Guy-Manuel sighed. Or, at least, he made the the motions of a sigh combined with a sighing sound from his speakers. It had been a number of years since he'd actually been able to sigh. He sighed again, and this time skipped the needless melancholy in describing it.
This was pointless. So what if one of the reporters had blindsided him with questions about his past in Daft Punk and the accident? It wasn't that big a deal. Still, it had been jolting to say the least. Over ten years on, and the general public had lost any interest in that part of his past, mostly. Even years later, and with numerous speeches on various new xeno-technology discoveries, awards ceremonies and public appearances under his belt, he still hated talking to the media. Didn't matter what field you were in, the media sticking their noses into things rarely ended well. And the dinner was just another example.
It had been incredibly dull, and he had spent a good deal of it standing quietly off to the side and silently judging the terrible music they had chosen. Muzak, really? A style of music so bland and attempting to be inoffensive, it ended up the exact opposite. Still, he hadn't had much else to do. He still hadn't figured out how to give himself the ability to eat or drink again, if he ever would, his fellow crew members were enthralled in their own conversations, and there was no chance he would willingly approach a reporter. So of course they ended up approaching him, instead. Most had been inoffensive and asked the same stock questions about his position on-board and thoughts on the trip, his research, and his thoughts on various current events. Then one man, apparently a fan of his and Thomas' old work, dropped a bomb on him. He'd wanted to know if they ever planned on getting Daft Punk back together, if he still enjoyed music, and then if him 'no longer being human' had crippled his ability to do so.
That had pretty much killed any semblance of fun he might have had for the event.
He'd put all that behind him a long time ago, but he supposed it only made him human to dwell on it from time to time. Especially when shoved in your face by boorish reporters. Even if his body might not be human anymore, he was still human where it counted. That's all that mattered. He shook his head. If he kept thinking on it, he would just get mopey again. He needed to do something else.
And Guy had just the idea. Music always helped him unwind, and while he had the bare basics needed here in his quarters to compose, it would be fun to do so in a proper studio. And, he was aware of a new holodeck that had been installed on this very ship.
Leaving his quarters, he set his HUD to guide him towards his desired destination. Surely it would be empty this early in the trip?
Ok, so he had pretty much asked for this to happen, didn't he.
Guy-Manuel found himself standing a short distance from the entrance to the holodeck, watching and listening to the small number of people that were currently interested in the new room. According to his senses, there were two currently inside the room itself, with two more standing just at the entrance.
One was a small robot of some sort, a fact that even its terrifying disguise (What looked like a badly stitched caricature of a child) couldn't hide from his senses, and the other was, well, a tall robot. But, there was a reason why the taller of the two caught his attention. Guy wasn't sure for certain, having never seen one in person, but from what he could see of the figure, he had a good feeling they were Cybertronian. And judging by the fact that they were currently in this ship and could actually fit, a Maximal or Predacon.
He was curious, very much so actually, to see a cybertronian on-board. Of course, he'd known they would be here, but it was still another thing to see one in person. He'd researched the cybertronians once, years ago, as a possible line of research to find a reason and possible cure for his affliction. He'd spent a good deal of time, and money, on acquiring and experimenting with various bits of their technology. He had even managed to get a hold of one of their transformation cogs and a spark chamber. Though, whether from damage, or just the sheer alien nature of the 'organs', he'd been unable find any answers to his questions. But, it hadn't been entirely fruitless, and had been fascinating the whole way through.
Shaking himself from his thoughts, Guy frowned in his head. The holodeck was obviously occupied, so maybe it would be best to come back later?
...No.
These were going to be the people he would be spending a large part of the next five years around. It would be best to get to know them now, even if he would rather be off by himself. And, it would give him the chance to talk to an actual cybertronian. Just the thought of the things he could learn from them was enough to push away a good deal of shyness. Miming the action of breathing in deeply, he worked up his courage and started to walk towards the door. As he got closer, he noticed that they, she it would seem, had a fairly feminine shape to her. That had always confused Guy, and he wasn't sure it was a question that was polite to ask. Probably not.
Coming up beside the cybertronian, he leaned against the opposite side of the door frame to make his presence known and glanced inside the room. There was a small bipedal fox-like alien, and a xenomorph in a security uniform.
...Well ok then. That made him a lot more nervous. And confused.
Glancing at the woman beside him, he nodded, and then shrugged and made a 'so-so' gesture with his hand in answer to her questions.
