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"A book holds a house of gold," Mei Ling sighs. She was talking to herself again, but she couldn't stop herself. Granted, there weren't actual books per se. She admitted she missed that feeling of the pages beneath her fingers, but this was good enough for the moment.

She had been inspecting one of the novel pads. Having mastered copious amounts of world literature from her native planet Earth, she had turned her attention to a piece of fine literature from a distant planet that she now had access to due to the wonders of Stacy. To Mei Ling, it was as close to heaven on Earth (or in space rather) as she was ever going to get.

Of course, feel free to pluck the happy little literature buff from her book-induced euphoria.

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Don't mind the not-so-giant alien robot peeking in to find a decent ~~datapad~~ book.
He briefly searches for something before abruptly giving up ~~because random is whining again~~ and instead idly looks over Mei Ling's shoulder without any warning at all.

"Oh!" That certainly caught her by surprise. She jumps slightly, almost dropping her datapad before looking up at him and letting out a slight nervous laugh.

chk-chk-whirr.
He makes a slight noise of interest, scanning the datapad (what he can see of it) with his optic briefly.
"You have good taste, organic" he says after a moment, sounding mildly surprised. Thankfully, he stops looking over her shoulder and starts browsing for another pad that he can read.
After a moment of somewhat awkward silence, he speaks again.
"What is your designation?"

"Ah, um," She hesitates slightly. Forgive her, she normally doesn't deal with sentient robots.

"Mei Ling," she finally manages to spit out. It's paired with an awkward but still genuine smile, "and thank you." She gestures towards the datapad she was holding, "It was just something I picked up."

The triplechanger doesn't seem to mind.
He merely nods at her thanks and continues to sort through the datapads, with occasional agreeable or disagreeable murmurs.
"Mei Ling. I see--Random, shut up."
That last part doesn't seem to be directed at Mei Ling, or really anywhere in particular; he seems to be talking to himself.

"Oh, excuse me?" She's sort of... confused. She doesn't think that he's talking to her but who else would he be talking to?

Kshunk.
Oh hai, have a sudden face-change just to freak you out Mei Ling!
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Don't mind him he's just crazy! Und so am I!"
Icy starts protesting but Random manages to keep him at bay for the moment, laughing maniacally all the while.

Well, that was... unexpected. Mei Ling will just be slowly stepping backwards. Yep, he successfully freaked her out.

Random cackles again and is about to say something else when Icy finally manages to shove him aside.
He coughs, looking rather irritated.
There is an awkward silence.
"...I...apologise...for zat." The words are awkward. Decepticons don't apologise.
It's a first, but Icy deems it necessary ~~even if his siblings don't and are protesting and laughing hysterically at him at the back of their shared mind.~~ Diplomatic relationships are important, after all.
"Random is rather...excitable."

"Oh, um... apology accepted." She doesn't really understand; she's not sure she should ask either. Her curiosity and confusion are fighting against her constant need to be polite.
"Random is..?" Her curiosity won.

"Him."
And by 'him' he means the crazy laughing maniac who had just shown up a few seconds ago. He's rather reluctant to discuss this topic, really, but it's always the first question most people ask.
"He shares a..."
He fishes for the appropriate words.
"...a mind vit' me, I suppose." That will have to do.

That's... interesting. Mei Ling stands there for a moment before she slowly nods.
"I understand, I suppose," she pauses again, and then a small smile appears.
"Well, may I ask who I'm speaking with right now?" She likes to think she's clever.

"Icy," the triplechanger replies. He's used to this kind of joke.
He's getting tired of it already. Millions of stellar cycles and still the same old joke.
"I am what could be considered the 'sane' mentality. Ze ozzers in my mind are...less stable."
HEY!
AHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!

"Well, a wise man once said, '"Sanity is madness put to good uses.' " Mei Ling smiles and shrugs again. Given the time to understand the situation, it turns out she's actually quite comfortable around Decepticons. Who knew.

Who knew indeed. Blitzwing is quite pleased with the turn of events.
"Is zat so?" Blitzwing answered, obviously amused. "Anozzer organic proverb, I assume?"
Who knew organics were so smart.

"Yes, George Santayana, Spanish philosopher and author of The Life of Reason."
She studied literature because she wanted to be a well-balanced engineer...

"Interestink."
He immediately started shifting through the datapads a little faster, looking for the aforementioned datapad of the book.
"So, vhat vas your job before you ended up...here?" He waved a hand vaguely around to indicate the ship.

"I was a data processing specialist for the military." She's not boasting, but the title does seem at least a little impressive for a girl who is barely an adult.

"I see." Blitzwing hides his surprise. It wouldn't do to have the organic see that he was actually impressed, somewhat.
He finally found what he was looking for and started reading.
"I vas-still am-a soldier. Sparked for war."
The way he uses 'sparked' suggests that it means something other than what the normal human definition is.

"A soldier?" Mei Ling seems slightly surprised, but then again Mei Ling has met some unconventional soldiers, "I suppose 'The best soldiers are not warlike'"
Proverbs are a habit.

There is a slight noise from Blitzwing that could have passed as a snort at the mention of 'not warlike'.
He continues to scan the datapad idly.
"I am sure zat you vould take zat description back if you saw me in battle," the not-so-giant alien robot comments.
Blitzwing not being warlike? That name and that descriptor should not be in the same sentence.

She shrugs and looks down at her datapad, "Perhaps. Though, I don't usually meet soldiers in the library."
Though she does spend a bit of time discussing proverbs with them.

"I enjoy some literature, at least," Icy grumbles. "Unlike my...siblings. Zey just like to blow things up and vatch zem burn."
Not that Icy particularly disliked it either-he just liked to read now and then.

She laughs a little, "Do you not get along?"

"You could say zat. Alzough sometimes, zey are..not too bad, I suppose," Icy admitted.
AWWWWWWW!
Pfft, you are getting soft!
Blitzwing rolled his working optic in a familiar gesture. "But most of ze time, zey are irritating idiots."

"Ah well, I never had siblings, so I can't imagine what it's like. Especially if we had to share such... close quarters."
She still likes to think she's funny.

"Close quarters indeed." There was a certain note of 'not impressed' in that simple statement.
Blitzwing said nothing else, and merely began to read the datapad again.

The silence was a bit awkward. Mei Ling wondered if she had said something wrong and frowned slightly and gathered up her datapads.
"I suppose I'll leave you to your reading then," she mustered up a sheepish looking grin for her farewell.

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asdfgh AM I LATE /fail

THAT IS PERFECTLY OKAY :)

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