heavyweaponsbot: (Sideglance FTW)
Ironhide ([personal profile] heavyweaponsbot) wrote2010-02-09 02:40 am

22nd Transmission

If this crew is finished calling their master down on us, I will repeat a previous statement.

I have a frog. I want a question answered. Answer me.

[Locked to Leonardo - 90% Unhackable]
Asking if you are all right is foolish. I will not. I... [Awkwardly] I will only apologize. Should have kept my vocals mute.

Especially since I have no room to talk, when it comes to ignoring that creature calling himself a captain.

[Locked to Ratchet - Unhackable]
Hey. You uh... you got a minute?

[Locked to Ironhide//50% Unhackable]

[identity profile] betterthanraph.livejournal.com 2010-02-09 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
You've got no reason to apologize. I'm sorry for storming off like that; you were right, I just didn't want to hear it.

[Locked to Ironhide//50% Unhackable]

[identity profile] betterthanraph.livejournal.com 2010-02-09 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
...let's just agree that we both blame ourselves and leave it at that. [Leo's tired.]

[Locked to Ironhide//50% Unhackable]

[identity profile] betterthanraph.livejournal.com 2010-02-09 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Understood. Thank you.

[identity profile] weifengyiyu.livejournal.com 2010-02-10 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Meifeng sucks on her teeth.]

I got a few minutes.

[identity profile] weifengyiyu.livejournal.com 2010-02-10 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
The buffet.

I'll be waiting.

[identity profile] weifengyiyu.livejournal.com 2010-02-10 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
I ain't going nowhere.

[And sure enough, she'll be there at the buffet, restocking the food now that the Cook's gone.]

[identity profile] weifengyiyu.livejournal.com 2010-02-10 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Standing next to the buffet trays, Meifeng pours a huge container of soup into one of the large serving bowls. It smells delicious, but it's a bright blue color like probably shouldn't occur naturally in food.

Glancing up at the entrance, she raises an eyebrow and smirks.

Atch-ch-ch-ch. Y're as big as y'sound then.

[identity profile] weifengyiyu.livejournal.com 2010-02-10 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
Is that so?

[Meifeng pinches the end of her glove and peels it off with a smack, yanking off the other one with her teeth and tossing them onto the cart.

Slipping around the buffet trays, she leans back and folds her arms.

Won't know if y'don't ask, naam?

[identity profile] weifengyiyu.livejournal.com 2010-02-10 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Clucking her tongue, Meifeng tilts her chin back as she tries to remember.]

Autobot ... looked like you, naam?

[She rubs the back of her neck and shrugs one shoulder.]

She volunteered to go in th'tank.

[identity profile] weifengyiyu.livejournal.com 2010-02-10 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Meifeng shifted her weight and watched the Autobot curiously.]

Naam. It was someone else's turn, yeah? She thought he wouldn't make it.

Gave him a second chance.

[identity profile] weifengyiyu.livejournal.com 2010-02-10 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Meifeng smirks and wags a finger.]

That's three questions, eh? And I ain't privvie to that info, happened before I got here.

[She opens her palm.]

Hand it over.

[identity profile] weifengyiyu.livejournal.com 2010-02-10 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Meifeng's patience is running out, and she stands up straight.]

Stewardess'd know. She ain't gonna tell ya though.

[identity profile] weifengyiyu.livejournal.com 2010-02-10 07:09 am (UTC)(link)

[Meifeng snatches the box and lifts the lid to check inside, then slings it over her hip, holding it with her bionic arm.]

Y'gotta find her y'self. She might come if y'ask.

[identity profile] weifengyiyu.livejournal.com 2010-02-11 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Relax, kital.

You'll get your answer.

[And Meifeng got her frog. :3]

[identity profile] weifengyiyu.livejournal.com 2010-02-11 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Meifeng sucks on her teeth, then reaches for her comm, pressing a few buttons and scrolling through lists.]

She will be on her break in fifteen minutes. You might find her on the top deck.

[identity profile] weifengyiyu.livejournal.com 2010-02-11 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
Good luck, eh?

[Meifeng sets her box down next to her tray, and goes back to work.]


[identity profile] medicalofficer.livejournal.com 2010-02-10 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
I do not think... I shall ever touch human alcohol again.

[Someone's still not feeling well. Vomiting is not a robot reaction at all.]


[identity profile] medicalofficer.livejournal.com 2010-02-10 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
Not at the moment. Unless, perhaps, you could transplant my processor.

You asked to speak with me?

... Though if you could speak softly...