shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

(Deirdre smiles serenely.)
Double.

 

You say it like that and it's gonna end up being a, um, horror. Bad news, yeah?

 

Something similar to Districts, called Poker -- just with a Scelan deck.

Call.

 

(Ilma giggles and takes note of the calls.)

 

it's cool, i can see in the dark. (reed grins and her cyber-eyes glow brighter) don't worry, i'll look out for monsters. tell you if i see any.

 

Not going to raise?

 

If you make them glow really bright, could you, uh, theoretically light the rest of a dark room up? Or is that a, um, rude thing to ask...?

 

Haha, beats me how I got here. I must be dreaming or something, I've always had a pretty vivid imagination.

Pulp. I'd definitely have to go with pulp all the way!

 

Don't we all.

 

sorry, dude, with my luck and the quality of this hardware, if i tried it, the lights would just blow out. which isn't really something i want happening that close to my face.

 

You think? I'm a scifi kind of guy, but I guess the robots could be, um, pulp.

 

Dream it likely is, then-- though that doesn't make it any less a choice in some cases! Does your species display any planewalking abilities, that your dreams send you here?

 

Nu-uh. But not folding, either. You?

 

Now, why would I do that.

 

Wow rude we are at least a glossy centerfold

 

Ouch. [He winces.]

I wouldn't know, I don't read a lot of, um, gentlemen's magazines.

 

Oh, I don't know, I'm not a Seer.

 

you're not gonna ask how i got 'em? (reed wiggles her eyebrows)

 

(Deirdre grins)
Four of Scales, Four of Waves.
I think.

 

Can't be, I got the Four of Scales.
(Apostasia grins at Deirdre's puzzled expression.)
Messing with ya.
Executor of Gears, Executor of Dreams.