shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

I think I just befriended a hopefully benevolent dictator.

 

-glances down quickly and smiles before returning guard stance-
Whatcha got there, kiddo?

 

[She summons it and hands it to him with a wink]

[Nichrome to Cloudcrusher, Life Support]: Oh my. Well if you want to make me uncomfortable in the near future, I'll be over here at the bar, slowly drinking a cube of energon.

 

HeY, is something bothering You look kinda nerv-

[Several Aricia posts later]

[Vulcan's veins are visibly bulging out of her entire body, and she is completely trembling with rage at what Aricia has done, but she doesn't hit Aricia out of respect for Sloane. Knowing she'd lose all self-control if she tried to engage, she continues to talk to Sloane.]
HeY, are hanging in there, Sloane? Is there anthing I can do to help You calm down, short of dealing with the problem mYself?

Don't worrY, You've got a clown with You who isn't letting shit like that catch Her off-guard again.

[There is no hesitation in Vulcan following her to the new table. She doesn't sit down, but hovers around Sloane protectively.]

HonestlY, I'm more concerned about You Yourself at the moment.
...I know You said You do not like quadrant stuff but
Is there reallY nothing I can do to help You feel better?
I'll fuck right off if I'm out of line but if You want I'll give You all the shoulder massages and hugs You could ever want 'cause Jegus I can't imagine You not at least being shaken a little from such a blatant Fuck You to Your boundaries.

 

-looks up- Just something to read. -casually loafs on tablet-

 

-salutes Nichrome and winks at them both-

-valiantly tries not to laugh-
Oh yeah? Interestin' stuff?

 

(Troll Sloane shrugs.) Everyone back home is kind of like -/ha-/. I mean, don'-/ ge-/ me wrong, she's defini-/ely one of -/he wors-/, bu-/ -/ha-/ doesn'-/ mean she's go-/ an unusual way of doing -/hings. I'm okay, hones-/ly. Kind of upse-/, i guess, because i-/'s no-/ some-/hing i wan-/ed people -/o see....bu-/ she's gone for now, so i-/'s fine. -/hank you, -/hough, i-/'s swee-/ of you -/o offer. (She smiles at Vulcan. The offer is nice, although she isn't totally sure how Vulcan trying to help her feel better is 'quadrant stuff', but that's not really a big deal at the moment, and Sloane appreciates that Vulcan offered.)

 

[Life Support to Cloudcrusher, Nichrome]: Cloudcrusher seems a bit... preoccupied, but when he's finished, I can make you both rather uncomfortable if you'd like. Provided we can keep your kitten from being nosy.

 

Yes! I´m reading how joints work, they´re hard. Mine always fall apart. -pause- When I build them, not Mine mine. -sees LS- Oops.

 

OkaY, but I'm here for You if You ever want to talk about it, Fam.
[Vulcan emphatically places a hand over one of Sloane's without realizing it.]
If You're feeling less bothered bY what happened now, would You like to return to Our earlier conversation before We got interrupted?

 

[Nichrome to Life Support, Cloudcrusher]: Oh just let him keep that textbook he probably "borrowed" from medbay and he will occupy himself.

 

-he laughs a little-
[Life Support to Cloudcrusher, Nichrome]: True enough. Shall we, then? It seems like the troublemaker is gone for now, Sarge, so you should be good to blow off some steam.

-he gestures to a convenient fade to black area and holds out both hands. Cloudcrusher nods to everyone and takes one, grinning widely-

 

[Nichrome takes the other one, popping out the wheels in her pedes so Life Support can pull her.]

 

(Skyfall sits on her barstool, one leg over the other, back to the bar and both elbows propped up on it. This time she has an actual drink in her hand and not just a travelling mug. Something about it exudes an aura of the cybertronian equivalent of fruity and sweet. It appears she is currently content with looking like a pretty pinup.)

 

Whoa!

 

[You remember Inoxah tucking you into your recuperacoon, so why are you up and back in your dress from the symphony debut again? No one seems to have noticed you yet, so you unobtrusively check to make sure your skirts are laying right, none of the chains of your hair jewelry have tangled, and that your throwing knives are still tucked within reach but out of sight. Good.]

 

(Sloane blushes a little about the hand, but isn't really sure how to respond to it--it's not like that's a pale thing, right? Is it a quadrant thing? She's not sure, but it's nice....she doesn't usually like quadrant things, so that means this is probably not a quadrant thing, right? Then again, she's starting to get the feeling that maybe quadrants are different on Alternia or something. She gets so caught up in thinking about this that it takes her a few minutes to register what Vulcan said, and is momentarily flustered in trying to respond.)
Oh! Yes, i'd love -/o con-/inue -/alking about wha-/ we were discussing previously. -/he games and such, i mean.
(Taaaaaaaaaaaaalk about weird wording. Oh well.)

 

(Aricia is wandering back over, having found nothing particularly interesting to do, when she notices Catriv. A rustblood? Hmm. She walks over to Catriv and surveys her. And then opts for the blunt route. It's not like she needs to be simpering and proper to a rustblood, after all.)

who are yoU?

 

[Vulcan is completely oblivious to Sloane's reaction, but subconsciously senses nervousness and reassuringly rubs her hand with her thumb.]
So, what are some of Your favorite games, Fam?
We were about to discuss them to see if We could spot the differences and shit, I think.
We should probablY figure out where the hell Our timelines are in comparison to each other first tho.
What's the number of the latest issue of GAME GRUB that came out?

 

[You look this newcomer up and down. She looks... very healthy for a blueblood, and her clothes are made out of decent and relatively undamaged fabric. Where could she have come from? Maybe some of the more outlying groups of bluebloods managed to hoard enough wealth for a more secure lifestyle (which is almost heartening until you realize they probably gained wealth like that through more or less literal highway robbery). But what's even weirder is that she doesn't recognize you.

You straighten to your full height, shoulders back, chin up.]

Who are you? And what are you doing here? Inefak didn't say anything about another meeting scheduled today, and the guards should have stopped anyone unexpected.