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

[alwaysadrift]

[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.

Comments

[alwaysadrift]

Did yours have giant confused robots too?

[Clearly bringing jello is this place is his destiny! How exactly that works he has no idea.]

It's all yours if you want it. I'll even try and, um, wrap it up again somehow.

[Please take it, it's starting to make a sticky puddle around his footplates. Seriously how do humans eat this stuff?]

[getoffmyearth]

Oh, you know, from time to time. You get all sorts out in space. None exactly like you, if we're going to be really pedantic about it, but close enough.

[Peter seriously can't remember the last time he had jello. For real. But it's a thing and you know it could be prison food.]

Ok don't be doing that, it's just a lost cause to try and put it back. I can come collect it.

[Also mildly concerned maybe he did it wrong.]

[alwaysadrift]

So I suppose robots and jello are not linked events then. Shame.

[Though on second thought, 'Jello Summoner' is not exactly his first choice as special powers go.]

I'll just, uh, save it for you then.

[And try not to get his metaly fingerprints all over it any more than they already are. Drift's pretty sure it wouldn't fit back in that tiny box anyway. Not after the 'just add water' step.]

[getoffmyearth]

I admit I have seen stranger correlations between events, but that one would take the cake for most preposterous. Of course, now that I've said that, something will have to come along and prove me wrong.

[There could be worse special powers. You could become jello. There's no way that wouldn't suck.]

Thanks, man. How does a giant robot get jello anyway?

[alwaysadrift]

Well, hey, I aim to please? [When it comes to preposterousness? Well at least he's excelling at something that isn't stabbing stuff. Like making up new words.] But I know that feeling. Just when you think you've got things figured out...

...it enters whole new level of weird.

[Especially if it made humans want to eat him. Smelling like strawberries might not be terrible though.]

Uh... You buy a thing from one of the food vendors that has a pink cube pictured on the front and desperately hope that it's something you can eat? The, uh, putting it in a bowl and adding water thing was just part of the instructions.

[Clearly he didn't read the MOST important part of the packaging. Like the part about it not being energon. Whoops?]

[getoffmyearth]

I'll drink to that. Or I would, if I could be sure I could actually buy you a drink.

[God maybe he is going to miss the tentacled horrors and cancer gods. Maybe that was a preferable problem. Knowing his life, he will find a way to be grateful for that weird.]

Well, I guess if you're you, you don't necessarily have to worry about accidentally buying something poisonous without paying attention.

[This is not judgment. Peter Quill's life has very little room for judgment, when you may be the leading expert in stupid ill-thought moves.]

[alwaysadrift]

The day they get engex here is the day I'll take you up on that. Long as I get the second round.

[Because if the powers that be might grace him with food, why not the booze version too?]

Ha-ha, no. That would require forethought! More than I put into this... particular... endeavor.

Yeah what can I say, threat of starvation kills the processing power.

[Stupid ill-thought move brofist?]