+ DRANKS + Don't ask how, or why, just accept it: but the Tavernkeeper's drinks do apparently work on Cybertronians.
You thought Gadriel was a Big Boy? Drift has him beat by...a lot, at nearly the maximum height (he's 14'7"). But he bears the fact that everything around him is squishy-sized with good grace, scrunching himself into one of the booths, and probably gouging the furniture. Not intentionally, but he is made of metal. At least he chose a seat without upholstery?
The only problem is, he can't decide what to drink, so he's staring at the menu, indecisive. Maybe you can help?
[ooc: I am up for ALL Silly Drink Shenanigans with Drift--you decide!]
+ QUESTS +
Drift kneels down by the quest board. This was hardly the weirdest place he'd found himself in, but it was a change from what he had expected: exiled from the Lost Light, he'd expected a penitent journey, but people here seemed, well, focused. And apparently they needed help. He's particularly looking at one labeled 'Cleanse the Infection'. That sounds right up his alley. "Do you want to?" Because who could refuse a perky exiled Autobot?
"I could get us there faster, but," a shrug, "my t-cog is malfunctioning, apparently?"
[OOC: feel free to hop on that quest, or suggest another one!]
+ Assorted + Drift is curious, so feel free to have him poke his head into whatever you're doing. Humans and basically anyone non-Cybertronian are weird little novelties, who are endlessly fascinating. Like...what are clothes? How weird. He might be staring a bit, and if you find huge robots staring at you intimidating, he will apologize!
Drift | Transformers IDW | Dryad? OTA
Don't ask how, or why, just accept it: but the Tavernkeeper's drinks do apparently work on Cybertronians.
You thought Gadriel was a Big Boy? Drift has him beat by...a lot, at nearly the maximum height (he's 14'7"). But he bears the fact that everything around him is squishy-sized with good grace, scrunching himself into one of the booths, and probably gouging the furniture. Not intentionally, but he is made of metal. At least he chose a seat without upholstery?
The only problem is, he can't decide what to drink, so he's staring at the menu, indecisive. Maybe you can help?
[ooc: I am up for ALL Silly Drink Shenanigans with Drift--you decide!]
+ QUESTS +
Drift kneels down by the quest board. This was hardly the weirdest place he'd found himself in, but it was a change from what he had expected: exiled from the Lost Light, he'd expected a penitent journey, but people here seemed, well, focused. And apparently they needed help. He's particularly looking at one labeled 'Cleanse the Infection'. That sounds right up his alley. "Do you want to?" Because who could refuse a perky exiled Autobot?
"I could get us there faster, but," a shrug, "my t-cog is malfunctioning, apparently?"
[OOC: feel free to hop on that quest, or suggest another one!]
+ Assorted +
Drift is curious, so feel free to have him poke his head into whatever you're doing. Humans and basically anyone non-Cybertronian are weird little novelties, who are endlessly fascinating. Like...what are clothes? How weird. He might be staring a bit, and if you find huge robots staring at you intimidating, he will apologize!