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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Oh, come on. There's always room for Jell-O.

[Robbie has a soft spot for the dessert.]

So... pink cubes could be Jell-O, could be a poison for organics - I'm guessing that's me? And you guys need it to eat.

Jelloh? Is that what this stuff is?

[Which he might know, if he'd read the packaging a little more closely.]

Poisonous and, uh, technically _explosive? if handled really improperly. [It's quite delicious when not being explosive though!] But yes. It's not so good for humans. Which...I assume you are?

Who are you? And what is that?

Yeah, I'm human. [Or close enough that he's not going to be licking any strange pink cubes to test for Jell-O-ness.]

I think I'm gonna go down the market place and make sure there's no pink cubes still for sale. Before another human buys it and buys it.

[Oh. Ooooh. This must be the Starscream Megatron was talking about. Who wasn't their Starscream but shared some similar traits. Hopefully the agreeable ones? Are there agreeable ones?]

Drift. The name's Drift.

And it's definitely not energon. [He tested it already!]

Oh so you're the one grimace-face was talking about.

[Hey, he's happy he guessed right. Drift's trying to be all xeno-friendly and such because you never who looks like what around here. He's just glad this jelloh stuff isn't alive and sentient.]

Well if it's any consolation, I haven't found any energon around Knowhere at all. So...less chance of random poisoning?

[Annnd more chances of Cybertronians starving but hey, at least no one else's desert choices come with surprise risks?]

He......mentioned me?

[Er. Wow.]

I thought only human organics put strange things in their mouths.

Unless there's someone else with a stupid sounding name.

[So is Robbie, although it's really difficult when you're talking to someone that can turn into a car.]

I wouldn't exactly call it consolation.

[Because Cybertronians starving.]

I'm still gonna check it out. Maybe another set of eyes will help.

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Hey someone had to at least try.

[He took one for the team! So maybe it smelled a little funny... YOLO!]

[Yeah like Starscream.]

I dunno, have you met that Newt guy yet?

Is that jello? Why does Alternate Universe Knowhere have jello and mine didn't? I've been wanting that for years.

[he is not embarrassed to be a 40+ year old man admitting that.]

You're right, we should all pool the resources we have where they can most easily be shared.

[Hey he's not gonna be offended if you mistake him for a Maserati. Maybe a Lambroghini though because both the ones he knows are kinda punks.]

Much appreciated.

I'm sure there's a, uh, more...sciency and efficient way to go about looking for it but...

[YEAH. Have a giant robot shrug because Drift's equivalent of science is taste testing weird substances and then checking a box: ( )sick ( )not sick]

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?]

Wing!

[Gnnnuh he's glad to see you.]

Yeah. That's a good idea. I have plenty to share. [Sort of but details, whatever. Just so the jet doesn't go hungry.] How are you faring?

And what if you had an adverse reaction to it? We have no medic here.

[... Robbie will beg to drive him either way.]

Sciency and efficient isn't really my thing, but I can't go around licking your food and dying. How about I bring you whatever I find?

[He has no idea why you sound surprised. Though he's glad to see Drift is apparently fine after the attack.]

We're in this together after all.

I'm fine, of course. This place, though? it still unsettles me.

[This can totally happen. After some asking nice type words.]

Oh, er, no. I wouldn't want that. [That has all the makings of a terrible tabloid cover.] Works fine for me. I'm in, eh....Orange 1.

Well I mean. Better me than anyone else. Wing, or Rodimus or you...

[Well okay maybe that Starscream can be the next test subject.]

[Not surprised so much as just...excited. COUGH.]

We are. We should be, right? Able to pull together and help each other out.

[He looks relieved. Though, there goes his easiest excuse to go see Wing. HMMM, what's plan B?] It is unsettling. Not just the gem thing but...this...place.

[CREEPY.]

( A groan, because he honestly forgot about that requirement for living while he was shooting at aliens. )

I didn't come in with anything.

( No energon, nothing. )

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