the pretty swimmy thing.
"He wanders around a bit," Delphia says. "Sampling the high grade and getting the lay of the land, no doubt."
Ake notices the child and swims to the water's edge and clicks a few times, pressing her snout on the ground, inviting the child to pet her.
Honey squees and wades in to try and give her a hug.
And Bee chuckles. "If he sticks around long enough 'Hide or 'Mia, or Dev'll teach him how charge up from the power lines."
Then she tilts her head. "I wonder what they'd think of a polar bear wandering around in Nevada?"
The dolphin "stands" on its tail in the water and lets the child hug her. Ake's been watching too many videos on SeaWorld.
"Oh, he doesn't need the energy to charge up." She chuckles. "I wonder if they'd try to lock him up in a zoo somewhere."
"They do it to get jacked up." Bee watches her daughter with a motherly air that seems a little odd on the little soldier... but no more odd than her 'free Tibet' bumpersticker, tiny rhinestone blings, and the yellow ribbon magnet she's got on her shoulder. Ever the culture junky, Bumblebee has made herself right at home on Earth.
The thought of Ratchet getting caught and put in a zoo makes her facepalm and squeak slightly. "Oh man... I hope not."
"In that case, we probably should keep Ratchet away." She smirks, secure in the knowledge she's one of the few who could get away with talking like this about him. She takes a moment to admire Bee's collection. "No fuzzy cube things, yet?"
"And Ratchet at a zoo would be a very shortlived thing, I'm sure. I could only imagine the new words the school children would learn."
"Nah." She laughs. "I have a disco ball. And my promise bling. Rap got the fuzzy dice."
Then she blinks. "Yeah, something like the words the young 'bots around the base have learned from Ironhide. Though the only one I've actually heard use them is our Ratchet's daughter."
A snerk gets away from her. "And then Ratchet went to the garage and tipped Ironhide over onto his roof where he was sleeping off a charge."
Delphia snickers. "That's the one bad thing about Ratchet's beast mode. I can't give him embarrassing things to decorate with."
"That does sound like our universe," she says with a smile. "I miss things like the Dinobots chasing Cliffjumper around the halls."
Bee projects a little picture of Jazz's little silver car alt, all decked out with spinning hubcaps, glowing windshield wiper thingies, and other bling. Oddly enough, it looks good on him. Bee things it looks very good.
She bought it.
"Get him stuff for his 'Bot mode? Though if he's anything like our Ratch he wouldn't wear it."
She sobers slightly at Delphia's next words, remembering the friend who fell at the battle of Tyger Pax, but all she says is, "Do you have someplace to stay?"
She laughs at the image. "Nice." And she gets a mischievous smirk. "Oh, if I got Ratchet something, he'd wear it and like it." Actually, she kinda doubts that. But it's fun to say, at any rate.
"I'm not really sure, yet. I've been so busy wandering, I haven't really thought about it." She gestures to the shell in the water. "She sort of limits me in the home market."
Bee's got to chuckle at that as she remembers how Dev sometimes rides herd on the Ratchet she knows. "I dunno, our Ratch's sparkmate hasn't got him on the DDR yet." She follows Delphia's gaze. "We've got a huge pool in the public wash racks."
"DDR? That game all the Minibots loved to play?" She snickers. "I can't even imagine Ratchet trying that. Couldn't have been any worse than Grimlock, though..."
"That could work," she says with a nod. "I guess I'm still clinging to the hope that we can get our home back, somehow. But it doesn't seem likely."
"Try watching a twenty something foot femme with a shuttle alt mode play it." Bee chuckles, and then adds gently, "Hey, it's just a place to stay. Not a new home. Not unless you want it to be."