knowhere | [ 001 - Hologram] What's big, pink and smells like....strawberries?

[There's apparently a lot of giant robots around here. This one's looking a little out-of-sorts though, and it's pretty clear why, when he holds up--or attempts to--a very large wiggly semi-transparent pink cube. Give him a break okay: it's quite slippery, given its gelatinous state.]

Uh. Does anyone...want this? I bought it in the marketplace. I thought it was, ya know, something I could eat. Apparently it's for organics though. [Don't ask how Drift knows this. A medical diagnostic might be on his to-do list though.] And apparently non-returnable now.

[He has no idea what organics would do with such a large quantity of 'strawberry jello' or why it has any right masquerading in the form of an energon cube, but oh well, lesson learned. Drift sets it down before it nearly slips from his hot little fingers, (nevermind the squelching noise please) and pulls out an energon ration pouch, the pink liquid inside sloshing around as he holds it up.]

I am looking for more of this though. It's our fuel, and trust me when I say it's not good for organics. If you see any though, let me know. I can pay you for it, if need be.

[Just...not a lot. What a time to be without his gold currency card. But seriously people, Drift really, really likes not staving! He's done that before and would rather not again. But you better believe he's just the type of idiot to give out what rations he brought with him to the others of his kind. Because even if he's not fond of starving, hey, positive side: he knows how to tolerate it probably better than anyone.]

So Wing, Rodimus, Megatron, anyone else... let me know what supplies you have? I have some rations, if you're in need.

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No I'm a speedster, uh, a sports car, as they say on Earth. But I see where you're going with this. 'Biomechanical lifeform' is probably most proper, but where I come from just 'mechanicals' is common enough. Cybertronian specifically for my species.

[Yep, they aren't the only mechanical species, just the oldest and most advanced.]

And I can't speak for others of my kind, but I'm not gonna get my wires kinked if you call me a robot though.

[He might have choked on his own spittle.]

You're a sports car. I hope that doesn't kink any wires but that's freaking awesome.

[For a second that choke has Drift worried. Sometimes it's not so hot, not being one of those utilitarian altmodes. Kind of gets you left in the gutters, abandoned, during a fuel shortage.

But ya know, then the word awesome comes out and he gets all shiny.]

Ya think so?

[Okay preening time.]

I have some skill too. At racing.

[Just GUESS what kind?!]

[Who needs utilitarian when you're the type of car that is glorified velocity sex on wheels?]

Yes, I think so. You don't??

[That is well-merited preening.]

Drag-rac -- oh my god. Drift. Drifting.

[He wants to drive you.]

[Now that's the spirit! Wait. That sounds lewd and...perfectly sensible actually. More preening time.]

What? No. Course I do! I mean, who doesn't like to drive fast!?

[Drive fast and stab things: Drift's resume start to end. ~~Oh and apparently visions of the future but he doesn't know that's a repeatable thing yet~~]

[GRIN.] Too obvious?

[Granted he's about...80,000 times older than drift racing is but when he got to Japan how could he NOT? And hey...earn the trust man, and he just might let you drive.]

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[Own what you are, little sportscar.]

Little old people who forgot how to live.

[He grins back.]

Nope. I'm a big fan of obvious, groan-inducing codenames. You're golden.

[Hell yes he will!]

Yeah I know a few of those. Plus Ultra Magnus. [Who is anything but little. All nice enough people but low on the excitement scale for sure.]

Code name? Oh but I was I born with that name ages ago. On Earth I was just trying to absorb the local culture.

Also racing. Because. [Like he needs a reason.] Speaking of... You think there's anywhere around here to, ya know, make tracks?

Ultra Magnus? Sounds like a comic book character.

[Robbie raises an eyebrow at the this reveal though.]

You were named Drift? Do - okay, this is weird. Do Cybertronians... grow? Or did they know what you were before your parents named you?

[But he's keen on this notion of racing, if it will happen. Even as a spectator.]

Well... it's a space station. There's gotta be some big place to park spaceships.

You mean like..._{what'd they call it?}...manga? [More of his obtuse knowledge of Japanese culture rearing it's head. Be afraid!] He's a little over the top, if that's what you mean though.

Grow...? [None of that computes for a moment, and then...] Ah-ha! No. Uh. We don't... um. Have parents like that, not in the sense humans do. But our names, they're a reflection of who we are. Sometimes they're chosen for us, sometimes we decide for ourselves.

[And who here is not keen on racing? He already sees where you're going Robbie and likes it very much, yes.]

.....the hanger bay.

Which if I recall correctly, the blue guy said was mostly empty.

[His grin is going from flatline to HECK YEAH in .025 seconds.]

[ 001 - Hologram] What's big, pink and smells like....strawberries?

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this thread is priceless

Yes. Yes, it is.

these two need to do stupid things together

I'm on it.

RIGHT ON