Minor Morning Chaos

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Op:  *sitting in the kitchen sipping curiously from a mug full of something that she just brewed up from the 'instant coffee' jar*

Desinex: *not awake enough to be completely aware of her surroundings. It's only by sheer dumb luck that she even finds her way down to the kitchen*

Lumen:  *is that horn that's being blared outside*

Optimus:  *tells him to stick a sock in it over open comms, then looks around and nods to the blue femme*  Desinex.  You don't look like you're ready for morning yet.

Desinex: *bleary blink blink*

WakeJumper: *challenging honk for Lumen, though he's farther away from the Mansion, having been up early for a go around the lake*

Optimus:  *offers Desinex the 'coffee'*

Desinex: *takes a few moments to register the offer, then she's slowly reaching for the cup*

Lumen:  *very loud technogothmetal song about partying*

Optimus:  *gives mug and goes and sticks her head out the kitchen window to verbally suggest the sock*

Lumen:  *changes to a song that mentions socks*

Desinex: *blink blink, sip*

Optimus:  *face. palm. as she withdraws her head from the window*  //WakeJumper, see if you can't wear that drunken old reprobate down and get him interested in bed.//

WakeJumper: //Alright. No guarantees though...// *Revvs engine in challenge as he speeds past Lumen*

Lumen:  *paintballs him right in the windshield*

WakeJumper: ... *oh, it's ON now, Lumen! Prepare to meet the confiscated prank arsenal of the Lambos of Wake's original reality!*

Optimus:  *unaware of this as she resumes her seat at the table and happily munches on fake breakfast cereal*

Desinex: *makes a soft noise of approval as she starts to wake up more*

Optimus:  Not a morning bot?  Or were you helping Chromia practise her bartending skills too last night?

Desinex: *slight grump, though she does seem to like the 'coffee'* Mornings are never a good time for me.

Optimus:  Hmmm.  *eat eat eat!  Good sweet stuff*

Desinex: *nursing her 'coffee' a bit, a slightly distracted look in her optics*

Optimus:  Is something wrong?  *doesn't look around as the sound of something large hitting the pool water reaches her audio receptors*

Desinex: *startles, before shaking her head* Sorry... just remembering...

Perceptor: *making his way to the kitchen, already has a mug of the TF-equivalent of tea* Oh! Good morning, Optimus. ^_^

Optimus:  *stops what she'd been going to say to Desinex and smiles at the mech who she'd been able to share the full experience of the River with*  Good morning, Perceptor.  How did you sleep?

Perceptor: Quite well, thank you. Chromia is still recharging with her head on the bartop, however... *concerned*

Optimus:  *pours herself another bowl of cereal and adds sweet energon*  She'll be alright.  I'm not too sure about our pool, though.

Desinex: ... *moving to see if she can't get a look at what's going on*

Perceptor: *concern grows* Oh dear... is there a problem with it?

Optimus:  No.  Just two bots having a friendly fist fight in it.  *eats more*

Perceptor: ...*not sure if he should be worried, since Optimus doesn't seem terribly concerned*

Desinex: ...*heads out to the pool area to throw a pool toy at the two scuffling mechs and to tell them off*

Optimus:  Since one of them's our medic we probably won't have to worry about yelling or wrench throwing from him.  *offers the box to Perceptor*  Cereal?

Perceptor: *curious, accepts the box and gets a small handful of the cereal. Then he's having a taste of the handfull of cereal*

Optimus:  You usually pour it into a bowl and add sweet liquid, like this.  *offers him a spoonful of her own*

Perceptor: *intrigued noise as he tries the spoonful*

Optimus:  *chuckles as he eats it, and then resumes using the spoon to shovel wet cereal into her own mouth*  What do you think?

Perceptor: I find this most intriguing... I wonder if such fuels will be available to the Cybertronians of my original reality...

Optimus:  I don't think anyone in mine has ever thought about it.  *finishes the cereal and drinks the last of the energon*  We didn't even make energon like this.

Perceptor: *having more dry cereal and giving Optimus a curious look*

Optimus:  *goes to the sink and washes the bowl and spoon as she's seen humans do on television, then puts them on the rack and turns to see his look*  Hmm?

Perceptor: *finishes the bite he was chewing, before asking* How is energon made in your native reality, if I may ask?

Optimus:  Actually, energon itself was mined.  *perches skidplate on the counter in front of the sink*  And then we'd use it to charge things.  No one thought of liquefying and drinking it.

Perceptor: *blink blink* Most curious... the energon that I am most familiar with is in liquid form...

Optimus:  *nods*  I've noticed that's the common form in most realities.  And that in many realities Earth hasn't got any.

Perceptor: I see... That does make sense, considering the Decepticons of my native reality used Earth's resources to produce energon...

Optimus:  And the Autobots of your reality used that energon to make explosions.  *slight, wry half smile*

Perceptor: ... *baffled look*

Optimus:  When they went to stop the Decepticons.

Perceptor: oh... True... though Wheeljack's inventions, and some of the arsenal of our crew tended to be much more efficient...

Optimus:  *chuckles and then turns to look into another cupboard, seeing that all the 'beer' bottles have been moved somewhere else*  None of my old crew were very explosive.  At least till Red Alert and Scattershot became the Cybertron Defense Team.

Perceptor: *blink blink, confused mech is confused*

Optimus:  *notices his silence and turns toward him quizzically*

Perceptor: Cybertron Defense Team?

Optimus:  Yes.  That's what they called themselves.

Perceptor: *makes a soft "Hrmm" sound, will go and puzzle over this for a bit as he drinks his 'tea'*

Optimus:  *watches him go, then tidies up the kitchen and goes to see what's going on at the pool*

((Co-written with random_xtras))