Twila@M3 - Thursday, November 04, 1999, 3:05 PM -----------------------------------------------

================================Rock's Quarters================================

Rock's Quarters is a well done mix of official and casual, the walls are plain white, in the small spots where you can actually -see- the walls. Awards, certificates, pictures, and posters adorn the walls, all in a mesh of Rock the hero and Rock the fun loving guy. In the corner lies his desk, next to it, a small wastepaper basket. His bed is quite large, and lies in the center of the room against the far wall. The headboard serves as a shelf as well, and on them, several pictures and small toys and models. An entertainment center sits opposite the bed, containing a television (or at least the equivalent of which in this day and age) as well as some game systems and a stereo. A bookshelf takes up nearly all of the free wall, showing Rock's secret love of reading, as well as his love for toys and models, which occupy some of the shelves as well. A large window lies above the bed, allowing light to shine down upon it during the day, and giving him a good look at the night sky after hours. A door leading to the bathroom is located next to the bed opposite the desk, which is also where his closet is located. All in all, a fine meshing of Rock's personality, giving off the same cheerful aura that he himself does.

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Twila Peterson gently knocks on Rock's door, trying to discern if he's awake or asleep. If asleep...erm...he's been at it for a long while now. And she may have to try and wake him. She only hopes he's still not asleep at the desk when last she saw him.

Rock is seated in his chair, forehead against his monitor, a bit of drool dangling comically from his mouth. Whatever document he was working on is high up on the scroll bar, seeing as how his hand is rested on the keyboard, a almost infinite line of random letters, spaces, and carriage returns litter the document.

The door opens, allowing the young woman passage. She approaches the desk to observe the "Blue Bomber" for a moment before reaching for a Kleenex and wiping Rock's mouth gently before discarding the said tissue. Afterwards she snakes her arms underneath his and tenderly leans against him while he sleeps, hoisting him up a little while she gives him a kiss behind his ear. "Hey....how long are you planning on sleeping there?" she whispers while nibbling his neck.

Rock blinkblinks as he's startled a bit by the gestures and giggles a tad, allowing a yawn to escape from his mouth, "Let me guess... it's tomorrow..." he says groggily.

Twila Peterson now rests her chin on his shoulder. "Try...the day after. It's Thursday afternoon."

Rock blinks, "You... you're kidding right?"

Twila Peterson shakes her head. "I'm afraid I'm not," she answers, pulling back a little, but not without sneaking one more snug. "I chatted with medstaff a little and they had rearranged some things so you were able to get some of your rest. So, yesterday was taken care of."

Rock chuckles, "You'd think I'd at least wake up and move over to my bed." He leans backwards and stretches his arms out, yawning again. "But...all in all, I feel great now. I really need to find some way to get more sleep during the day. Maybe I oughta take naps in between patrols and paperwork."

Twila Peterson lets him go while he works out some of the stiffness. "Would probably help you feel a little better," she notes, tilting her head. "By the way, I checked and you don't go on duty for a little bit yet." Unless something comes up that is, which it always can. After all, at the moment there are four Hunters not accounted for as of yet now.

Rock spins his chair around and looks up at his beloved and smiles. "You sure are on top of the ball," he says with a smile, phasing out of his pajamas and then reaching his arms out to wrap around her waist. "So, got anything in mind for us to do in the meantime?"

There's a reason why she is on top of the ball too. "Hmmm....maybe..." she says gamely while pulling off the red bandanna around her neck and covering his eyes with it. But she doesn't yet tie it. "But, it's a surprise. Can't look until we're there..."

Rock blinks, "Now... I'm worried." he says with a giggle.

Twila Peterson offers a small, but tight hug before securing the bandanna and moving her hand down his arm while her other rests itself below his elbow. "Trust me...I won't let you bump into any walls. Ready?"

Rock nods and stands up carefully, "Lead the way, I trust you," he says with a smile, "I guess I don't get any hints either, do I?" he says with a chuckle.

Twila Peterson shakes her head even though he more than likely can't see it. "Nope," is all she answers. "Why? What kind of hints were you hoping I'd drop anyway?" Twila Peterson then begins gently leading him towards the door and then out into the hallway, mindful of where they're headed.

Rock shrugs. "I dunno," he chuckles. "Just what one usually asks while waiting for a surprise, I guess."

Twila Peterson offers his elbow a tiny squeeze as she guides him through the barracks. "Which leads to the answer one usually stated to that sort of posed question while waiting for the surprise. And your pouty face isn't going to work. I'll tell you that in advance..."

Rock giggles, "Don't matter, I love surprises, well except bad kinds, like being ambushed by Mavericks or something. Buuuuuuuut, I highly doubt you're leading me into a trap," he says with a wide smile.

As they near the Rec Room she retakes both his hands and guides him through the doorway. "If I am...you wouldn't be the *only* one surprised," Twila notes.

Recreation Room <Hunter HQ> The recreation room is traditionally the busiest idle-time location in Light Labs. Decorated with glass and steel walls and a hard floor, games and idle distractions of all sorts dominate this room, and the noise of games is seldom absent. Several pool tables dot the floor, and other gaming tables reside as well, where games of chance and simple idle chatter can commence. One wall is lined with various console game units, dating from the dawn of video gaming to current. On the opposite wall is a small bar where many kinds of drinks can be made, though the stock is more bare than it would be in a building occupied primarily by humans. A final touch is a jukebox in the corner, filled to the brim with a wide variety of music.

Special Corner Here is a special corner set aside within the Recreation Room away from the usual amount of activity and such. A card table cloaked within light blue cloth sits there bearing dark blue trim around the sides. However, that's not all which rests on the surface. The table appears to have been set for two with fine plates, napkins, as well as silverware...probably from the kitchette's cabinets. Upon the plates the meal has been placed: pork chops within a special sauce, mashed potatoes, and broccoli. To the side of each of the dishes are sized glasses of chocolate milk. Within the table's center there is a centerpiece of one lone white candle standing in the apex of a wreath of tiny green leaves and blue and red berries. Next to this table there is a footrest piled with some boxed. Hard to tell what they are since a sheet rests over them. No fair peeking either!

Twila Peterson continues guiding the reploid until the two finally reach the far upper left hand corner of the room. "Ok...stand there while I remove the blindfold, kay?" she says upon letting him go.

Rock nods. "Okay," he says, getting anxious.

Twila Peterson pats his shoulder and walks behind him, reaching up to untie and remove the cloth that had been blocking his vision. "Ok, you can open your eyes now," she states upon moving herself beside him just then, sneaking a quick kiss to his cheek. "I know it's a day early but...Happy Birthday."

Rock's eyes go wide as he spies the table and blinks, turning a deep shade of red and turning to Twila, "For me?" he asks.

Twila Peterson smiles in return. "Well, unless you know of someone *else* who had a birthday come tomorrow," she says with a wink. "Yes, especially for you. I...didn't know if anyone else had any plans so...thought I'd move this a day before."

Rock throws his arms around Twila and gives her a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you so much!" he exclaims. "You really didn't have to... but, thank you, for going to all the trouble..."

Twila Peterson returns the affection easily enough. "What do you mean have to...I wanted to," she replies, holding him tight. Actually, this is one of the reasons she so much wanted to get caught up within her studies...she could have the time to prepare all this. Aaaaaaw. "And thought this might help a little since everything else is going on as is. And, anyway...the dinner is just the start. Food's going to get cold..."

Rock nods, "You don't have to tell me twice!" he pipes with a big ol wide glowing smile on his face, as he hops over to his chair, "Mmmmm, smells delicious, what is it?"

Twila Peterson slides within her own seat. "Pork chops with a special sauce. Reciepe from Mom. Broccoli and mashed potatoes you can probably easily see," she states as she passes a small bowl of gravy over to him. "And the 'brown spaghetti' on your plate is called Hungarian Rice. Another recipe from Mom that she usually made only on special occasions."

Rock nods, and eyes the broccoli. "Let me guess, if I don't finish my broccoli, no dessert?" he says with a pouty face. Yup, he's a kid through and through sometimes. ^_^

Twila Peterson perks an eyebrow towards him. "Nope, not even a nibble," she teases back. "Aaaaaw, come on. It's green. It's good for a growing repliod..."

Rock sniffs, "But I don't like broccoli!!" he pauses and smiles, "But... for you... I'll eat it all." he grins, tucking a napkin into his collar and grabbing his knife and fork.

Twila Peterson aaaaaaaws softly. If she had known that, she wouldn't have made it. But, on the other hand, she did ask him what he may want for his dinner and he simply told her to surprise him. Well, that she tried to do. She idly is left wondering if he would have been the same with the brussel sprouts she would gave gone with otherwise. She moves her napkin to he lap and begins cutting the pork chop. "What *do* you like? Cauliflower?

Rock bleachs at the mention of cauliflower and smiles, "I just don't like veggies at all, dunno why," he says with a smile, just as he takes a bite of a piece of broccoli. "But... this isn't so bad."

Twila Peterson stifles a small giggle while she herself eats. "Think you'll survive?"

Rock grins, "I'll manage." he replies, as he takes a bite out of the pork chop, and mmms... "This is great stuff, Twi. You've really outdone yourself."

Twila Peterson blushes a little, but is inwardly beaming all the same. "I'm just glad you like it."

Rock smiles as he takes a sip of his chocolate milk, "I don't like it Twila..." he grins wider, "I -love- it."

Twila Peterson can't help but blush a little more. What was the saying: The way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Well, maybe not totally accurate. But perhaps, close enough? "And I love you."

Now it's Rock's turn to blush at her words and puts down his fork to reach his hand across to squeeze hers. "And I love you too," he says with a warm smile. "This is beautiful Twila, I couldn't ask for a better birthday gift."

Twila Peterson applies gentle pressure through her fingers to his. "You're welcome. But...it's not over yet."

Rock blinks, "There's more?" he says in amazement.

Twila Peterson nods eagerly with a slightly mischievous grin. "You done with your dinner?" she asks, casting a glance to his plate idly. Her own plate is mostly finished by now as well.

Rock eats the last morsel on his plate and takes a sip of his chocomilk, "Yup. It was delicious. Thank you again."

Twila Peterson nods, smiling brightly as she begins placing the dishes aside on the counter of the kitchenette and also taking care of any crumbs left behind. "Ok. Close your eyes again," she states as she once more approaches.

Rock nods and does so obediently. "Okay." he replies, "And I promise not to peek."

Twila Peterson waves a hand in front of his face to be sure before leaning over and withdrawing the while sheet from the mound of several boxes sitting nearby, revealing 4 wrapped gifts, and setting them on the table. The largest one has a card underneath the ribbon with Rock's name written in blue ink. Probably a birthday card.

Twila Peterson seats herself back down. "Ok. Alright for you to open them."

Rock nods and opens his eyes, immediately they widen, "Oh Twila..." he says softly, "Thanks." he replies, reaching out for the card, "I feel so spoiled." he admits with a giggle.

The card itself is simple within it's while background and golden detailing. The front simply states in elegant lettering, "To My love..." And on the inside it reads, "...with all of mine. Blessed Birthday, Rock! -- Twila."

"I didn't think you would mind," Twila answers with a continued smile, just happy to watch him enjoy himself.

Rock smiles and nods to her words, as that smile widens more at the card, as he puts it down and looks at the presents, "Are all of those for me? Really?" "Hmmm, mmmm," Twila nods in kind, anxious to see what he'll think of them. "All just for you."

4 gifts total. The first has upright and the tallest, standing about a foot but no more. The Second is a flat rectangular shape as is the third. The fourth is within a square type shape and is heavier than any of the others.

Rock forms a silent wow as he reaches out for the biggest one first, and begins to unwrap it, eyes glittering with curiosity and anxiousness.

Inside, carefully wrapped within tissue paper is a brand new blue shirt. Peering closely, Rock will recognize this shirt as almost nearly the same as the that had been virtually destroyed by a certain Robot Master XO while once again picking on Rock while with Twila on a walk in a certain park.

Rock's eyes go wider still at the shirt as he leaps out of his chair and runs over to Twila's side of the table, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her up out of her chair. "Oh, Twila! Thank you!"

Twila Peterson acks! She wasn't expecting *that* kind of reaction. But she is presently surprised, although taken somewhat of balance. She returns the hug tightly. "Hey...easy there!" she mock-chides as she regains her balance. "I just felt badly that you-know-who ruined the other one."

Rock smiles, "That was my favorite shirt. I've been looking all over for another one. Thank you so much!"

Twila Peterson snugs him once more, not exactly knowing *that*. But perhaps her "female intuition" had. Either that or it was merely a very good guess. "You're very welcome. I...just hope it fits." It should. After visiting him in his room not so long ago and him leaving for duty gave her the opportunity to look at one of the sizes of her other shirts. So...hopefully it will fit well."

Rock places the shirt down and seats himself again, reaching for the first of the rectangular boxes, opening this one now.

Twila Peterson settles herself back in her seat as she watches him unwrap his second gift. This time, he'll find a rectangular tin canister decorated within a Generation One Transformers scene...much like the scene which appeared behind the boxes of the toys when they were first released back in 1985. Inside the canister itself are homemade chocolate and almond brownies...

Rock oooooooooohs as he looks at the canister, "Where did you find this? Or is it home-made?" he inquires.

Twila Peterson grins a little. "That would be telling wouldn't it?" she says. She then states, "One of the Hunters was kind enough to take me to one of the antique stores downtown. That was were I found this. Wasn't much of a problem to clean up..."

Rock smiles, as he finally notices that there's something in it from the weight and pops it open, peering inside, "Wow!" he exclaims, "I'll be in heaven for weeks!"

Twila Peterson smiles warmly. "I'm not too sure. The last batch didn't seem to last past more than two days..."

Rock chuckles, "I'll be sure to pace myself this time." he says with a warm smile, as he puts the lid back on, and reaches for the other rectangular present.

When Rock opens this gift he'll find a box from the bakery. Instead of a birthday cake a rather large chocolate cookie resides there. The cookie is decorated with blue on darker blue icing stating: Happy 13th Birthday, Rock!

Rock laughs! "How cute! This is perfect!" he smiles, "I almost don't want to eat it." he says with a warm chuckle, "But... I know my willpower will be over-ruled by my stomach."

Twila Peterson emits a giggle in response. "Well, I was going to either bake you another batch...or just give you one big one. Figured it would probably taste just the same."

Rock heehees. "You are too good to me, Twila," he replies with a warm smile, reaching for the next one, giving it a gentle shake. "Ooooh, I wonder what this is." he says with a mischievous grin, as he opens it up.

This last gift doesn't really sound as it's shaken. Nope. What it happens to be is a full hardback set of C.S. Lewis's "Chronicles of Narnia" series including all 7 books in fairly good condition. They remain within the protective as well as attractive casing which bears illustrations of the books' main characters, not the least of which is the large golden lion known as Aslan. Along with the books is another entitled: "A Companion To Narnia" which is more or less an encyclopedia to the series. Within the cover of the first book of the collection, "The Magician's Nephew", Twila had penned: "To Rock, my dearest love who holds the bravery, strength, and heart of all a magical world can offer. With much love, Twila

Rock smiles as he looks at the books and lifts his gaze to her. "How'd you know I needed something new to read?" he says with a giggle. "Thank you Twila, for all of this, you've made me very happy, not that you don't every day."

Twila Peterson remembers when she had first come to live here at the base they had spoken of books and authors. Twila herself had mentioned this very series at the time as well. "That series was my absolute favorite when I was growing up. Thought I'd share it. Hope you find it good reading." She certainly had. In fact, the characters Aslan began her love for lions. "And, I figured after the last few days you could stand a little 'pick-me-up'." Especially after that talk with Feedback and going over all those files. She wasn't able to stay awake to see Rock's reactions as he poured over the information...but she can guess it wasn't a pleasant experience. Indeed, he was rather shaken before he even started.

Rock nods, "I remember you mentioning these books, I'll be sure to read them carefully." he says with a smile, "And yeah, this past week has been one heck of a roller coaster."

Twila Peterson sighs inwardly to that. But, it's the type of life he lives. Not much else can be expected. "Well, hopefully there won't be a steep plunge within the next few hours," she returns. "And...there's one last gift left. But...you have to stand up and close your eyes again. Kay?"

Rock nods and stands up, closing his eyes, smiling. "Okay!"

Twila Peterson rises to her feet as well and waves a hand in front of the reploid's closed eyes...to make sure he's not peeking. Her arms wrap themselves around his shoulders just as she leans forward, affectionately brushing her lips against his within a kiss. She holds it there, allowing it to linger, as her eyes fall to a close as well just as their lips meet.

Rock relaxes his frame as he wraps his arms around her as well, returning the gesture tenderly, leaving his eyes closed, waiting for her to pull away before he does, letting it last as long as possible.

Twila Peterson withdraws away slowly, but not before offering a firm snug. "Birthday's are celebrated to be joyful and thankful of another person's presence on this Earth. And I'm certainly joyful and thankful regarding yours."

Rock blushes, and lowers his hands to take hers, giving them a gentle squeeze, "Thank you Twila. You've made this one of the best days of my life."

Rock smiles and blushes in response, "Can you help me get this stuff back in my room? I don't want anyone to run off with my goodies." he says with a giggle, "I can't thank you enough for all this, Twi."

Twila Peterson nods within her own reply. "Of course," she says before adding, "and you don't have to worry. You already have just by your smile."

Rock blushes again, giving her hand one final squeeze before grabbing the books and the shirt. "I probably better let you take the snacks, otherwise they'll be gone by the time we get to my room." he says with a giggle.

Twila Peterson chuckles as she cleans up some of the wrapping paper, tossing it within the nearby trash can before she retrieves the tin and the bakery box. She wiggles her eyebrows comically at him, commenting, "And they're much better with me?" while taking them up. She leaves a pre-made note on the table which states she'll clean up shortly (for anyone who asks) and turns back towards Rock. "Weady...."

Rock nods and smiles, "Alright then, let's get this show on the road."

Twila Peterson perks an eyebrow as they leave the area of recreation. "I know this may be a little early to ask....but is the Rec Room ever decorated for...oh...say Christmas?"

Rock nods, "Yup, it usually is, unless Jazz decides to have another party, then we'll probably use the Bar and Grill."

Twila Peterson hmmms. "Would it be alright to decorate the Rec Room anyway...regardless?"

Rock shrugs, 'I don't think anyoen would mind." he says with a smile.

Well...as long as no one minds. Twila continues to follow the reploid down as they both shoulder their respective loads. "Was...just curious..." she muses, mostly to her self than to Rock actually.

Rock chuckles, "I bet." he replies with a wink and a smile, walking up to his door and unlocking it, waiting for it to open up. He steps through and puts his things down, waiting for Twila to do the same.

Rock's Quarters <RQ>

Twila Peterson sets the goodies next to the books as well as the new shirt. "W'ot?" she asks in all innocence. As if she was planning something. Sheesh, the nerve! ;) There's a part of her that sneaks up and reminds her the upcoming holidays will be the first she truly has spent away from members of her own family. However, not wanting to deal with such thoughts, now of all times, she pushes them back. "At least I was able to get you off to a good start today..." she notes, thinking of several times when it had started off rather badly for him.

Rock nods as he takes a few steps towards Twila. "Yeah." he says softly, as he creeps towards her a bit more. He then suddenly lunges out with his arms, lifting her up and carrying her over to the bed, falling down on it back first and pulling her down with him, giving her a warm squeeze and a few playful kisses on the cheek and neck, and the occasional poke here and there. "Just thought I'd tell you thanks again." he says with a smile.

Twila Peterson lets out a yelp of surprise as Rock's frame bounces on the mattress with her on top of him, then squeals as she's assaulted with some of the affection. "You'rewelcomeYou'rewelcome!" she returns quickly enough as she playfully attempts, and fails, to duck and dodge. She then smiles down on him as her petite form relaxes against his. "Hey, you deserve to be remembered. It's a special day."

Rock smiles and wraps his arms around her, giving her a gentle squeeze, "I love you so much," he says softly. "And if you ask me, every day is a special day, as long as I get to spend but a moment of it with you."

Twila Peterson gives into the embrace while offering her own. In response to his words she kisses his cheek lovingly. "That's so sweet. I was thinking the same about you."

Rock smiles, "I'm just telling you what I feel." he says, fingerbrushing her hair gently, falling silent now, just enjoying the moment.

Twila Peterson releases what amounts to a soft cooing sound as she rests her head against his chest and shoulder, enjoying the moment along with him. "I ever tell you how much I love it when you do that," she sighs in content as his fingers run through lengthy auburn locks.

Rock giggles, "About a thousand and one times, but it doesn't change how good it makes me feel when you say it each time." he replies, giving her a gentle squeeze with his other arm.

Twila Peterson smirks. "Didn't know you were actually keeping count..."

Rock smiles, "I'm not." he replies with a giggle, letting out a sigh, "I'm probably gonna get drug off to work soon..."

Twila Peterson sobers somewhat. But she already knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. "More than likely. Hey...you had a whole day off. Um...not that you would have really noticed. At least you were already in your pajamas before you went over Feedback's files..."

Rock chuckles, "That's true," he says with a smile, "Oh well, no rest for the weary I guess, huh?"

Twila Peterson lifts her chin to sneak him yet another kiss to his cheek. "Well, no. Maybe next time you can actually be able to make it over to your bed." She then questions, "I'm not asking about the actual content of what feedback gave you since it's none of my business. But you find what you needed to know on them?"

Rock shakes his head, "I didn't find out everything, the rest is going ot be up to what Dad has to say. I found out enough to justify speaking to dad about it, but not enough to do anything severe."

Twila Peterson offers a quiet sigh. "Regardless, I don't trust that guy LiT." Rock shakes his head, "Nor do I."

The girl can only go by her own personal feelings. That "discussion" the both of them had within the Med Center was more than enough to convince her actually. Anything else would simply be underlying those convictions. "Sorry this hadda happen. I know you have enough on your mind as is."

Rock nods, and shrugs, offering her a smile and giving her another gentle squeeze, "Well, you helped alleviate some of that stress today," he replies, "Thanks again."

Twila Peterson rubs his nose gently with hers. "Hey, I'm more than happy to help. You should know that by now."

Rock nods and smiles. "And I'm always here to help you out too," he replies. "I had better get out there though before I get in trouble, don't wanna miss two days in a row. Hopefully I can get everything done quick."

Twila Peterson offers the tip of his nose a kiss and also gives him a tight hug before carefully rolling off him and onto the bed, allowing him to get up. "Yeah...and I better start the clean up too. Take care of yourself, ok? And..." she tries to encourage him, "everything's going to work out."

Rock nods and smiles, "I'm sure it will." he offers her, "I'll catch up with you in a bit."

Twila Peterson sits herself up and stands. "Ok. See you soon then." She leaves for the door, pausing a moment before stepping all the way through, tossing the reploid a smile and a wave. "I love you," she bids...and then disappears out into the hallway.

<And while Twila cleans...>

Kyo-Ohki> Command Center <Hunter HQ> Monitors and computer consoles line the walls of this cavernous room. In the center of the room is a round computer with holographic display, its lights flashing busily as it processes information about mavericks, and their last known sittings. Computers along the walls are also occupied with an information-processing task. Technicians and other Maverick Hunters run about hastily, monitoring the computers, and making sure the information is as accurate as it can be. The whole air of this room exudes purpose and drive, and the hustle and bustle seems never-ending. On the south wall are two large bulletproof windows which gives you a view of the rooftop runway and Hangar Area. A large blast door in in the middle of the two windows, giving easy access to the landing strip.

Kyo-Ohki> Kyo-Ohki hops out from where she was hiding within the ventilation shaft...a medium sized blue bow stuck to the fur on the top of her back while her ears are tangled somewhat in a ribbon. She doesn't overly seem to mind tho. Actually, she thinks it's quite spiff! "Mewmewmew!" she syays quietly as she hops out into the open.

Kyo-Ohki> Seminole is quietly working at the computer, looking over various charts and maps. He glances down at Kyo, smiling at the cuteness. "Awww.. Aren't you dressed nicely? Going somewhere?" he asks, like actually expecting a response from the cabbit.

Kyo-Ohki> The cabbit pauses to stare up at the reploid and then offers a cute little giggle before hoping towards him...only to get tripped by one of the ribbons as it tangles around her front paw. "Mew?" she asks the paper inquisitively, shaking herself free, before leaping up in Seminole's lap. "Mewmew!" <Lookit what I found! Ain't it pretty?>

Kyo-Ohki> Seminole giggles quietly, coddling Kyo gently as he pets and just smiles at the mech-animal. "Yes, I know. You're looking very pretty." He giggles again, then glances around to make sure nobody's watching him this time.

Kyo-Ohki> Kyo-Ohki purrs in utter satisfaction as she lays nestled there. She nuzzles the reploid gently, liking his fingers. "Mewmew!" <Where is everyone anyway?> Kyo-Ohki> Kyo-Ohki then sits up a little straighter as her gaze falls on the screens Seminole is seated before, watching them with mild interest. She pats a paw up in the air playfully. "Yip!" <Pretty...>

Kyo-Ohki> Seminole giggles again, petting Kyo again as she plays. "Aww, I bet you're pretty bored, eh?" He hrms, then uses the mouse and closes all his work windows. After a few moments of searching a pretty display of colors wind across the screen, producing a grin down to Kyo. "Better?"

Kyo-Ohki> Kyo-Ohki meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeews with rather widened as as she leaps up towards the console to look more easily at the beautiful screen before Seminole can try to stop her. She settles there on the console away from the keys. However, as she moves forward a paw to depress a button, causing some of the colors to move with haste across the screen. "Mew!!!" she cries in delight as she hops closer.

Kyo-Ohki> Seminole giggles again, a little more loudly this time. He leans over and scritches Kyo on the head and back, letting the program run. "Like that, doncha? I knew you would."

Kyo-Ohki> Kyo-Ohki tilts her head as she sits there, watching the background and colorful images with all the curiosity she can muster. She then begins to notice something else. Hoping a little closer still she presses her furry face against the screen and then pulls back, batting her paw on the surface. "Mew?" <Hey...someone's in dar...> What is it that she sees?

Kyo-Ohki> Seminole snickers, scritching Kyo under the chin this time. "No, Kyo. See, it's not really there." He knocks on the glass. "It's just a screen. A picture." And the funny thing is, Seminole doesn't feel the least bit silly explaining this to a cabbit.

Kyo-Ohki> Kyo-Ohki mews inquisitively and blinkblinks. <But...but...!> She taps the glass again, trying to imitate the reploid this time as she does, but keeps her eyes focused in front of her now. She makes several faces as if testing the images that she sees before sniffing the screen. "Mew?" <Hey, that other cabbit looks just like me!>

Kyo-Ohki> Seminole shakes his head at the simplicity of the concept, then realizes who he's talking to. He gently pats the cabbit again, leaning back in the chair. "I suppose it's a little complicated..." he says, then pauses to fish around in the drawers near him.

Kyo-Ohki> Kyo-Ohki stares at Seminole for a moment and then goes back to eyeing the screen. She hope in front ot it back and forth as if watching the movements of the other cabbit. After several minutes of this she perks up and starts actually snuggling the screen. "Mewmewmewmew!" <Hey...I just made a new friend! Not as cuddly tho...>

Kyo-Ohki> Seminole produces the single most sought out thing in an animal's life: A treat. He looks back at Kyo as she's snuggling the screen, causing him to giggle yet again and shake his head. "Now don't be smudging up all the screens in the base. Here, have a little treat. Just don't tell Twila, okay?"

Kyo-Ohki> "Me-ow!" the cabbit happily emits as she forgets all her new friend there on the computer's glass. Or does she? She bounds back towards Seminole and licks his fingers again as if to say thank you...before nibbling a little on the goodie. But then she gazes back at the screen and heads towards it. "Yip *munch* Mewyip!" and offers her some of the treat. Her ears perk up as she sees that the other cabbit has some as well. For some reason the cabbit finds this seriously funny and tumbles onto her back...rolling across the keyboard in delight.

Kyo-Ohki> Seminole moves quickly to stop the cabbit from falling right off the desk, holding her on the keyboard with a hand. With the other, he strokes Kyo's head happily. "Ah, you have it so simple, Kyo. There are times I'm envious of you."

Kyo-Ohki> Kyo-Ohki quiets into softer giggles. Even now the blue bow flops gently on her back as she sits herself back up and pats Seminole's arm playfully. "Mew!" <I like you. You're nice. And you give goodies.>

Kyo-Ohki> Seminole snickers quietly, continuing to shower Kyo with all finds of attention. "Aww, you're a sweet one," he says, grinning. "Just don't get me into any trouble for this."

Kyo-Ohki> Kyo-Ohki beams quite happily and nuzzles Sem's hand with affection of her own...licking at it when she tastes some yummy remains of the candy she was given. Hmmm...trouble? What trouble? She don't know no trouble. "Meeeeewpuuuuuurr..." Then...without warning...she bounds for the top of his helm...

Kyo-Ohki> Seminole acks mockingly, only for a moment as Kyo leaps for the top of his head. He could catch Kyo if he wanted, but rather enjoys the attention the cabbit is giving him. He lets her land, insuring that she doesn't slide off either. "Happy now?" he asks to the cabbit now atop his head, trying to restrain his giggles.

Seminole pages: I hope you're happy. You're turning Seminole into a soft little man. :> Long distance to Seminole: Twila Peterson cackles evilly. All part of my master plan. All part of my....Oops! You didn't hear that... ;) Hee, you should see Rock when he's alone with Kyo. Or even LiT... :) You paged Seminole with 'And you all make sure no one is around watching. Tis funny :)'. Seminole pages: Cabbits.. they'll be the death of this faction. Not the Mavericks, not the Masters.. cabbits. Oy. :>

Kyo-Ohki> Kyo-Ohki emits a giggle as she maintains her balance. She glances round, letting out another cute little cat noise, enjoying the view, before leaning forward...trying to look right down at Seminole while upside down. Of course...she leans to far and begins falling back within her lap...the blue bow and ribbon trailing quickly behind her... "Me-ooooooooooow!"

Kyo-Ohki> Seminole's hands quickly dart up to catch Kyo before she falls any further than his neck, lowering her and the hands into his lap. He coddles Kyo again, shaking his head. "You should be a little more careful. My helmet isn't very sturdy, but if you'd like to play with it..." Seminole takes his other hand and unclips the helmet, then sets it on the ground upside down, then lowers Kyo experimentally to the floor.

Kyo-Ohki> Kyo-Ohki hmmmmmm? and watches the helmet for a full moment after being sat down. She nudges it with a paw, eyeing it's movements. After a few tries it topples over. "Mew!" she cries in delight as she looks inside. Her ears lower as she then attempts to crawl *inside* the helmet. "Mewmew!" <Whaoh! This is neat! And so cuddly. Can I keep it?>

Kyo-Ohki> Seminole laughs right out loud, leaning over to watch Kyo with delight. "Careful now," he warns slightly, but still smiles. "Like that don't you?" He shakes his head, "What am I gonna do with you..?"

Kyo-Ohki> Jazz yawns slightly as she comes in from the GL and takes a seat at her usual spot.

Kyo-Ohki> Seminole looks up at Jazz as she enters, waving to her happily. "Hey Jazz," he greets, then continues to play with the cabbit.

Kyo-Ohki> The cabbit finds equally terrific that if she moves a certain way...the helmet rolls. Imagine that! From within she can be heard giggling as she amuses herself. Soon however, she starts rolling and can't stop... "Mew?!" <What? Where are the brakes on this thing?!"

Kyo-Ohki> Jazz giggles slightly as she as she looks over at the cabbit, before yawning yet again.

Kyo-Ohki> Seminole erks as his helmet starts to roll, a lot quicker than he had anticipated. Quickly rising and giving chase, he heads after the helmet. "Hey, get back here," he calls to the cabbit, too busy with that to notice other people seeing him talk to a cabbit.

Kyo-Ohki> A flash in the direction of the teleporters announces a new arrival, soon followed by the clanking of metallic feet on the floor. A few seconds later, Rick steps into the command center, toting his travel back over his right shoulder. "Home again home again...." he grins.

]Kyo-Ohki> The helmet continues to roll...and roll...until it reaches halfway across the room when Kyo happens to fall out, semi-dazed. She perks up and mews softly in a moment or two and shakes her little head while the blue bow on her back and the ribbon wrapped around her clings to her still. Meanwhile, the helmet rushes up to greet Rick as he emerges by thwaping lightly on the tip of his foot.

Kyo-Ohki> Seminole stops as Kyo falls out, kneeling down to make sure she's unharmed. He gently runs a hand over her back, then turns slightly red and grins sheepishly up at Rick. "Er, sorry, Rick."

Kyo-Ohki> Kyo-Ohki says, "s ears droop only to once more perk up as she regains her sence of balance. "Mew!" <Hey, that was *fun*?! Can I do it again? CanICanI?>"

Kyo-Ohki> Rick Morgan blinks at the *tink* from below, before glancing down......then kneeling to pick up the lost helmet. "Whassis?" he mutters, turning it over. "Don't tell me we started making our own versions of hardhats round here," he chuckles, and glances towards Seminole. "Ah don't worry bout it. I shoulda known anyway...it'd have feet and great big eyes wouldn't it?"

Kyo-Ohki> Kyo-Ohki hops over towards the two Hunters and rises on her hand feet, eyeing the helmet while patting her paws at the air. "Yipyip!" <Gimmiegimmie!> Kyo-Ohki> And...of course...the ribbon she's bound in along with the bow stiking to her back bounce happily along with her.

Kyo-Ohki> Seminole grins at Rick, looking down at Kyo and giggling briefly before coughing and turning red again. "Ahem..." he reaches up for his helmet, "Can I get that back? Kyo's sort of taken a liking to it." Kyo-Ohki> Seminole takes his helmet back, lowering it to the ground to let Kyo in. "C'mon, hop in. I actually have to work for a while, and Twila's probably worried sick about you," he tells the little cabbit, encouraging her to enter.

Kyo-Ohki> Kyo-Ohki mews agreeably in responce and hopes right back into the helmet, making herself all comfy inside. "Yipmewyip! Meow!" <You gonna play too?>

Kyo-Ohki> Feedback walks out of the lift and is holding a bunch of pictures. He looks around for Jazz and wonders where she is. He hopes that he didn't forget any as he looks around for Jazz.

Kyo-Ohki> Seminole picks up his helmet, with Kyo securely inside. He stands back up, smiling down the cabbit briefly. With a small sigh, Seminole starts walking back towards the gravlift, nodding to Feedback on the way.

Kyo-Ohki> Feedback spots Jazz and wanders over. He sets the pictures down on the console where Jazz is working and smiles, "Well this should be all of them. Have fun showing Decibel."

Kyo-Ohki> Kyo-Ohki mews? <Hey....where are we going? More carrots?> She waves her paw towards Feedback and Jaz ans she passes as the bow on her back bounces free unnoticed and back onto the floor. She burrows back inside, playing a game of peek-a-boo with the reploid as he goes...

Seminole sends Twila a tightbeam radio transmission: "Hey Twila, I have something of yours you might want..."

Twila sends a tightbeam radio transmission to Seminole: "*water running in the background only to be turned off* Uh, oh. Lemme guess. Gray fur? Green gem? Little bell?"

Seminole sends Twi a tightbeam radio transmission: "And a blue bow. Where shall I drop her off?"

Twila sends a tightbeam radio transmission to Seminole: "*chuckle* Oh, dear. I'm presently finishing up within the kitchentte within the Rec Room. So...here would be fine"

Kyo-Ohki> Corridor - Level 2 <Hunter HQ> The business atmosphere that dominates the lower level is absent here. The walls are still steel, with large glass windows, but the marble floor has given way to an attractive carpeted pattern, and the entire area is decorated with cool, relaxing colors. Doors dot the hallway, each leading to a different room, and the chatter of off-duty Maverick Hunters fills the air, especially near the two most prominent doors, one leading to the mess room, the other to the recreation room. At night, warm light fills the halls, and the noise is greatly subdued as humans and reploids both rest. Doors at either end of the hall lead to the elevator and barracks.

Kyo-Ohki> Seminole steps out of the grav lift, holding his helmet under one arm. Inside the helmet is a certain cabbit, looking as cute as ever. The less cute one, Seminole, is heading towards the rec room.

Kyo-Ohki> Kyo-Ohki mews happily as she's carried inside the reploid's upside-down helmet. She plays a constant game of peek-a-boo as Siminole walks with her down the hal..

Kyo-Ohki> Roll leans closer to the window, breathing on it so that it mists up slightly before she uses the cloth to finish getting off the splotch there from...she's not sure what it's from. Stepping back to admire her handywork she says as she turns to smile at Seminole and Kyo-ohki, "There, everything's all neat again. Hello!"

Kyo-Ohki> Seminole nods to Roll with a grin, turning to say something so that the cabbit can see Roll too. "Hello Roll. Nice work on the windows," he says, slowing down but not stopping.

Kyo-Ohki> Kyo-Ohki pokes her head out towards Roll, recognizing her somewhat and letting out a soft "mew" bashfully before ducking back within the helmet again. The bow and ribbon she's wrapped in flop harmlessly against her. Silly cabbit.

Kyo-Ohki> Roll beams at Kyo-ohi. "Hey there, not still sneaking into people's rooms, are you?" She looks back up to Seminole and nods. "Keeping everything here clean may not be my primary duty anymore, but I like to make sure the place stays neat."

Kyo-Ohki> A little halo appears above the cabbit's head. Who...her? "Mew!"

Kyo-Ohki> Seminole grins faintly, then leans over to check his watch. Frowning, he holds up the helmet to Roll. "Hey, could you do a huge favor?" he asks, sounding a little pleading at the moment.

Kyo-Ohki> Roll blinks at Seminole, wondering what it could be he wants her to do. "Sure," she says slowly, agreeing cautiously. "What is it?"

Kyo-Ohki> Seminole holds up the helmet to Roll a little bit more for effect. "Give this to Twila - She's in the rec room at the moment." He nods his head in that direction for effect. "I'd do it myself, but I'm already late for a patrol. Think you could help me out?"

Kyo-Ohki> Kyo-Ohki mews as she then gets the idea to try and crawl out of the helmet. No fun if she's actually stuck...

Kyo-Ohki> Roll smiles. "Oh sure," she replies quickly, reaching to take the helmet and tuck it under her arm. "I was just headed in there anyway, it's no problem."

Kyo-Ohki> Seminole smiles, nodding approvingly. "Thanks, I owe you one." He turns and jogs back towards the grav lift, sighing at the fact he's given his helmet away. Oh well... it was for a good cause.

Kyo-Ohki> Kyo-Ohki settles once more and snuggles within the helmet's padding. She seems to get an idea after the helmet is passed on and waves a paw at Seminole. "Yipyip!" <Buh-bye...>

Kyo-Ohki> Roll waves with her free hand. "You're welcome, see you later," she calls after the reploid.

Kyo-Ohki> Kyo-Ohki then turns quizzedly towards Roll with an inquisitive, "Meow?"

Kyo-Ohki> Roll smiles down at Kyo-ohki, "You're so cute, you know that?" she says, stating the obvious. She looks in the directino of the Rec room doors. "Well, let's go find Twila now, shall we?"

Kyo-Ohki> Kyo-Ohki gently hops within the helment with a "Yipyipyip," somewhat excitedly. <Where are we going? Ryu there? Have any candy?>

Recreation Room <Hunter HQ> The recreation room is traditionally the busiest idle-time location in Light Labs. Decorated with glass and steel walls and a hard floor, games and idle distractions of all sorts dominate this room, and the noise of games is seldom absent. Several pool tables dot the floor, and other gaming tables reside as well, where games of chance and simple idle chatter can commence. One wall is lined with various console game units, dating from the dawn of video gaming to current. On the opposite wall is a small bar where many kinds of drinks can be made, though the stock is more bare than it would be in a building occupied primarily by humans. A final touch is a jukebox in the corner, filled to the brim with a wide variety of music.

Twila Peterson is in the kitchenette area doing the last of the cleanup of whatever she had prepared for earlier that day. In fact...one would never know a small special dinner for two and a miniature birthday party took place within the far back corner. She knows how to clean up after herself. Although, she certainly is not going to take the job of the local maid. Then again, most know how to take care of themselves anyway.

Kyo-Ohki> Kyo-Ohki sounds a "Mew!" as she spots her mistress when she spots Twila. Without hesitation the cabbit crawls out of the helmet...or tries to anyway...but happens to get stuck inside. "Mew?!"

Roll comes in, Seminole's helmet with Kyo-ohki in it tucked firmly under one arm. Locating Twila quickly among all the tables and games, she starts off in her direction. "Hi, Twila," she calls out so that Twila will know she's here, since the girl's back is currently turned to her. "I've got something for you!"

Twila Peterson turns around at both the greeting from Roll as well as Kyo's mewings. She hangs the hand cloth back where it belongs and meets the android halfway there between where she is and the kitchenette. "Heya, Roll. Thanks for bringing back a certain cabbit. Seminole stated something about her being within the Command Center again..." she says with a smile.

Roll smiles, handing Twila the helmet, along with Kyo-Ohki inside. "Oh is that it?" she asks, a sparkle in her eyes. "I thought he was just giving you the helmet for some reason." She pauses, listening to the quiet sounds of game consoles not currently being played by anyway. "It's a little quite in here, don't you think?" she asks.

Twila Peterson studies her pet for a moment and looks back up. "Hmmm...yeah. Well, the past few days have been somewhat busy. The others are probably on-duty trying to regain contact with Blues and Swing kore than likely."

Roll nods. "Still..." she says, and walks in the direction of the jukebox. Leaning closer to examine the song list, she finally punches in her selection, the happy, moving Japanese song 100 mph no Yuuki (Courage at 100 mph) starting to play. "There," she says, turning away from the Jukebox. "That's better."

Twila Peterson notices Kyo trying to pull herself out of the helment and sets the thing down on a nearby table, more than likely planning to leave it there for Seminole, and taking Kyo carefully out. She then notices the cabbit wrapped up in the blue ribbon and bow and groans softly. "You found the wrapping paper," she smirks. "Kyo, can't you stay out of *anything*?" She then glances back towards roll as she cuddles her trouble-making little critter. "Music lover I take it?" Hey, isn't that what her name implies?

Roll grins. "Music sooths the savage beast," she quotes. Looking then at Kyo-Ohki, she can't help laughing. "Well I guess she isn't very savage in this case."

Twila Peterson giggles down at Kyo and kisses the top of her head. "Not unless you consider affection a lethal weapon."

Roll says cheerfully, "I don't know of affection ever killing anyone, so I guess probably not." She goes over to a nearby table and sits down. "So are you staying or going now?" she inquires politely.

Twila Peterson looks back up towards the blond. "Well, I'm done in here for the moment. But there's no place I really *have* to be right now. I'm caught up in my studies so far. That is, if you want the company..." she says while loosening some of the ribbon from Kyo's ears...

Roll nods toward the empty seat across from her with a smile. "Sure, not at all, if you don't have anything else you need to do now," she replies.

Twila Peterson smiles at the android and easies herself within the offered seat as she sets the cabbit down in front of her. Kyo herself emits a tiny yawn as she settles herself down. "Thanks," she bids watching the cabbit lazily rest there. "How've you been. Haven't seen you in awhile. But then...been kinda busy in medbay myself to be honest."

"I've been doing well," Roll replies with a smile. "I've been spending a lot of time up on top," she explains, indicating the floors above her with her eyes. "And I've been spending some time doing a bit of sight-seeing," she adds. "What about you? How have you been?"

Twila Peterson hmmms in content. "Oh, alright. The doctors and technicians training me as a medic seem nice and patient enough since I started the training. That's taken up alot of my time recently. That...and trying to keep Kyo out of trouble. Although on the last not doing too good a job I gather." At that Kyo just looks between the two rather innocently. "Getting to know your brother a bit more too," she sighs, her features brightening considerably as she mentions him. "But being his sister you probably don't want to hear about that." She never had a brother or sister herself...but can how she would be: You think *my* brother is cute? What, are you nuts? ;)

Roll nods. "Well I'm sure she's worth it," she says, referring to Kyo. Skipping the topic of Rock for now, meaning to come back later, she asks, "So how much more training are you going to have to take?"

Twila Peterson rests her hand on Kyo's back as the cabbit's eyelids begin drooping. "Hmm...not too sure actually. Although, I have been given permission to assist in repairs already. I'm told I'm doing well...although I doubt I'll ever reach the status of your father or the other doctors. But as for how much of the actual training, I don't really know. I was simply told I would be taught as I moved along."

Roll mmms thoughtfully. "Oh, I see, so it's not like a formal class or anything? Though that's something you might want to consider after you learn enough, get some credit for what you learn and then you can have some framed certificates and stuff to put up in your room," she suggests.

Twila Peterson tilts her head to the side. "Actually, I never really thought to consider that. I have a college degree already, but that's in journalism. All that really says is I paid money to have a piece of paper to say I can write," she states with a small chuckle. Although, inwardly the thought concerns her for another reason. Already she's gone against a catalog of the beliefs she had been brought up with. By doing what Roll suggested she would just add one more. Besides, Rick is a good technician/mechanic and he never completed an official education.

Roll nods to Twila. "Well, it's up to you. As long as you're helping in here with other Maverick Hunters, it shouldn't really matter anyway," she notes with a smile.

Metalshod footsteps ring out from the hallway beyond, announcing the impending arrival of a certain technician that we all know and love (we hope). Rick pauses near the entrance to the rec room to check his pockets before entering.....or he would have entered all the way, if the backpack he's toting over one shoulder hadn't suddenly broken one strap. *CRASH!* "D'oh!"

Kyo's form relaxes even more tight there on the table as she spreads herself, even her ears, out. Aaaaaaaaaaaaw. "That's all I wanted to do," Twila replies. "Would help keep me---" She brakes herself off as she turns towards the unexpected noise. ""Rick---?" Meanwhile, little Kyo is startled awake again. She leaps off the circle and races around the room a bit before leaping behind a sofa with a loud, and frightened, "MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!"

Roll turns at the sound of the noise, her first thought before she even sees Rick being that there's probably another mess for her to clean up now. When she does see who it is though, she jumps to her feet immediately. "Are you okay, Rick?" she asks quickly, even though there's no sign that the technician was even hurt.

Rick Morgan grumbles as he picks up the bag, turning it over as if to have a look inside. But the sudden calling out of his name by both snaps his attention to the here and now...and he breaks into a grin, stepping into the room. "Ah sure..." he states to Roll good naturally, waving the bag. "Though I figure the transistor parts I picked up didn't fare so well. Dosen't matter anyway, I was gonna tear em apart as it was." the bag is set on the edge of the table as he addresses both now, though his gaze of course switches back to Roll again. "How you both doin?"

Roll nods and sits back down in her seat, smiling now that she knows that Rick wasn't hurt. "Good," she replies. "We were just talking. Would you care to join us?"

\ Twila Peterson observes the two briefly before watching Kyo dash madly towards the front of the room and out into the hallway. She sighs softly to herself, smirking, and secretly wonders what she's ever going to do with her, only to turn back to Rick and Roll. "Ok," she answers. "Yourself?"

Rock may have been almost run over by a cabbit half-scared out of his wits had he come in a second or two before as Kyo rushed into the hallway to return to the quarters. Meanwhile, Twila and Roll are seated across from one another at a table while Rick is deciding to join them.

Rock stretches and yawns as he walks into the rec room, looking horribly bored and worn out.

Rick Morgan chuckles. "After spendin the better part of two days in San Angeles scrounging for stuff, don't mind if I do. I prefer friendly faces." He makes his way around the table, until finding a spot to sit down next to Roll, taking the time to remove his bandanna. "So what's the big topic?"

Twila Peterson smiles and offers a small shrug. "Just talking about anything."

Roll shrugs. "I just came in to give," she nods toward the helmet sitting on the table, "that to Twila. We were just talking about what we've all been up to lately, and how it's been quiet lately." She pauses at that, looking over at the Jukebox, where the song she had selected must have stopped a few minutes ago. "Speaking of which..." she begins, standing up and going over to select another song.

Twila Peterson is facing the door whereas the other two may not be. She spots a familiar form and waves, "Yo!" she greets. "Care to join us?" Twila Peterson then looks towards the helmet. Looking closely one can discern it as being Seminole's. "Oh, yeah. Seminole was playing with Kyo and Kyo decided she liked being in his helmet...he decided to let her borrow it for the night."

Rock blinks . o O (Yo? She's been hanging around Rick too much) he chuckles to himself and offers Twila a wave, "I will in just a second, let met go grab something to drink."

Rick Morgan hmmmms. "Heavy rap session huh?" then chuckles. Eyes glance over to the jukebox as Roll moves towards it, "Hey -anything- will sound good after crowds and honking horns for two days." his grin widens then as he glances at the helmet. "Yeah I was gettin aquatinted with it earlier...and Kyo for that matter. She's all over the place." Finally, his greeting goes to Rock as he arrives, in the form of a small wave too. "Looky what the cat dragged in." Whew.

This being in NeoTokyo after all, Roll chooses another moving Japanese song, Cruel Angel Thesis. As the music starts up, she heads back to the table, waving to Rock in the process. "Hey, are you going to come join us, or just stand there, slowpoke?" she calls to her brother. "How long does it take you to get a drink? ;)"

Twila Peterson . o O(Well, he is technically one of the instructors isn't he?)O o . "Chocolate milk..." she muses. "The drink of your friendly neighborhood Hunter," she says, doing a poor immitation for a public service announcement. Rock comes back, with yes, a glass of chocolate milk, "Slowpoke, huh? I'd like to see you go through what I have the past week or so and zip around on your off time." he says with a faint chuckle, seating himself down, "Ugh, I may be turning 13, but i feel like I'm turing 85."

Roll glances over at Twila as Rock comes to the table. Well, there goes 'getting back to the Rock topic', she thinks to herself, though she doesn't say anything out loud. "I bet I could," she replies to Rock. "If you'd let me..."

Rick Morgan twirls his bandanna on one finger, as he lets his other arm move out on the back of the seat, now relaxing. "Going 85? Is that -all-?" he chuckles, tilting his head forward. Roll's words kind of make him go a wee bit quieter, and he bites his lower lip for a moment. Uh oh....touchy topic.

Twila Peterson offers him a small snug as he sits down, and was about to say something about him at least noit having to worry about gray hair until his sister speaks up. Er...then again, this topic may very well cause him to have it regardless..

Rock nods, "Well Roll, if you really want to. Then I'm not going to stop you from going on field missions." Rock takes a sip from his chocolate milk, "But don't think for a second that I won't be worried about you every moment yer out there."

Rick Morgan arches an eyebrow? Ok who are you and what have you done with Rock? He'd -like- to say that right now but.....sarcasm isn't due yet.

Rock leans back in his chair, "It's time I stopped treating you like a kid." he comments softly, "It's not my place to make decisions for you."

Roll blinks, not recalling her brother *ever* relenting that easily. "Really?" she asks, suspicious of some condition or limitation that would go along with his agreement.

Rock shrugs, "Yeah, really." he pauses, "It sorta... took Blues doing the same thing to me, in a different type of situation to make me realize how frustrating it must make you feel."

Twila Peterson just quietly listens, allowing the siblings to discuss the issue among themselves for the time being instead of injecting anything.

Rick Morgan leans forward on both elbows now, letting his bandanna trail off of his fingers. Gaze switches from Roll, to Rock, then back again. Nope....not his place to speak yet either....

Twila Peterson just flickers a glance with Rick, feeling much the same. Gotta love family matters... ;)

Roll blinks again slowly, sitting back in her seat as she assimilates this sudden change in response from her brother. She glances over at him again suddenly, making sure he doesn't look sick or anything but doesn't say anything else yet.

Rick Morgan can't resist. He finally raises his hand and waves it in front of Roll's eyes. "Hey there.....still with us?" he asks with a small grin. He feels great for her now actually....isn't this what she always wanted?

Roll looks over at Rick slowly, still somewhat in shock. "Yeah..." she begins slowly, her tone brightening as she thinks about it more, quickly coming to the point where she's excited about the prospect of going out herself. "Now I can help everyone better out there as well as here, make more of a difference!" She stops and looks over at Rock again, half-expecting for him to take back what he just said now.

Rock chuckles, "Well, just be careful out there okay? Don't worry your poor brother to death."

Feedback wanders in while holding a bunch of circuits. He waves with his free hand as he tries to hold all of the pieces in the other, "Hey everyone. Hows it going?"

Twila mentally muses with a blink until someone speaks again. She gently rubs at his back...although from how she's seated it may not be noticeable. "Hi, Feedback," she greets to the newcomer as he enters.

Rick Morgan ahems. "Well I don't think you'll have to worry too much." he grins again and motions to Roll. "I can have her up and running ride armor style for when its needed...and if a squishy like me can make it....it'll be a snap otherwise."

Roll nods slowly at what Rick says. "I already know how to use all the armors..." she muses.

Rock chuckles, "Just don't get to gung-ho, Sis. You aren't Zero." he says with a grin, he then offers Feedback a wave, "Hey there Feedback. Sorry about having to reschedule that meeting with Dad, we'll get to it as soon as we all have the time."

Feedback nods slowly, "Well, I'd like to get this out of the way, but when ever you have the time. I'm sure that he's gonna try and weasle his way out of this one though. I really don't wanna give him the time to think of how too though."

Rock nods, "Don't worry about it. I looked through all of that information, it anything, he's getting a strict reprimand, wether dad approves or not."

Feedback nods and smiles, "Well, thats probably the best news that I've heard all day. Thanks Rock, you just made my day."

Roll nods slowly again, quickly lost in thought once more. Getting to her feet, she says apologetically, "Excuse me, I need to go...do some things." She waves quickly to everyone. "Bye everyone, bye Feedback," she adds. "I'll just be in my room."

Twila Peterson offers Roll a wave in return. "Later, Roll. Take care of yourself."

Feedback proceeds onward to a broken game machine that he broke a few days ago. He sets the circuits down and goes about trying to fix it.

Twila Peterson watches Feedback for a moment. "Still working on that same machine?"

Rick Morgan watches Roll go for a moment, before easing back in his seat again and propping his feet up on an empty one nearby. "Whazzit? Broken machinery?" he immediately perks up, twisting his view towards Feedback. Yep....magic words.

Feedback nods, "Yeah, I've got a few improvements that I wanted to make. And its really not broken, just missing a few bits and pieces of its internal circuitry."

Rock just sips on his chocolate milk and leans back in his chair, trying to fade into the background for now, sorta lost in thought for the moment. Twila Peterson perks an eyebrow. "Just don't get yourself shocked like last time..."

Feedback grins, "Well at least this time I got the power off. No more shocks for me. Learned my lesson last time."

Rick Morgan hrms...and smirks. "Ah he'll probably find some way to blow it up still." he snickers.

Twila Peterson blinkblinks at Rick. "I hope not. I kinda like the kitchen in here."

Feedback blinks, "Hey! I'm not gonna blow anything up. I'm just gonna slide this circuit in like so." Slides in said circuit, "And then connect these wires." Connects said wires, "And finally flip on the power." (Now you have time to pose before I turn on the juice and probably blow up the machine. ;>)

Twila Peterson uh, ohs under her breath and blinkblinks. "Moment of truth. Does it work...or does the power go out?"

Rick Morgan takes the chance to....avert his eyes like a little. Ayep. With a hand underneath the table Twila crosses her fingers.

Twila Peterson glances over towards Rock briefly. He sure is quiet. You whisper 'You alright?' to Rock.

Feedback's hand moves towards the switch allowing for maximum suspense. It seems as if its taking him forever to flip it. He finally flips the switch and there is silence. Dead silence, then the silence is suddenly broken by some very loud noise. Its a loud beeping sound followed by several other sounds. Its panic time until you realize that its just the game, it actually works. Now isn't that something, Feed actually fixed something without blowing up anything.

Rock shrugs, and looks over at Twila, whispering back. Rock whispers: 'Yeah, I'm fine, just taking some time to think about some stuff, my birthday always makes me reflective.'.

Rick Morgan eyes Feedback's progress, and finally breaks into a snicker as it seems to work properly. "Well well..fancy that."

You whisper 'Thought that may be the case. *then adding a slight tease* Gettin' old.' to Rock.

Then suddenly, the lights flicker for a few seconds and then you instinctively look over at the game. Its going crazy now as it continues to beep without end. Several sparks start to fly out of the compartment that Feedback was working in. Some small smoke comes out of the vents of the machine as it looks like its about to blow. Feedback panics and then starts cutting random wires inside of the machine. It continues to beep and starts shaking, finally Feedback cuts the last wire and then it shuts down. Well, he only had to give everyone a heart attack and then cut every wire until he found the right one. Maybe he should just stick to hacking computers as thats seems like the only thing that he can do right, well less you count insulting others and constant arguing.

Rock chuckles and is about to reply before the machine looks like it's about to blow up, he freaks out a bit and seeing as how he's leaning back in his chair, he leans back a little -too- far. *CRASH!* "Medic..."

Twila Peterson stares wide-eyed at the worked on computer and openly facepalming before overhearing Rock's small introduction to Mr. Floor. She turns herself around and offers a hand up. "Need a band-aid?" Twila Peterson then glances towards the other reploid. "Hey, *you* ok?"

Rock takes the hand and gets back up into his chair and sighs, "Let me mark that down as Embarrassing Moment #4027

Feedback falls backward as he just nearly gave himself a heart attack. He stares up at the ceiling and then turns his head to Twila, "Uh, I think so. Maybe I should just leave that machine alone from now on."

Rick Morgan facepalms. "Ever heard the expression that everything happens at once?" He then glances at Rock and grins wickedly. "Hey it could be worse. Remember that time when we were on maneuvers in Cairo and.....?"

Rock groans, "Stop right there!" Rock buries his head in his arms on the table, "You're never going to let me live that down, are you Rick?"

Feedback grins and looks over at Rick and Rock, "Huh? What happened in Cairo?"

Twila Peterson replies, "Probably. I would---" She then turns to the other too, gazing towards them oddly. "Cairo? What happened there?"

Rick Morgan grins, glancing at the ceiling as he leans waaaaay back. "Dunno....I was told to stop." he snickers.

Twila Peterson has her curiosity perked now simply due to Rock's own reaction. She glances over towards the reploid as if looking him over for injury. "Sure you couldn't use a band-aid?"

Rock shakes his head as he leans back up, "Nah, I'll be fine." he replies, "As long as Rick keeps his yap shut." he chuckles.

Rick Morgan whistles innocently. Not one bit convincing...but that dosen't matter. "Me? Blab? NEVER."

Feedback slowly sits up and just looks at the machine. He shakes his head, "Not gonna do that again anytime soon. I'll just have it replaced. Piece of junk, its ancient anyways."

Rock nods and folds his arms, "Uh huh." he leans back in his chair again, "Let's keep it that way."

Twila Peterson looks suspiciously between the two, having an idea whatever is being hidden probably won't be hidden for long even if she doesn't prod...or maybe it will. Who knows? "Maybe...send it to the Smithsoian," she comments regarding the machine.

Twila Peterson leans over towards Rock, noting something. Well...she whispers it in concern and doesn't mean anything by it...honest! You whisper 'Careful. Don't lean back too far.' to Rock.

Rick Morgan hrrrrms, eyeing the piece of junk that Feedback once had hopes of fixing. "Eh it happens. If you saw all the stuff I went through after tinkering...it'd fill a junkyard, and then some."

Rock nods and chuckles, "I'll be more car... ACK!" *CRASH* "Okay, who approved tonight's script?"

Rick Morgan facepalms. "You want my advice? Don't get up."

Twila Peterson refrains from facepalming and offers Rock her hand once more. "More comfy down there?"

Rock picks himself up again and eyes his chair, and swaps it with another one, "Must've been the chair..." he says, as if to hint to some sort of conspiracy.

Feedback stands up and looks over at Rick, "Well, this piece of junk has caused me more than enough trouble." He then kicks the machine. Not a great idea seeing how it's still plugged in. Several more sparks fly from the controls and then it dies down after making this really high pitch sound. Smoke can be seen floating away from the machine. Feedback just takes two big steps back and walks over to a table. He sits down, "Well, enough of that. I'm not gonna touch that thing anymore."

Twila Peterson withdraws the hand. Must be some sort of male pride thing. "As you said...everyone's out to get you....from insane psycho maniacs to seemingly harmless dining room chairs..."

Rock nods, "That's what I'm thinking, it must be some evil diabolical plot of Dr. Wily's..."

After offering a, "Maybe he'll mess up with the toaster," Twila flickers a suspicious glance towards the...um...machine and openly wonders, "Shouldn't it be unplugged?"

Rick Morgan hrrrrrms. "Robotic killer chairs of doom? Why not? He made the hardhats....."

Rock blinks, "You're right... Security Breach Level Gamma! UNPLUG THAT TOASTED! MOVE MOVE MOVE!" he exclaims waving his arms around... which, unfortunatley for our hero... *CRASH* "ARGH!"

Feedback is just about to lean back in his chair when he watches Rock fall down again, seeing how this is the third time he decides not to press his own luck and puts all four legs back on the ground. He pulls out his datapad and drops it on the table. He recalls some files and starts reading his arguments that he's gonna use on LiT. He also checks some other things that he needs to think about.

Twila Peterson turns back towards Rock in time to see yet another ungraceful landing. "This...is getting to be a habit..." She offers down her hand once more, silently wondering if again his male pride will kick in. "You alright?"

Its a nice normal datapad that is used to store information in. Its a silverish blue color with Feedback's name written around the screen. Used to store some useful or useless data it displays the Hunter's insignia in the lower right hand corner. The monitor is currently showing that its in sleep mode and a picture of a woodpecker is shown flying from tree to tree pecking at the tree. There is no sound coming form the pad itself right now but there are small speakers and it looks like it could produce sound if needed. Type +chelp to break the screen saver.

Rick Morgan hrmphs and sticks out his tongue at the downed Rock. "Toldja. Shouldn't have bothered even getting up."

Rock shakes his head, "I'm just gonna stay down here." he says in a pouty tone. "I'm gonna get Murphy one of these days..."

Twila Peterson hmmms...and decides to go ahead and give Rock some company down there. "Then make some room," she states, sliding out of her seat and joining him, plopping herself right there next to him. "Can't have you here by your lonesome."

Rock smiles and scoots over to make room, "Thanks." he giggles.

Twila Peterson smiles in return and takes his hand, offering a small squeeze. "Least it's carpeted."

Rock chuckles, "Well, that's true." he replies, giving her hand a squeeze, "Not to uncomfortable either."

Twila Peterson brings a leg up to her chest while looking up at the table barely able to see Rick and the repolid still seated in chairs now due to the new point of view. "Always welcome to join us you too."

Feedback looks up and grins, "Hmm. A game you say? That sounds like fun. So, whatcha have in mind. Or should we continue watching you fall down, I'd have to say that that last one deserves a 9.0."

Rock frowns, "Oh hush, Feedback." he says as he sticks his tongue out at him. You paged Rock with 'Just a quote one of my grandparents always had'.

Feedback grins and laughs a bit, "Well, what would you suggest that we do then?"

Twila Peterson giggles a little. "Careful, face may freeze like that. Make a cute picture." She then recalls something. "Speaking of which, you get those photos developed from the party yet, Feedback..."

Feedback nods, "Yeah, I've got them back in my quarters. Haven't had the time to really hand them out yet with everything's that's been going on lately."

Twila Peterson hmmms. "Yeah...and with all the photos you took handing them out would be quite a chore too..."

Feedback shrugs but still smiles, "I dunno. I"ll get to it later tonight I suppose. If I have the time that is. I'll probably get them out by this week."

Rock nods, "Actually Feedback, can you give me an extra of the picture of Chase and that guy she was with? Something rubs me the wrong way about that guy... he was being way too... conspicuous."

Twila Peterson hmphs at the mention. "Not to mention too friendly..." she mutters just above a whisper...but mostly to herself.

Feedback blinks, "Ya know, its funny. Jazz just asked me for a copy of my pics that I took. Now I'm wondering if everyone's gonna want a set. But your right, while I was developing them, I noticed that I could of sworn that I've seen him before somewhere. I'll be sure to send you a copy of that one as well."

(Ch. B []) Jazz transmits: 'HELP!!!!!!'.

Rock nods, "I'm gonna run him through the dossier's and see if he matches up with anything...."

Feedback huhs as his radio goes off. He snatches it up and starts transmitting.

Twila Peterson looks down at her radio with a blink. "Huh?"

(Ch. B []) Rock transmits: 'Where you at? What's going on?'. (Ch. B []) Feedback transmits: 'Eh? Whats going on? Jazz, answer me.'. (Ch. B []) Jazz transmits: 'Art district, Neo. Quint came here and cannoned Decibel and me. I'm fine, but....'.

Feedback looks around, "I think that means Bass is there."

(Ch. B []) Rock transmits: 'Gotcha, we're on it, let's go Hunters...'.

Rick Morgan facepalms. "Here we go again..." he mutters, easing up from his seat. Yeah he'd fallen kind of quiet.

(Ch. B []) Feedback transmits: 'Gotcha, hold on Jazz. We're on our way.'.

Rock leans over and gives Twila a quick kiss. "Duty calls, I'll be back in a flash." He says as he hops up, phasing in his armor. Rock transforms into X.

(Ch. B []) Jazz transmits: 'Quints gone, but Decibel's.....'. (Ch. B []) Michael Eildath transmits: 'Enroute'.

Feedback runs out of the room, "I'll be right with you guys. Need to make a quick stop by my quarters. He grabs his pad before running off.

Twila Peterson nods towards Rock. "By the sounds of it I better get to medbay.. Cya soon..."

<Not much later in the medical center...>

Rick Morgan enters, toting that backpack he had earlier, and tossing it off to the side. "Jazz and Decibel by the sounds of it." he says out loud, taking note of who will be needing the treatment. "And others.....if Fish head stays." he grumbles.

(Ch. B []) Rock transmits: 'We got some incoming, have the medbay prepped.'. (Ch. B []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'You're gettin slow in your old age. Already done.'. (Ch. B []) Rock transmits: 'Oh quiet you... it's not like I just turned 58...'. (Ch. B []) Twila Peterson transmits: '85.'. (Ch. B []) Rock transmits: 'Oh would you people shush!'. (Ch. B []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'Yes daddy.'.

Twila Peterson can't help but giggle a little as she flips on several of the terminals near her.

Rick Morgan smirks to himself as he readies some of the monitors as well, then ties his bandanna back on. Ahhh, much better.

(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: '*snicker*'. (Ch. A []) Rock transmits: '*pout*'.

Twila Peterson has already tied her hair back in a pony tail so it wouldn't get in the way of her working. She has also thought to remove her engagement ring temporarily as well as her watch after putting on a smock to protect her clothing.

(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Oh, cheer up. Not like you have to worry about gray hair.'

Rick Morgan has no such need for frivolous things! Then again he's so darn casual about doing repairs and doesn't worry about getting dirty that it doesn't matter. Though he does remove his jacket and roll up his sleeves.

(Ch. A []) Rock transmits: 'Yeah yeah. *giggle*'.

(Ch. B []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'Medbay's prepped and ready to go and all that shtuff...'. (Ch. B []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'And I put your hot water bottle where you can get it.....'. (Ch. B []) Rick Morgan transmits: '....and your cane.'.

Twila Peterson shoots Rick a look. "You're evil..."

Rick Morgan smirks. "I know...BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Twila Peterson shakes her head towards the mechanic. "Careful. Make too many jokes about the cane and he'll whap you with it," she grins

Rick Morgan turns around as the others begin to arrive. "Ahh...here we go." he gestures to the two prepped medtables.

Twila Peterson is standing by one of the tables within her usual smock, her hair pulled back, and any jewelry she may have been wearing off as the newcomers...well...come in...

Jazz comes in slowly, for some reason in her Halloween costume, helping to suport a trashed Decibel, who doesn't look like Decibel.

Decibel gets helped into the Medical Bay with the help of Jazz and Michael. He definitely looks like he's had better days... then again, getting beat up is becoming par for him nowadays. One of his arms has been nearly ripped off - metal bits exposed at the shoulder. The arm's barely hanging on. The blue shirt he's wearing looks stained with oil or lubricant. And his throat is... indented with finger marks?

Rick Morgan does a quick calculation. Ayep....Decibel is the more heavily injured of the two. "Awright....put him up here and we'll have a look at him." he states, pulling out his handy dandy scanner. "Twila, get one of the other scanners and have a look at Jazz wouldja?"

Twila Peterson nods and does as told...running the thing over the female reploid to take a look upon it's readouts...

Michael Eildath sits back and lets the docs work after helping tote in the injured.

<Soon...after some of the repairs are tended too...>

(Ch. B []) Rock transmits: 'I'll be in my room if I'm needed, I need to start getting ready for bed.'. (Ch. B []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'Yeah.....early to bed. Age will do that to you y'know.....'. (Ch. B []) Rock transmits: 'Rick, consider yourself on janitorial detail during your next break period.'.

Michael Eildath blinks. "But Rick... we're older than everybody here."

(Ch. B []) Rock transmits: 'And -no- Roll, you can -not- help him. I want to watch him suffer from having to actually.... clean... mwhahahahahahah! *cough hack wheeze* we get more evil with age ya see...'. (Ch. B [None]) Roll transmits: 'Of course not. But that doesn't mean I won't happen to be cleaning that day anyway. :)'. (Ch. B []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'Look out Wily.....you've got competition.'. (Ch. B []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Some of us are double your age, ya know. So who's more evil?'

Michael Eildath facepalms. "That's it... I'm getting out of here. I need to feed Andante."

(Ch. B []) Rock transmits: 'Oh I -know- your evil Twila. *giggle*'. (Ch. B []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'And?'. (Ch. B []) Rock transmits: 'Uhm... and I wuv you?'. (Ch. B []) Rock transmits: '...'. (Ch. B []) Rock transmits: 'This... isn't our private channel is it...'. (Ch. B []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'No, Dear.' (Ch. B []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'Nope. Boy, are the intercoms over Light Labs gonna love THAT one!'. (Ch. B []) Rock transmits: '...' (Ch. B []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'Is wock gonna tell us how much he wuvs us again?' (Ch. B []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Don't you have a pencil sharpener to fix, Blonde?'

Rock's Quarters <RQ>

(Ch. B []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'Hey hey. What's wrong with blonde?' (Ch. B []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Oh.....noooooooooooooothing...' (Ch. B []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'Besides. Others like blondes....lookit Rock. He loves everybody. He said so.'

Twila Peterson gently knocks on Rock's door, but...it's probably overtaken by the knocking of his head against the wall. "Hey, what the wall ever do to you?" she asks upon coming when after recieving no answer to do so.

Rock blinks... "Erk?" he replies, "I thought you were still in the medbay..."

(Ch. B []) Rock transmits: 'RICK!' (Ch. B []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'Yes'm?' (Ch. B []) Rock transmits: 'Hush!' (Ch. B []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'Yes Massah.' (Ch. B []) Rock transmits: 'argh!'.

Twila Peterson glances up as the sound of loud music penetrates the room before the door closes. "And..." She blinks and turns back to him before approaching. "Jazz's repairs weren't all too serious and Rick assured he can handle Decibel," she shrugs before eyeing her radio again.

(Ch. B []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'Hark....I -do- believe I hear the sound of a blue armored kettle coming to a nice boil.'. (Ch. B []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Quiet, or I'll tell everyone your a daddy.'. (Ch. B []) Rick Morgan transmits: '.....'. (Ch. B []) Rock transmits: 'You're a WHAT?'. (Ch. B []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'I'm a WHAT?'.

Rock nods and just falls over on his bed, "Why me?" he asks wearily.

Twila Peterson smirks evilly to herself and cackles. Actually, she's referring to Rick's ride armors. But not like anyone else would know that. She plops down beside Rock and leans forward to kiss the tip of his nose. "Hey...the chan got quiet anyway..."

Rock nods, "Thank goodness," he says exasperatedly.

(Ch. B []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'Hrm.....there's an idea though. Rick Jr.'. (Ch. B []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Thanks for the nightmares... ;)'.

Twila Peterson sighs a little even as she wraps her arms around him, snuggling. "Oh, cheer up. Don't ever have to worry about gray hair or wrinkles..."

Roll raises her hand to knock...and then sets it down again as the door opens automatically. Shrugging to herself, she peers inside and calls out, "Rock, are you here?"

(Ch. B []) Rick Morgan transmits: '*cackles* Go....go my offspring.....fall upon the hapless hunters. Bwahahahahaha!'. (Ch. B [None]) Roll transmits: 'Rick, don't you have things you should be doing right now?'. (Ch. B []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'Erk....er...maybe. I think I hear a power wrench calling me. Cooooming!'.

Rock shrugs, "Who knows, I may have to, you never know what surprises dad has in store for me." he blinks as his door opens, and looks over at it as his sister speak, "Yeah, I'm over here drowning in embarrassment, why?"

Roll beams. "I was just wondering, because I hsve something for you..."

Twila Peterson is presently leaned over and hugging the Blue Bomber. When Roll enters she withdraws herself, smiling.

Roll has had her hands behinds her back ever since she came in, obviously hiding something there.

Rock sighs, "Has Rick sent you to further chide me and shower me with ridicule?" he inquires with a slight chuckle, he may be embarrassed, but he is finding the whole situation humorous.

Twila Peterson still giggles a little at their reactions about her own comment regarding Rick being a "daddy"...particularly proud of that one herelf.

Roll grins. "Oh no," she replies as she steps closer to her brother. "I haven't seen Rick since I left him with you two and Feedback at the Rec Room. This is about something else altogether," she says, smiling the whole time. In a casual manner, she starts gazes about the room, not saying anything else as if suddenly disinterested in what she was just talking about, just waiting for you to ask.

Rock blinkblinks, and leans up from his laying position to peer curiously at his sister, "Uhm... what is this about then?"

Twila Peterson turns from Rock and Roll...wondering if this is a moment for the two siblings to have alone. But judging by Roll's beaming smile she's uncertain. So...she stays where she is.

Roll blinks at Rock in mock surprise. "You mean you've forgotten?" she asks. She then grins, bringing her hands, and what they were holding, out from behind her back, a blue gift wrapped box in front of her now. "Happy Birthday!" she exclaims, leaning over to give Rock a sisterly kiss on the cheek.

Rock blinks and blushes, "Aww... Roll, you shouldn't have..." he says, as he tears into the present like a Flintstone on a leg of lamb.

Roll drops a colorful package that has a small card attached. Blue Box with Cyan Ribbons is picked up and shaken by Rock, who tries to figure out what is inside. A cubical box wrapped in a dark blue wrapping paper with small Capcom logos all over it. The present is wrapped in a traditional manner with light cyan ribbon and a large puffy bow on the top. There is a small card tied to the ribbon, which says simply, To Rock, Love Roll. Rick Morgan just a happened to be going past in the hallway outside, and lo and behold Rock's door is wide open. Now he's not normally the nosy type, but well

Roll is right in there, and he heard something about 'birthday', so he's gotta have a look. He pauses in the doorway and grins inwards. "Uh oh...."

For those curious as to what's in it, you could try giving it a 'shake' first. Or if this belongs to you, then you might want to just 'open' it.

Rock opens up his present without further ado, tearing off the wrapping and opening Blue Box with Cyan Ribbons.

Twila Peterson watches with a wide smile now and quietly, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaws..." in the background.

Rock snuggles his stuffed bunny rabbit. Aww. Rock aws, and smiles, "Thanks Sis, I love it." he stands up off the couch and gives her a big ol brotherly hug and whatnot. Rock picks up the adorable little rabbit that was sitting there looking lonesome. Rock puts down a cute and adorable stuffed rabbit.

Rick Morgan blinks at the rabbit, and snickers gently, crossing his arms as he leans against the door frame. Ok it was worth the stop anyway....and even -he- isn't cruel enough to make an age joke now. That's for later.

Roll beams, happy that Rock likes it. Hugging back, she says sincerely, "You're very welcome. Happy Birthday, you softie."

You paged Roll with 'Told he melts with anything cute... ;)'. From afar, Roll grins.

Twila Peterson giggles from where she's sitting on the bed. "Hey, some of us like him that way."

Rick Morgan winks. "Not -too- soft though. What'll his fanclub think?"

Roll grins over at Rick. "It might help their dispositions a little, I think," she replies.

Twila Peterson turns towards Rick as well as his little comment. "Feh...like their votes really count."

Rick Morgan raises his hands in a 'camera' motion. "Y'know....I think GNN could get a goood shot outta this." he snickers.

Rock groans, "Oh let me have a moment of peace on my birthday Rick." Rock picks up the adorable little rabbit that was sitting there looking lonesome.

Rick Morgan laughs. "Well maybe. Hey I -have- been quiet."

Twila Peterson rolls her eyes. "Yeah," she giggles lightly. "For two minutes and 35 seconds..."

Roll giggles at Twila's comment. "Well, now that you have 'Bun-Bun'," she giggles again, and stifles it before continuing, "I guess I can let you two get back to bed now."

Twila Peterson nods towards Roll. "Night, Roll," she says smiling before darting the technician a playful scolding look. "And good night, Rick."

Rick Morgan chuckles as he steps back from the door. "Yeah...sleep tight you two." he smirks in Twila's direction. "Night to you too...." he makes a cracking motion with his hand. "We got heavy lessons tomorrow."

Rock offers Roll and Rick a wave, "Nite guys... now shoo." he says with a mischievous grin.

Roll hooks Rick's arm on her way out, taking the technician with her. "Goodnight," she calls back before stepping out the door, dragging the human behind her.

Twila Peterson winces softly. "Um...yeah. Guess I'll work on my Egor impression a little..." as the two take their leave...facepalming. She then turns towards Rock. Being close enough she reaches over and tosses open the blankets. "Ok, Birthday Boy, beddy-bye."

Rock smiles, "Kay." he pipes slipping into his bed.

Twila Peterson smiles on him warmly as she gathers the blankets back within her hands. Instead of tucking him in at first she lets them go to give him a rather nice and big and tight hug. "Sleep well, you hear. And all your dreams better be good ones," she adds right before kissing his forehead and pulling back. She loosens one of her arms and grants Rock his new stuffed bunny before pulling up the covers the rest of the way. Comfy?"

Rock pouts, "I want my teddy too." he says as he sticks out his lower lip.

Twila Peterson ohs and oh, dears to herself. "Mebad...I can't forget him!" she gasps before reaching over and retrieving "Pookie". The bedsheets are lowered just enough so she can slide the toy bear within his other arm before they rise once more to his chin. "All better?"

Rock nodnods, the pauses and shakes his head, sticking out his lips, "Kissykissy!" he says, boy he's not aging with grace. :D

Twila Peterson giggles as he bends back down again, offering several playful kisses on the lips in respose. And...in thought...it seems more like he's fighting the age bit every step of the way... :)

Rock smiles, "Thankee," he replies, before sobering up, "Good night dearest, sweet dreams."

Twila Peterson brushes his bangs from his forehead while looking down on him all snuggled up underneath the covers with two stuffed animals, one in each arm. The scene actually melts her heart. "May you be sheltered by angel's wings, guarded while you sleep," she returns. Soon after she bends offer, offering his forhead one final kiss before standing back to her feet and moving silently to the door bidding, "May you have a blessed birthday."

Rock smiles, "I already have." he replies, "Thanks to the sweetest girl in the world."

A bit of color blushes within Twila's cheeks as she waits by the now opened door, making her facial features nearly the color of her hair. "Godspeed," she says after almost an eternity of silence, not wanting the moment to end. Yet, knowing she must she holds his gaze only for a moment more before stepping out into the hallway. And...as always...the door again shields her from further view upon it's closing.