shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Yes 'r no questions, then. Would it be okay if I picked y'up?

 

-She nods.-

 

Valiska grins. She rather likes that appellation. "Well, yes. But I do well by them, too."

 

-he picks her up and hugs her-
Would it be easier t' write it, 'stead of comming? Some folks like t' take their time.

 

Interesting. I wasn't aware some organics were interested in our species like that.

 

-She shrugs.-

 

Ask Burlesque.

 

Refractor is fairly sure the squishie is talking about hacking. Flayed firewalls and intrusive downloads/uploads from internal memory banks... unpleasant without prior negotiation.

 

If he wants to try and hack a Prime, he can. [Even without a visible face, he seems Amused.]

 

If he's willing to talk about it, that sounds interesting, but I'm trying to make a habit of not prying, and I'm not sure he's particularly interested in talking to me.

Oh. That's. Considerably different than what I thought. I appreciate the clarification.

 

All right, darlin'. When you feel like talkin', let me know. Otherwise we can jus' stay like this. Or we can go somewhere with a few less people runnin' around. Up t' you.

 

-She hugs him.-

 

Spoiler: affection

 

[what's this? juice's face is evolving!

congratulations! the beet red face has evolved into a tomato red face!

juice tugs down on the beanie more tightly in embarrassment]

 

lolololol

 

(Apostasia conjures up a map. Scelus is way out from Cybertron, past the furthest borders of the war, and in trading/skirmish distance of some more recent reaches of the Galactic Council.)
Orbiting Galleylee 0-616, in the ratis nebula. If your first thought was, damn that's one hell of a roadtrip, that was the point. (Apostasia grins)
Want to visit?

[yes, this is a pun on galileo]

Aye. He's with Optimus Prime at the moment, back on one of the planets around Circus Candens 413. Would that he would restore the records, but apparently he's playing lorekeeper hermit.

Signed.

 

[Cackling]

Yes, yes, well done, you can paint a pretty picture.

 

Hmmmmaybe. Might be a touch difficult depending on relative timelines, but it's something to look at!
[Unfortunately, Mala has never heard of Galileo, and so the pun must pass unheeded.]

Bop 'im a good one 'round the horns, he'll fly straight enough for a bit.

 

*Exaggerated heavily accented cheesy telemarketer voice* You laugh now, but at this very moment, a hacker is using your bank account details from within your mind for a fun prank.

I'm going to have to ask you to calm down, look into the receiver, and show off your funkiest dance moves~

 

You're not funny, because you're trying too hard.