shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

*bastion repeatedly cranes its head to follow the gif*
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[Tamika poofs an order of chicken wings into existence and takes a big bite. She finally starts getting the hang of liminal dreamspace, and she immediately uses her powers for evil. Go figure.]

aw hell yeah do you have grapefruit juice?

[She grimaces.]

moms havent been on active duty since before they met but that sounds like a breach of conduct to me

 

heck yeah i do
*juice pulls out an ice cold grapefruit flavor juice box and gives it to her*
i might as well not charge for them...since money doesn't really seem to matter here...and all

oh yeah...you can have one too...i guess
*juice forcefully flings a lukewarm pomegranate-orange flavor juice box at cronus' face*

 

We're stuck in the aft end of nowhere with minimal contact with the rest of Cybertronian society, of course rules go to slag. If Nich and Swiftwing want to frag their way through every willing mech onboard, I'm not going to intervene. Making good money off some of that.

 

I could take y'flyin', if y'wanted. Cockpit might be a li'l tight, but we could make it work.
-he transforms into his alt mode, hatch open-

 

*it stares at tamika, not registering that the chicken wings are made of bird*

 

i didnt SAY anything.

 

*bastion excitedly spins its head around in circles, before reconfiguring into a miniature tank and speeding into cloudcrusher's cockpit*

 

-Cloudcrusher takes off and they go on a flying tour of liminal space-

 

*BZZT*
*Max fires a tazer gun at cronus, before lifting him up and dunking him headfirst into a trashcan with "GAY BABY JAIL" written on it in violet purple marker*
I've got you now, jerk! You can't dodge my tazer if you are incapacitated from blunt force trauma!!!

 

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Spoiler: gif

 

then you were THINKING real loud. you got a problem you come here and you say it to my face, or you can sit quiet and be pretty

[Well, she's certainly not telling it. After a few seconds though, the impulse to be an asshole fades, and she's left feeling vaguely guilty. She walks off to eat her food away from the uncomfortable-feeling robostare.]

 

*He lies there, defeated, with his ass sticking out of the trash can. 'Juicy' is written across the seat of his jeans with a half dried sharpie. Someone should totally put a 'kick me' sign on it.*

 

*He scrawls 'kick me' on a giant post-it note and slaps it on Cronus's ass, like a mature adult.*

 

-he lands and lets Bastion out, transforming back into root mode-
Aww, that's sweet, kiddo. I like you too.
-his optics brighten and he smiles-

Spoiler: Gif

 

*sits down and watches everybody turn into birds*

 

xcuse. Some of us were already birds.

Spoiler: gif

 

And you still look great. Birds are amazing

 

Yes. Yes we are, thank you for noticing.

Spoiler: He preens.

You're pretty okay for a squishy.

 

Thank you, I barely get compliments.