shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

Oh, Eyefeather. I didn't notice you there. You're practically unnoticable. It's a very nice change from the gaudy manner of the security team, have you decided to be stealthy for once?

[He smiles and salutes back with one finger.]

Oh, I enjoyed the benefits. Frankly, the pay was better, and at least when you're an 'ambassador' there's a modicum of respect to the title. The smugness is a point of contention though, I must admit; not everyone finds it quite as charming as Flux does.

I do try to be nicer in proper contexts, but I'm afraid I'm cripplingly arrogant. It's a terrible affliction. Terminal, I hear.

 

...Eyefeather's okay, I think!

 

[He takes the cube, almost immediately dream-magicking it into another cylinder of whatever he was drinking before the derail into kink discussion.] You're a real bro Libby.

 

Mostly paintjobs that don't make me question the collective sanity of the planetary population.

Oh darling, the liner goes around the optic not on it, please don't blind yourself again.

Thank you doveling, I love you as well.

 

And again: Prima and Trion's children. Both sanity and design aesthetics are questionable.

 

-visibly restraining himself as he calms down-

-unkind smile-

I know the Grey Lady's name. Out of your pay grade.

 

Not a very good mechanic. >:)

 

*Cough.*

 

Ugh, I know right? Suffice to say that evenif my expectations were low, they managed to slide under them easily.

-She bats her optic shutters-
Oh but I'm very cute while I fail at these technical things. Dove, I'm just very much an artisite, so I have no idea how to do engineering things.

 

Valiska is watching the war between the mis on her mates' braids and the mis on her children's braids and locks with great amusement. They are pretty good at fighting with hair! And each other, playfully.

 

I don't really find ignorance attractive, you big ol' brat.

-She rolls her optics, crosses her arms, and pouts.-

 

[-Fight! Tariq's eyes go solid black when he leaps, black tarry knife forming in his hand. Ter has remembered he's a vampire, all teeth and claws. His gashes don't heal fast enough, and when he scratches Tariq's skin it reveals something hard, black, and glossy instead of meat. Fortunately it's the rave, so they're not going to kill each other this time.]

 

My sweet, I've never blinded myself with my eyeliner and I'm sure you know it. Though your inability to tell say you might have. You didn't ruin your paintjob again with that nonsense, did you?

 

yeah, see, i dont do the vwhole clonefucking thing.

 

No, I´m a sharptongued aft. -grins-

 

-coughs-

 

Don't you change frames weekly? Sure, you're good looking, but what's the point if nobody ever gets to LOOK at you?

-Pouting intensifies.-

 

No but many people do.
[She stretches her loooooong legs out and crosses them at the ankle]
So I don't mind admitting I don't know how to do something sometimes, as long as I can swing it so mechs and femmes will fall all over themselves to do it for me.
Besides I totally made the boat run even though it was my first time doing an engineering thing.

 

Which I think might reflect more on your impressive confidence and willpower than anything else.

...I just hate having to act dumb so people won't suspect I can do things. Especially after I try to show them I'm smart and deserve a chance to learn and nobody listens.

 

To each their own. [He shrugs.]