shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Hardly. I'm a doctor, not a child.

-He looks at his tea and takes another sip. He looks resigned and sad.-

I should be drinking something stronger.

 

...wanna see what I can do~?

 

-The lights start to do a complicated dance over his head. It's looking less and less like a proper diversion and more and more like a nervous habit at this point.-

50rry.

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8RO!!!!!!!!! S3R1OUSLY???????

 

wow, ZZOMEONEZZ clearly on the verge of a neurotic breakdown. zzeriouzzly, thizz izz juzzt embarrazzzzing.

 

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...........

no.

 

Sure, what can you do?

It's hardly something to be sorry for. I imagine it would be rather diverting in another context.

-He's looking at the light show anyway. Julian, you're fucking weak.-

If this is a dream, after all, you're absolutely right. I could have any drink I wanted. I could have Romulan ale, the real kind- or as real as anything in a dream can be, I suppose. But it seems a waste to transmute perfectly good tea.

 

-She pulls a disc from her inventory. It's made of reinforced porcelain and metal, and it's light but very strong and durable. She hands it to him.-

Look at how strong this is, right~? You can test it if you want~.

 

-He takes the disk, looking a bit indulgent. He'll humor the kid, even if it's nothing, but it's true that he is interested. He pulls and twists it in his hands with no effect, nor when he attempts to bend it against the nearest flat surface. He hands it back.-

 

-She tosses it in the air and whistles, and a hole punches through the center of the disc.-
Hee~!
My aim is great~.

 

@Julian Bashir
Ah, so you are a medic also? Very nice to meet you.

 

Nice. How much did you have to practice to manage that?

 

The aim~?
Let's be honest... a lot~.
I've got a range set up to keep myself sharp~.
I use these discs as targets, at different sizes~.
Thickness doesn't really matter though~?
My psi goes through anything as far as it can, there are some things it can't punch fully through but that's not super common~.

 

*He whistles low and impressed, though nothing spectacular happens when he does.*

When'd you figure out you could do it? I know we don't really retain much of what happens here, from what I've heard but I've got a couple kids who can do something in that range of cool shit, and I wanna see how I can help them practice. You know?

 

-She shrugs.-

I must have been like 2 sweeps when I first started doing it with my psi~?
And then I just practiced a lot~.
I don't know if I could teach anyone~.
I barely remember figuring it out~.

 

-Julian startles, but he keeps his tea from spilling a single drop. His reflexes must be impressive! He cheers for her.-

Bravo, Acheta!

Aha... I am a medical officer, yes, a doctor.

 

-She stands up and bows, handing him the disc.-
Keep it~!

 

Thank you.

-He puts it next to his drink. No use in mentioning that he won't have it upon waking, is there?-

 

That's still pretty impressive though. I don't know if they have psi but-- fucking cool as shit.

Maybe I'll set up a range...