shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

"Oh, yeah. My Aunt Getheny likes to say, 'At a certain point with this family, it's apocalypses all the way down.'" Mabel grins.

 

'Course not. You want a song anyway? =]

 

*nodnodnod*

 

Well I guess that´s alright.

 

-comes over, looking curious.-

 

-Jetski thoughtfully resets his vocalizer and then starts to sing a quiet, slow lullaby; he's not the best singer, but it's perfectly adequate for putting a sparkling to sleep-

 

Thought y'smelled like Sire, but... not? not anymore... smell diff'ren-....

*and witht hat Polemarch trails off and falls asleep, snoring softly.*

 

I don´t know if I want to know what that means.

 

...i think he's saying he thought you smelled similar to unicron..?

 

Well, great. Just what I need, more metaphysical jetfuel. -sits and leans against a wall- Maybe if I ignore it it´ll go away.

 

...[juice hugs starscream's foot]

 

I told you so.

 

Moira is hugged, hard. "Well that's a shock, diamond! Now why don't you come to the house so you can tell me in front of everyone else? There's probably still food left over from lunch!"

 

-makes a sound like someone stepping on a teacup chihuahua- My writer's brain is doing its best impression of a squirrel that has been raised on a steady diet of meth and apparently "can't properly bullshit" that yet. -the eyeroll is audible, like a boulder trap going off- I'll be home when I can.

Huh. I like that. Home.

 

"Yes, you silly woman, home! And it is absolutely fine if you can't explain that yet especially since the major question we will all ask you will be 'Are you okay?' We had no idea your little errand would take you so long!"

 

-awkwardly pats the squishy with a fingertip, putting on an amused look-

 

[Whisper has not actually died of cute, but he does sit down a polite distance from Jetski and Unicron; the excited flutter of his wings has slowed to a gentle, content fanning.]

...for what it's worth, sir, sparklings generally aren't the most coherent even when they're awake. It's very possible, given how affectionate the little one is towards his sire, that he was trying to compliment you, no metaphysics involved. c:

 

Alright? I´m not sure why I would attract random sparklings but I´ll take it.

 

It ended up more like a cascade of errands. Phaseword does that. Someone thought it was a good idea to build markets the size of cities.... and then stack them. We're both lucky I didn't end up in the warrens or I'd probably be back last year.

 

"It always does end up a cascade of errands, doesn't it? Did you see any thylacines? We've rescued eight and there are probably more joeys, but even ten or eleven isn't a breeding population especially since many of them are related to each other."