shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

"That...sounds like a difficult situation. And, I never thought about it before, but I guess H.P. Lovecraft was kind of racist." Ford frowns. "Although I'm fairly sure he was suffering the effects of having had a glimpses of a few dimensions human beings should have nothing to do with, as well. I've seen some things I'm fairly sure he saw, too. I don't care to repeat the experience."

 

Continuously or cumulatively? I've certainly spent more than three months cumulatively within five feet of a close friend.

 

Not a mouse mi, a mi! -purrs louder when pet. while it is soft and warm as many living things are, a magic used can feel that it is not as firmly anchored in reality as most things.-

 

That's an important distinction to make too. Brehons would need to know it to judge.

 

Huh. A mi it is then. You're a curious little thing. Feeling a bit like seal that's not truly just a seal. That sort of distinct offness.

-picks up the mi-

 

"I was just thinking that would make relationships kind of hard," Ford says. "I've been with Valiska for twenty-five years. Even when we used to travel a lot, I'd still say that I spent at least two months per year within five feet of her just sleeping."

 

people work just fine when they get connected to my place

just not the same way

if you stuck the sage of fire in an mri shed look catatonic but that doesnt slow her down much so murder seems like a stretch

btw that one wasnt my fault

i actually wasnt talking eldritch racist i was talking ordinary vanilla racist

but some of that too

most of the time hes not even afraid of what the critters might do hes just horrified that his idea of what the world is might not be the center of the universe

its hilarious

some of both

if you want to call it damage the damage heals over time

thats part of why i move around a lot

 

That's not the question I asked. The legality of it and the rules involved are my concern. Poets and their leanan sidhe I simply provided as a clear example of fae and human relations. Are you an honorable whatever you are, or no?

 

Cloudcrusher and I met in the middle of a war, and we were apart more often than not because of that. Still, we managed three months of contact probably within the first decade.

Interesting! So whatever it is about you that causes souls to be affected is... Hmm, bioaccumulative, for lack of a better term? And it can be flushed out if more is not acquired? Is it something that can gather in places you spend a lot of time?

I'm sorry for all the questions, it's just strange to me to think of a soul as something that can't be touched or seen, or affected by medicine, for that matter.

 

"So was I," says Ford. "It's just been over thirty years since I read Lovecraft last. I didn't get to take my library with me when I found myself on the other side of that portal, and even if I had, I didn't have much time to sit and read. It just occurred to me that you're right."

 

luckily that is not a problem i have

i trail psychic antimatter everywhere

cant turn it off except by not existing

i move around a lot so i dont hit anybody hard enough to have permanent effects

if somebody was gonna maybe get stuck in a room with me for a long time id warn em and find a new plan if they werent pleased about it but it hasnt come up

i think thats a reasonable way to keep being me

there arent a lot of places i spend a lot of time

but the same thing happens with dragons in a dimension parallel to mine

when they set up shop somewhere everybody in a growing radius around them gets hit

theres most of a continent covered in a permanent overlapping aura

thats where most of naris people are

 

I am good at rectifying tightasses, but not this one...

 

Read?

-what the fuck is reading. ???? ???? is the most perplexed of james-

There we are. Those aren't quite rules as I was thinking of them. Not as drawn out and exact, and there's no poet reciting the thing. I also have no idea what this "antimatter" you speak of is. Still, it does sound like you have an awareness of the situation and provide one. Good enough for me, I'd say.

I'm starting to feel like I jumped into something stupidly without thinking about it again...

 

"If that's intended to be me, don't even think about it. I will sutra you right back into whatever qliphotic abyss you slimed out of," Ford says firmly.

 

"There is absolutely nothing wrong with your ass," Valiska says. "And I'm sure that if Sev were here he'd agree with me."

 

???

-this talk of asses is flying over jame's head. as much as reading. whatever that is-

 

if you do can you wait until i get popcorn

 

leavwe my GIRLFRIEND alone.

 

Valiska produces a large cauldron full of hot buttered popcorn, amused that the Rave is the only place she can create edible food.

"And I repeat: the giant green tentacled penis is not your girlfriend." Valiska makes a face. "Where did Sev go, anyway? The couches are still here."

 

did someone mention butts
[the clown has set up a stand, selling a variety of different severed asses. he is wearing a pale grey butt on his head as a hat