Flashback - Rockabye - Closed
Jun 21, 2012 22:48:47 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2012 22:48:47 GMT -5
In the last vorn Jazz had learned more than he'd ever thought he'd know about sparkling-rearing. Like what the different whines and chirrs meant. How much energon a sparkling tank could hold. How high up a sparkling could reach if it really, reaaaaaaally stretched.
However, none of this information was helping him at the moment.
And he HAD tried all he could think of: feeding until tired, playing until tired, rocking, humming, singing, telling stories...EVERYTHING.
Bluestreak would NOT fall into recharge.
Eventually, Jazz had abandoned their quarters and attempted Exhaust Sparkling Through Social Interaction. He'd wandered down to the rec room with the sparkling firmly in arm. After laying down Strict Rules Without Which Ironhide Would Kill Them All When He Got Back From His Mission, those in the rec room had taken turns viewing, talking to, and wiggling fingers at Bluestreak (actual touching was still offlimits, as Jazz was half convinced that somehow Ironhide would KNOW, somehow, if non-cohort laid servo on their Little Bundle of Perfection).
Bluestreak had taken it all in with wide optics and restless kicks of little limbs. A few had even gotten a smile and a babble of Bluespeak.
None of it, though, had made those little optics dim.
Jazz moved to walking the halls, which Ironhide had told him once sometimes worked. This had netted him the amazingly adorable sight of Prowl and Bluestreak solemnly fluttering their doorwings at each other, but still no sleepy sparkling.
Jazz, more than ready for recharge himself, was getting a bit desperate. As desperate as Blue was getting cranky, as if his inability to recharge was Jazz's fault.
Jazz sighed. "Oh, Bluelet, what's the matter, hmm? You're full, you're tired, what's the missin' element here, hmm?"
He cast about, trying to think of anything he hadn't tried. Something that would make Blue sleepy....
Blue. Sleep. ...well....that was an idea. And Jazz was just tired enough to risk it.
A ping to the duty roster revealed his quarry was even off-duty. Likely in his quarters.
Jazz made a U-turn in the hall. "C'mon, Blue. Got an idea."
<<Jazz, Blue, and Prime scene. Blue, you want to go next? You two can feel free to move the action to Prime's door, so Prime's first post can have fussy sparkling and tired!Jazz at his door. >>
However, none of this information was helping him at the moment.
And he HAD tried all he could think of: feeding until tired, playing until tired, rocking, humming, singing, telling stories...EVERYTHING.
Bluestreak would NOT fall into recharge.
Eventually, Jazz had abandoned their quarters and attempted Exhaust Sparkling Through Social Interaction. He'd wandered down to the rec room with the sparkling firmly in arm. After laying down Strict Rules Without Which Ironhide Would Kill Them All When He Got Back From His Mission, those in the rec room had taken turns viewing, talking to, and wiggling fingers at Bluestreak (actual touching was still offlimits, as Jazz was half convinced that somehow Ironhide would KNOW, somehow, if non-cohort laid servo on their Little Bundle of Perfection).
Bluestreak had taken it all in with wide optics and restless kicks of little limbs. A few had even gotten a smile and a babble of Bluespeak.
None of it, though, had made those little optics dim.
Jazz moved to walking the halls, which Ironhide had told him once sometimes worked. This had netted him the amazingly adorable sight of Prowl and Bluestreak solemnly fluttering their doorwings at each other, but still no sleepy sparkling.
Jazz, more than ready for recharge himself, was getting a bit desperate. As desperate as Blue was getting cranky, as if his inability to recharge was Jazz's fault.
Jazz sighed. "Oh, Bluelet, what's the matter, hmm? You're full, you're tired, what's the missin' element here, hmm?"
He cast about, trying to think of anything he hadn't tried. Something that would make Blue sleepy....
Blue. Sleep. ...well....that was an idea. And Jazz was just tired enough to risk it.
A ping to the duty roster revealed his quarry was even off-duty. Likely in his quarters.
Jazz made a U-turn in the hall. "C'mon, Blue. Got an idea."
<<Jazz, Blue, and Prime scene. Blue, you want to go next? You two can feel free to move the action to Prime's door, so Prime's first post can have fussy sparkling and tired!Jazz at his door. >>