shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

So polite! And of course, if I'm stuck to a ceiling I can't report for duty... =P

Shenanigans!

 

A long nose pokes through the veil...and is shortly followed by the rest of the thylacine.

--food?

 

Ford scratches Cordelia behind the ears, and sings: "Took a nap in the afternoon, but Cordelia's up in my bedroom. I got up to wash my face, when I came back to bed, she took over my space!"

 

Hmm, yes, that is a potential problem. Could possibly be solved by introducing some subjectivity, though - interviews with organics about taste profiles, perhaps? I'm given to understand that it is somewhat subjective, given human media's tendency to have characters reject food that others enjoy.

 

...not a matter of 'dislike,' I think, but... effect is close enough that second clause is true.

...Decepticon partymember doesn't speak Neocybex as first language? May I ask how that happened?

 

*snorts* Have you met yourself?

 

I don't know why just ignoring him isn't enough anymore Life Support help. I didn't even want a delegation. Much less a PA. You can have him, I'm trading for an extra cube you can watch me drink?

Oh go frag a turbofox, Burlesque.

 

...I have some transcripts of organics attempting to describe and define the taste descriptors.
"Spicy" was managed, and shall never understand the Beladi's preference for food that apparently burns you while you're eating it.

 

And you do it so terribly well, too. [He smiles.]

Taken, sorry. Poor Quietstep will have to do without. Would a dinobot work as substitute?

 

I'm sure we can arrange for a work station being attached to the ceiling near you in a similar manner.

 

are you telling me you dont see a SINGLE difference betvween the greasy grubfaced shortstack and the vwery much an adult troll in full armor?

 

I'm! Um. A recent recruitee? I'm from Obrizon! The Horizon Island most specifically! If you've ever been there and opened a tourist brochure you've seen my work!

 

I see some, but none of them are actually important.

 

alright. find one instance of me hitting on literally anyone.

 

[He gasps quietly, his optics seemingly filled with cartoony stars at the compliment]

 

Hope you read up on the war in the meantime. (Apostasia does not look happy)

 

-his optics crinkle at the edges as he grins-
Why, Captain Nichrome. Are you inviting me to negotiate a new kink with you, perhaps? We really do need to sit down and talk, don't we. Unfortunately, trading sentient beings without their consent is one of my hard limits. And besides, I couldn't possibly - haven't you heard his full title? Whether the captain likes it or not. I couldn't possibly disobey that!
-he winks-

Ah... different from the burn of engex, I suppose? Because there are certain parts of that that appeal to me. Describing the experiences of the senses is difficult, I suppose, when you don't simply have a readout.

 

I believe that is somethign only you and Flux can decide. I don't presume control over anyone's interface life but my own.

 

*sighs* Fine. You've got me. But you're still as big an asshole as the other you is.

 

and thats relevwant to your insistence that i should givwe a fuck if anyone in here vwants to date me...howv.