Howlback shakes her head. What is it with Primalists and cannibalism? She'll never get it. Her father was religious only for his own advancement, after all.

"Glitchmice exist to be eaten. The only other purpose they serve is fucking things up. And that little buzz of static when you crunch them is such fun." She rubs her face against Prowl's. "Maybe you'll want to share my petrorabbit someday, but you're not going to want to eat people, it was never really your thing."

She lets out a long sigh. "Megatron's sire protocols are out of control," she says. "But Ravage and Soundwave have lost so many emberlings before, and he played a big role in keeping this one going. Even if they weren't all married, she's as much his as theirs. Anyhow...not to defend him, he's being ridiculous...but I can ride in you, and then you won't be alone, and if you need your own thoughts, I can be quiet."

"Or Swoop could fly above you," Grimlock offered. "I'm sure he would."

Howlback sends a quick comm to Airachnid and Grimlock, then nods.

"Airy thought you might hurt yourself before i could get here. I can ask my sister to send us a glitchmouse, but there aren't any here. I have six little saurians running around since the eggs hatched and most of them aren't herbivores. If we had any here, the emberlings would be picking them out of the walls."

Once Grimlock's slipped into the room, she removes the cuffs, gently, rubbing his wrists.

Checking to see if he's got any marks on him, there or anywhere else she can see.

Howlback sends word to her sister--Ravage, Soundwave and Megatron are cocooning with their new daughter, but that house is full of people who will be happy to bring over some mice.

To think that there were people who didn't want them to bring any! Turns out a little taste of Cybertron means more to some folks than they thought it did.

"Someone will bring us some," she says gently. "Probably more than one. They know I like them too, and the babies..." She notices his tension drop when she touches him and instinctively jumps up to sit close to him, then beckons Grimlock over. Grimlock smiles at him. "You're going to be okay," he says. "They really fucked with you, but you're safe now."

Howlback sends a quick comm to Airachnid and Grimlock, then nods.

"Airy thought you might hurt yourself before i could get here. I can ask my sister to send us a glitchmouse, but there aren't any here. I have six little saurians running around since the eggs hatched and most of them aren't herbivores. If we had any here, the emberlings would be picking them out of the walls."

Once Grimlock's slipped into the room, she removes the cuffs, gently, rubbing his wrists.

Checking to see if he's got any marks on him, there or anywhere else she can see.

Howlback sends a quick comm to Airachnid and Grimlock, then nods.

"Airy thought you might hurt yourself before i could get here. I can ask my sister to send us a glitchmouse, but there aren't any here. I have six little saurians running around since the eggs hatched and most of them aren't herbivores. If we had any here, the emberlings would be picking them out of the walls."

Once Grimlock's slipped into the room, she removes the cuffs, gently, rubbing his wrists.

Checking to see if he's got any marks on him, there or anywhere else she can see.

He simmers, quietly. Tension coils in his struts.

He waits.

Soon.

Howlback's first inclination is to uncuff him, but he's been calm since they got out of Autobot space and the pull of whatever it is those afthelms call "Primus" should be faint or nonexistent.

"Wait a minute. Who put cuffs on you? Grim wouldn't have done it unless you gave him a reason to, or Airy said you needed them. I want to take them off, you know I don't like seeing you in cuffs, but I need to know what's going on."

He simmers, quietly. Tension coils in his struts.

He waits.

Soon.

"Are you all right?" Howlback inquires. "You look hacked off."

He simmers, quietly. Tension coils in his struts.

He waits.

Soon.

you cannot always be the prettiest or most interesting girl in the room but you can always make everyone the most uncomfortable

"Thank you," Howlback says. Her voice indicates her understanding. "I don't wish to cause you any pain. I am just glad and relieved." And traumatised, but not nearly as much as Prowl is, of course.

And just like that, Prowl is himself again.

He stands. Dusts himself off.

Walks straight to the washracks in his quarters without looking to either side or acknowledging any of the jumble of delayed messages and reports.

Howlback nods. "Not now, I understand, but eventually...eventually we will need to discuss it. Viridian, especially. For her emotional development, if nothing else." She's concerned about the emotionless way he's speaking. That's almost the way he spoke to her when Tumbler was still a problem.

And just like that, Prowl is himself again.

He stands. Dusts himself off.

Walks straight to the washracks in his quarters without looking to either side or acknowledging any of the jumble of delayed messages and reports.

Howlback comes to and looks up at him. "Oh thank Primus you're real. I could so not deal with being your carrier-analogue even if I didn't have all of the others. Ravi took care of you and Viridian helped--I'm so sorry, but I can't be your mother..."

Her optics narrow.

"Are you all right? Do I need to get Grim?" She worries her lip. "Do I need to get Airy?"

And just like that, Prowl is himself again.

He stands. Dusts himself off.

Walks straight to the washracks in his quarters without looking to either side or acknowledging any of the jumble of delayed messages and reports.

Howlback is in there, because Prowl and she and Grimlock all have rooms of their own that share washracks, even if there's usually at least two of them on the recharge slab once they decide to sleep.

She is cleaning up an accidental dragon bite on her arm (and it IS a dragon bite, and not one of the other things Grim and Prowl worry about; she scared the Dinoking trying to help him up when he fell, so now he's fine and she's not.) When she sees him come in, she attempts to stand up and run over toward him, but she crumples halfway across the floor.

She hasn't lost much energon, but the shock and relief all at once combined with the ouch---

And just like that, Prowl is himself again.

He stands. Dusts himself off.

Walks straight to the washracks in his quarters without looking to either side or acknowledging any of the jumble of delayed messages and reports.

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Starscream would like attention now please.

Muse issues

Alcoholism. Amnesia. Anxiety. Appetite Loss. Binge Eating. Co-Dependence. Cynicism. Defensiveness. Denial. Depersonalization. Depression. Derealization. Devaluation. Displacement. Dissociation. Drug Abuse. Dysphoria. Emotional Detachment. Flashbacks. Flat Affect. Guilt. Hallucinations. Hypersomnia. Hypervigilance. Hypochondria. Idealization. Insomnia. Intellectualization. Introjection. Isolation. Low Self-Esteem. Narcissism. Night Terrors. Obsessive Compulsion. Overeating. Panic Attacks. Passive Aggression. Paranoia. Phobias. Projection. Psychosis. Rationalization. Regression. Repression. Restrictive Eating. Risky Sex. Self-Harm. Somatization. Splitting. Sublimation. Suicidal Ideation. Sleepwalking. Suppression. Thousand Yard Stare. Triggers. Trust Issues. Violence. Whiplash. Temper.

...if she's a nurse and I'm former military police I don't think that will decide anything except who has more military training in how to beat people up. Which is me.

also, what, are you going to have a fight with the Ravage who is my sister? i really don't advise that. What's the point? We're each what our own universe needs...

although I have always wondered what it would be like to make out with myself. (My conjunx is now laughing his T-rex-sized aft end off.)

who is the LEAST annoying decepticon (besides soundwave)?

(you can ask the other catsettes questions here too, by the way.)

Technically I am no longer a cop.

I am chair of the Security Committee for the Sanctuary Collective and we don't even have a jail, which I actually like.

(We do have a lockable "sit in here and think about what you did until you're sober and ready to apologise" room though.)

I can't imagine being a medic. I would be terrible at it.

I would have a worse bedside manner than Knock Out does.

Anyhow i think all cougaraiders are inherently cool. Except Stripes because he's a lame-aft who lives with Blaster.

who is the LEAST annoying decepticon (besides soundwave)?

(you can ask the other catsettes questions here too, by the way.)

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who is the LEAST annoying decepticon (besides soundwave)?

(you can ask the other catsettes questions here too, by the way.)

I have identified one (1) advantage of being organic. Organics can be cut off from the internet and their mobile handsets until they are sober.

I was going to confiscate his mobile until Grimlock pointed out that then he would just plug into the system and probably not with his firewalls up.