Transformers Mansion

Vector Prime stands next to Optimus, his hand on his younger sister's shoulder as he glances around the rec room in search of signs of the party that occurred here the night before. He wonders slightly how that party will be affecting the battle to come. Of Lumen's ability to fight even when overcharged he has no doubts, but the two femmes and the medic who'd been involved.... Well, he's seen so many versions of the three that he isn't quite sure what to expect from them.

-They'll probably be fine.- Optimus' optics flash with laughter as she takes advantage of his offline status to communicate with him privately. -I've never seen a Chromia yet who couldn't hold her charge. And she and Lumen will stand by the other two.-

-As you say,- he replies softly, smiling. -Though I would have still wished for more sober troops for such a serious assignment, I know that we have exactly the troop that Primus feels is most appropriate.-

"Right." Optimus gives him a grin, then turns toward the door as they sense the first arrival's approach.

Kimchee watches as the big bots disperse, then scrambles down from where she'd been tucked in the corner of wall and ceiling in the teacher's lounge to sniff at the bits of buzz powder that had managed to wind up on the carpet. Finding no trace of energon in the stuff, she promptly inhales it and makes lip smacking sounds. "Dumbdumbs lost numnums. Kimchee got, Kimchee... ooooo spinny!"

Moments later there's a hopped up Sewercon skittering down the inhabited hall upstairs, scratching at doors and then hiding to watch what happens.

Optimus steps through the portal and looks around the front hall of the mansion, then drops her gaze down to the multicolored cloth wadded up in her hand as the portal closes behind her. Everything seems to be fairly calm and quiet.

She sends out a com message first to her partner, and then another to the resident Seeker. //Starscream, I have your cloth down in the foyer.//

Vector Prime hunkers down to have a closer look at the phenomenon that has taken place in what had been the outdoor hot tub, then dips a finger into the black and bubbling substance and tastes it to be sure of his hypothesis.

"My word... it is!" he says softly as his suspicions are confirmed. "Well, Primus, you never fail to surprise me with your interest in unimportant small details. But I would be lying if I were to say I was displeased with this. Thank you, sir."

This said, the old mech chuckles and checks himself for dirt before slipping into the hot oil, groaning softly as he feels it seep soothingly into his joints. "Ahhhhhh. Yes, thank you indeed."

Lumen arrives. He grunts as he slams into the ground shoulder-first, then lays there with a hand over his spark compartment and just circulates air for a little while before it finally occurs to him that the pain has stopped.

His battle wounds also no longer hurt.

Blinking startled blue optics, the burly dark blue mech sits up and looks around, his surprise growing as he realizes that he's not on the battle field.

"Whoa... what the.... Oh!"

His optics go enormous.

"Oh.... So this is it, huh?" Sorrow passes over his face briefly, and then is replaced by curiosity. "I wonder if Desi 'n Hound 'n Show 'n Streaker are here?"

Grinning now, he gets to his feet and dusts himself off, then heads toward the house he can see a little distance away.

Optimus is in the Danger Room, totally oblivious to the occasional sarcastic comment that comes through the speakers from T'Ai. All her focus is on the moves she's practicing with her twin swords.

Swing. Parry. Slash. Spin away.

She intakes air and moves again, varying the motions just slightly.

The swords seem to flicker with blue flame as they sweep through the space around her, and she carefully moves her mind away from other times when she herself has worn that mantle of power.

My body is different, and so is my spark. But that remains a constant.

Sweep. Slash. Duck. Advance.

So much is gone. And so much is the same. Primus, what will I be when you're finished with me?

Expression still blank behind her battle mask, she speeds up, till the swords are blue blurs around her and the Danger Room echoes with the shuffle of her feet.