shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

Lissa smacks him in the nose with the end of her lovelock. "As if I'd get that on my claws. Foolish man."

 

-a wild Laverna appears. This one looks healthier than the others other than the eyeballs on her wrist. One's also painted on her forehead, but the dot for the pupil moves with the eyes on her face. To those who can sense such things she's very clearly demonic, if the horns and purple-smoking eyes weren't a tip off. The horns are rutilated with coldly glowing purple and decorated with gold-

Ugh. Smells like I'm not the first to come here.

 

"I don't know," Ford says lazily. "Never been here before. But I don't see too many people like you. How long has this transformation been going on?"

 

...well this is ruining a perfectly good dream.

-She pouts.-

 

-three of five eyes focus on him, the two real ones on her face narrowed in amusement- Since I ran out of time. And planet. It's very hard to run away from something that registers distance very differently from you. The 'transformation' is over, though. Unless I wanted to change more.

 

"You're not Alex," says Ford. "Both she and Mason are sitting right here with Jezebel and Gwendolyn. So. Are you pretending you're my niece, or are you from another dimension?" He balances a teacup on one knee and a catte on the other. "And why aren't you happy to see me?"

 

You're telling me. First dream not full of blood in a decade, and it's full of organics instead.

 

-She wanders over and plucks some sort of savory finger food from the table.-

Don't be silly. She's pretending to be me.

 

-mock-innocent head tilt- Aren't organics full of blood?

 

"My niece doesn't have blue eyes," says Ford. "I do, but...I've always had blue eyes. Has William been misbehaving, or have you?" He grins. "You can tell me."

 

Most of you aren't wearing any right now, though, and you aren't even missing any obvious parts.

 

I don't know a William.

-She rolls her blue, blue eyes.-

I didn't say she was pretending to be me very well.

 

"How do you get blood without organics?" Lissa looks up over Ford's shoulder, curious as any cat. Her arm is around his shoulders now, her hand and claws splayed possessively. She's not digging in very hard. But she is digging in.

 

"Are you a Mabel or an Alexandria?" He glances at Lissa, a little teasingly. "Shred my shirts all you like, sooner rather than later, I hope, but try not to ruin my suit."

 

'Circulatory fluid' is imprecise and a mouthful, and 'energon' isn't a universal term, familiar though I am with it.

 

"Okay," says Lissa, impishly. "I'll try. But I might not succeed."

 

-She gives him the most withering look she can muster, which is pretty withering.-

I don't have to answer your questions.

 

This place translates (binary gibberish) as any of blood, fuel, or energon, depending on the context. It's not precisely the same as organic blood, but in some circumstances it's analogous.

 

"So you're in control of it. Good." Ford smiles.

"You don't have to do anything," says Ford. "Do as thou wilt."

 

See? The medic agrees, translation here is imprecise.