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[legalcy]

"You have reached the personal frequency of Ultra Magnus. I am unable to answer your call either due to a scheduled priority or an emergency. If the issue requires my immediate attention, begin your message by stating "Emergency" and the level of threat or writing that information in the subject header. Please leave your name, time and date of contact, message, and location. I will respond at the nearest opportunity."

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Comments

[areaman]

Yes.

[and it's paying off, all this hard work; it's why he decided to start learning how to fix things. he can see the tangible results. you'd never know a bomb went off in the library and the pile of datapads that need fixing is getting smaller.]

I want this finished, and it would be irresponsible to ask anyone else to do it. [he shrugs a shoulder, leaning against one of the shelves near where minimus is looking. they're anchored down now - not permanently - but in the event of another explosion they won't get knocked over. not good for the datapads that'll have to absorb the kinetic energy instead, but better for anyone that might be seeking shelter.] I like the work, anyway. A bit of monotony does you good.

[legalcy]

[If Minimus only knew how much work Megatron put into tidying up the library, he would clearly see why Optimus married him. Any other reason does not approach his mind.]

They're sturdy. I appreciate the additional safety measures. I wonder why the anchors aren't code standard? [Because it's a generally useless thing in normal libraries.] Do you need assistance in measuring, or in applying the bolts?

[areaman]

No, it's done. [he directs minimus to a pile of datapads instead.] If you need some busy work, sorting these into separate categories would be helpful. I should have done it as I went along, but didn't. Then they can be reshelved and one step closer to being finished.

[legalcy]

[Megatron understands Minimus. His optics brighten at easy sorting work - busy work, essentially. He takes a reverent seat before the piles.]

What are they?

[areaman]

Fiction. Non-fiction; autobiographical. Possibly a few others mixed in, but those will be the two main ones. If you want to go above and beyond, you could stack them alphabetically.

[he shifts to the other side of the table where he was working before he apparently face planted.]

...Ask me if you need anything.

[megatron also knows that minimus enjoys working in silence. if he wishes to say anything, he will.]

[legalcy]

[Minimus's face hardens at the sight of fiction and nonfiction mixed together, tainting each other's themes with their presence. Such disarray requires all of his focus.]

I will notify you when this is done. Feel free to use music to pass the time. [Considering that he doesn't want to work in silence, but talking is a bad idea.] ...As long as it's not distracting.

[areaman]

I don't listen to music. [at least, not while he works. at least, not anymore.] You may put your own choice on.

[legalcy]

Very well.

[He flips through the stack of datapads, mentally reviewing what music he has on hand. With some thought, he connects to the library audio system and prepares his Billy Joel playlist.]

Low volume, please. [There we go. Work music.]

[areaman]

[megatron obliges and then sits back down to get back to work.

he's perfectly happy to work and not talk and just listen to the music. feels like he vaguely remembers it from one of the planets he's been on before, but can't place which one.

doesn't matter. these datapads won't fix themselves.]