shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

(Tempest Dive smiles, and nods)
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(Apostasia starts laughing. It's bitter.)
Good one. (Said with a grin. A dry, awful grin, but a grin.)

 

Hm. Good for them, then =] Would have been convenient if they were onboard, but at least they're--

[Suddenly, she thinks better of calling leaving Obrizon an 'escape' to someone who's already as much as said they don't want to attract too much attention for seditious talk.]

--ah. Doing as they please?

 

I look forward to it!
I... I think we all got the call to return, at least? I have yet to find a mech who hasn't. Plenty who refused, though.
Hm.
(Apostasia looks pensieve)

 

Yeah well. I have a job to get back to so! Good day, ma'am.

Oh I'm sure they are!

 

Valiska glances to Ford, who grins and translates.

"Yes! They're beautiful! I grow roses too!"

 

*Swifty's eyes get huge after he touches the orb, because What Is Self Preservation.*
Whoa!!!!!
That was so cool!!!!!!
Ours aren't anything like that!!!!!!!!!
I wanna fly through a storm like that sometime!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Well, if that broadcast reached so many, then perhaps the one with the information will too - although I'm not sure how well a book of scientific research will broadcast. Maybe just a simple message to start with - "we have a cure" or some such - and then the actual information at drop points throughout space? I'm not sure. Logistics was never my department.

 

(Something about Tempest Dive's expression shifts, and the model smile goes up in a real one. Tempest Dive resizes herself to Valiska's sizerange.)
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(She dims her optics for a few seconds, and then a rose garden rises around Tempest Dive. It seems to take up a small backyard, with roses climbing up walls and lattices. They seem to be primarily dark red and dark pink, with some purplish ones)
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(Tempest Dive smiles. In the context of the conversation with Swiftwing, she is still her normal size)
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Valiska makes a delighted, kittenish chirrup, a noise that is usually heard only by her mates and closest friends, and shows Tempest Dive first the small garden on the terrace outside her bedroom, which is filled with roses of many colours, primarily light ones within the bounds of the dark red ones that twine over the outside of the whole house and most of the cliff it's built into, then up onto the main terrace overlooking the sea with many beds of roses arranged by colours, and the ash-grey roses in front of the transparent aluminum windows and doors, then shows her the bramble of deep red and purple roses gone wild that surrounds the house and the cliff and the land, trailing off into the distance down the roads you can see and the roads you might not be able to see.

"They've gone a bit wild," she says, and her tone is supposed to be slightly apologetic, but there's more than a touch of pride in it.

 

More like, whatever causes the old coding to reactivate might ride a similar wave. But yes, best we can do is get the information out there. A summary along the lines of "Here's the deal", with information on where to get more data if so desired.

 

Oh!!
Show me how you made that and I can??

 

(The light from Tempest Dive's optics is spilling out, and the stuttery static from her vocalizer might be laughing, with the rest of her expression, and her clapping her hands excitedly)
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Valiska beams at her. "It was! It is. But I've had so much help. Our home was bombed, and Ford took cuttings of everything that was destroyed, and Ford and I did some spell work, and this sweet boy Steven Universe helped us, too...and now it's even better than it was! And the grey ones were given to me by a girl who came to stay with us a little while, but she found her way home. Everyone's been really lovely about it."

 

Cordelia is confused. She can see the roses. But she can't smell them, and there's nothing there when she noses them, and there are certainly no lop-ears hiding among them...

 

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(She holds another glowing orb on her palm.) (This memory is shorter, of a grey racecar in a similar storm, but over red soil which has evidently spattered all over them. Sun rays breaking through ahead.)

 

...and then, suddenly, while Cordelia thinks wistfully about delicious lop-ears, a bunny appears out of nowhere! Seeing the thylacine, it runs, but Cordelia runs off after it happily.

((And perhaps we as readers should not follow this frame of action too closely, unless we are cool with the Wonders of Nature. Because thylacines don't want bunnies to pet.))

 

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