shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

[The Eevee is THOROUGHLY PETTED.]

 

-a few mis pounce up to investisniff the eevee-
Mi? Mimi!

 

(the eevee pauses in its happy trilling over pets to look at the mis. it pokes its heads out and sniffs at them, then cocks its head in curiosity.)
eevee ee! eevee....?
(this is its best attempt at an introduction and a query as to what they are.)

 

"We´re mis!" "MiMI!" -another mis interupts, boldly sniffing the eevee nose-

 

(the eevee considers this response briefly, then sticks out its tongue and gives a tiny lick to the interrupting mi, although it is careful not to harm or eat the mi.)
eeeeeeeeeeeeevee! eevee. eevee eevee eevee!
(the eevee greets the mis. and then explains that it licks things to make friends.)

 

"Miiiiii!!!" -Interrupting mi wiggles, because tongue is big for a mi! It licks the eevees nose back, so there!-
"Mimi." -first mi agrees, and pounces up to also give a tiny lick- "Pirr! Pirrirrirrr!" -tiny purrs-

 

(the eevee makes a chittering noise that is probably a laugh--mi tongues tickle. it waves its tail happily. it likes the mis, it has decided.)
eevee! eeeeeeveeeeeee. eevee eevee eeee?
(the eevee apologizes for licking without thinking, and then asks if the mis would like to be friends.)

 

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

 

Mi. Pirr! -interrupting mi snuggles into neck fluff. Friends.-
"Friends mi." -says other mi-

 

where did that fancy dog come from?

 

"I wonder if Sev could fix that."

 

I don't think it's a gene thing. Their god is an asshole.

 

-at the sound of some other jame's god being a huge prick there is a jame. one who is sitting and actually remembering to eat. yes it is a dream and yes she probably doesn't need to. but rue will be there. somehow. always. we must eat. the dish has a thick, spiced aroma. quite like a curry. she pauses a moment. thinks. more peppers (pickled) and sauce are added. There Was Not Enough Spice As There Never Is-

 

Paz considers this. "They're still made of DNA, right? Either Valiska can get it off them or Sev should be able to fix it."

 

Uh. Not necessarily? I mean it's not like all you need to cursebreak is a DNA machine and Sev or whatever.

...that said, it does sound like a curse, so hopefully Valiska and me and Mabel and Jade can do something about it, for the ones moving to Pennarian.

 

-there is still a distinct lack of...something. more sauce?????? sadly the sauce is knocked to the floor. oh no. she reaches for it but it rolls off and away. in her vain efforts to capture it she falls off onto the floor. with yet another clunk. GRACE. BEAUTY. PURE KILLING PERFECTION-

 

does this happen to you a lot?

 

-grabs the offending bottle and sits up-

You could say that. At least it's not me falling off a swoopbike again. Or out of a drop ship.

 

*Food? Food food. The teal wiggler investigates whether the new furry thing is easy prey by aiming a swipe at it.*

*They're surrounded by wonderful role models.*

 

[Stalker]: Did that once. Well, a hovering personnel carrier- 'drop ship' sounds a little... spacier than what we were dealing with. We stole a Death's Head and were flying it off like the badasses we were, Jen was handling the hovercycles in pursuit without a care- nothing's quite as demoralizing as watching the guy ahead of you get turned into paste because he hit an invisible wall 20 feet in the air, fucking hilarious. And then we found out the carrier itself wasn't as unoccupied as we thought. Got knocked out the back after one of the black lobsters swatted me in the head with a C-27. Goddamn embarrassing.