shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

Sloane is still seated, but she's watching the conflict with apparent anger.
....and then Aricia implies again that the lime troll's only reason for existence is to be a relationship toy, and, well, that's about enough of that, Sloane decides. She gets to her feet, walks over to the two trolls, and shoves Aricia off of the lime troll. "I think that's enough of that," she says, moving to plant herself between Aricia and troll Sloane. "You should really, you know, walk away. Now. Before something drastic has to happen."

 

So you kill people and phuck with them in private where you cant be held accountable phor it. Gotcha. Also this is phormal declaration that you can suck my globes and Sloane doesnt have to interphere.
*He flips a coin.*
Your phuture holds some abrupt changes, a perilous drop, and a phucking idiotic tantrum. Have phun with that.

 

"Origin does not define personhood. And even if it is normal for your homeplanet or for this individual, that does not mean she likes or consents to it in this particular instance. Primus, do Beforans not have a concept of personal autonomy either?" [His eyes have bleached out to near-white; he sets the cube down, and it almost immediately vanishes with his attention elsewhere.]

"Yes, because it's so difficult to separate a pair of organics who probably don't even have suction cups. Libre, if the captains object I'll back you up."

 

(Aricia yelps and then gets to her feet, clearly pissed.)

oh yeaH? like whaT?

(She surveys human Sloane.)

what even are you, anywaY? no horns, pale skin....you're clearly not beforan eitheR. not even a troll, i beT. why are you interfering in a relationship you don't even have the capacity for understandinG?

(Aricia shoots him an annoyed look.)

oh, like a coin could tell you thaT. besides, it's not like other trolls on beforus don't do things like this toO.

(She rolls her eyes.)

hmmmM. personal autonomy, personal autonomY....

well, sure, it's a thinG. it's just not something that's really applied to limebloodS.

 

*He looks incredibly smug.*

And here comes the tantrum. Also shes a human or some dumb bullshit like that and theres like phive here who are perphectly capable oph being in proper romance. Unlike you. Have you ever been able to keep someone around without paying them? *He flips the coin again.* Sources say no.

 

Sloane frowns, wondering why her name was mentioned, but files that away as a question to ask immediately after this is settled.

"I don't need to understand your relationship customs to recognize when someone's uncomfortable with a situation. Besides, he," Sloane points to Fedina, "doesn't think what you're doing is okay either, and if a troll who should, by your definition, understand your 'relationship' thinks what you're doing isn't cool, then I'm inclined to say it's not cool! And here's my official declaration that I'm about two seconds from punching you in the face, and the troll you were sitting on doesn't have to interfere at all." She offers Aricia a sharp smile. "And I don't think I'm the only one inclined to hurt you right now."

 

Thank you Whisper
-changes his drink into tea, to Aricia- I think my problem just solved itself don´t you? So you go ahead. It´s been a while since I´ve been in a riot but I´m sure it´ll come back to me.

Thank you Whisper
-changes his drink into tea, to Aricia- I think my problem just solved itself don´t you? So you go ahead. It´s been a while since I´ve been in a riot but I´m sure it´ll come back to me.

You little...-And Aricia gets a cube of tea thrown in her face-

 

(Aricia spares him a glance, less perturbed by this--after all, she is presently wearing the color violet because it's her matesprit's blood color, so he's not right.)

well, that just proves you don't know anythinG.

(Aricia screeches and just barely manages to avoid the tea hitting her. She is clearly furious now, but at the same time, she suddenly seems to realize she's gotten herself into a bit of a predicament. She straightens up and huffs.)

look, it's not my problem if you don't understand beforan customS. but finE. i promise not to touch your precious pet limeY. satisifeD?

 

Also apologize to everyone phor being rude and apologize to her phor sitting on her lap. And buy everyone drinks. You gotta do all three or the phuture will get back at you somehow, it always does.

 

"What, limebloods aren't people now? She's just as much a troll as you are, and I've spent entirely too much time listening to people who think they get to define personhood to put up with it from aliens."

"She's not a pet either. Try again." [With a flick of his wings, Whisper summons a deluge of motor oil from ravespace directly above Aricia's head. It's a bit petty, maybe, but Libre did get results with tea and he's not feeling particularly charitable right now.]

 

-he applauds, clearly approving-
If we were in realspace I might have to discipline you for show, but as I technically have no real authority here, I'm perfectly happy observing.

 

ew, nO. i'm not apologizing to a limeblooD. or you, for that matteR. and it's not like i was particularly rude to anyone herE. and i'm certainly not wasting my money on you loT.

 

(sorry for the late replies, was

(Oneira hands Libre a mug of black tea.)
Please don't pour this over the other guests, though.

The name's Oneira. Well, not elemental sodium, although I've sean some people swear by a bit of sodium chloride to mellow out the bitterness. Sugar -- glucose, that is -- and milk -- which is a mixture of a whole lot of things from certain fats over minerals and lactose -- are classic, others put spices in which have a wider variety of compounds.
At this point, I suggest trying everything, and taking notes.
(She grins)

Seams like Beforus has a caste I've never even heard of, but they have the same hoofbeastshit attitude about castes that Alternia does.
Long story short, we have a wide variety of blood colours which denote our caste, and what we can become once we hit adulthood.

 

No objection here. Look I'll even close my eyes and hum while you step on the squishie. For plausible deniability and stuff.

 

(Aricia screeches. And then moves out from under the motor oil, even though she is already drenched in it, and proceeds to basically scream what she says next.)

UGH! FINE, I will leave ryydeR alonE. therE! i used her namE! happy noW???

 

You were rude to like everyone and more to the point youve got like a million gallons oph oil on your head. This is when youre choosing to be phussy about the relative caste oph the people youre apologizing to?

The word youre looking phor is "sorry".

 

Listen up, bluey, you can play nice or you can fuck off, savvy?

 

Anyways can I get a phlat white? Do we gotta pay with real money or can I pay with phutures? Im always right eventually.

 

(Aricia scowls and continues to dig herself into a deeper hole.)

it's not about her caste, it's more about the fact that limebloods might be near the middle of the caste system, but that doesn't mean they have middling staturE. like i said--they're basically just toyS. i'm not apologizing to thaT. that would be like apologizing to a chair for sitting on iT.

(Aricia looks at Oneira, clearly registering what was said. However, she says nothing to amend for what she's said or done previously. In fact, she says nothing at all.)

 

Thank you. If I need something to throw at people, I´ll summon it, promise.

Yes, thank you Whisper. Do try again, maybe without treating people as property this time.

-smirks and salutes the Captains-

It´s learning. I´ll take that for a start.