shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

-wiggle wiggle wiggle POUNCE on the Circuit!- MrrRrrRrrrMI!

 

-giggling, pulling their head back a little in a token resistance, not enough that the Mi misses the pounce- Oh no, I've been viciously attacked!

 

!_!
[He topples into the rave with a significant amount of glitter and confetti attached to his body and a bottle of Midori in one hand.]

Guess who's birthday it is!
^_^

 

*Flings more glitter at Wrench*

It's Wrench's birthday!!!

 

Mrrr! Mimimi! -fights, with tiny soft little paws until Circuit is suitably vanquished, then folds down into a mi loaf- Prrrrrr

 

-toasts him with a beer-
Happy birthday! Another year of not blowing yourself up!

 

!_!
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^_^

Yeah!! It's MY BIRTHDAY and we're gonna FUCK THIS PLACE UP!

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-Manifests drinks, opens one and sniffs to test- Yup, is alcohol.

 

*Snaps his fingers and there's a huge three foot tall drink with a straw in it. It's clearly a frozen drink.*

Pina Colada and Strawberry Daquiri mix, if you will my good sir.

 

You guys are THE BEST.
;_;
[He leaves his bottle off to the side and grabs drinks from both of them. The straw goes up under his mask in no time.]

 

-she's wearing hot pink wrap-around shades, a firetruck red duct-tape bra sans shirt, and aiming what looks suspiciously like giant fucking rocket launcher directly at Wrench. When she fires, it shoots digital-edged glitterfetti in a dizzying array of colors into the air, centered on the birthday asshole. Music emanates loudly from a vague point near her. She has brought the party. She is the party. Where are those lights coming from?-

 

-laughs and punches his shoulder-

Hey Wrench, who´s your friend?

 

"Well it's a good thing I'm wearing my party dress!" Lissa blows Wrench a kiss, then tilts her head to one side and glances at Marcus. Should she hug him?

She is such absolute crap at figuring out what to do around monogamous people sometimes.

 

Aww, nah man. You're the best.

*Glances over and then gives her a bright smile*

 

Ford stands up and sets Lissa on the ground, then walks over with his arm around her. "Hello, you two. We've been wondering how things were going."

It's always weird when she's the one who isn't sure how to social, not him.

 

Lissa smiles brightly at both Wrench and Marcus. It's absolutely not the "I slept with your boyfriend and I'd do it again if you'd let me," smile, because that would be rude, but it might be the "now that you're monogamous I have no idea what to do for your birthday, because jumping out of a cake would probably come off all wrong" smile.

 

!_!
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[He is hyena laughing with delight. BEST. DREAM. EVER.]

THIS IS KABLOOEY AND SHE'S THE BEST!
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NO YOU! YOU'RE THE BEST! EVERYONE'S THE BEST!
^_^
^_~

We are doing GREAT and this party was WILD but THIS party is going to be MORE WILD because the PARTY DON'T START 'TIL I WALK IN.

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Things have been going pretty well! I mean, once we got shit with Blume cleared up it was easy honestly.

EXCUSE YOU! You're the fucking birthday boy, you're the best.

Fucking shit yeah it was wild-- Still not sure if I'm awake or asleep. Don't eat the fucking brownies, man.

 

Lissa nods, and attempts to hug both of them, preferably at once. It may not work. They are not small men, and she is a rather smol catte.

 

I AM the best! IT'S ME!
@_@
^_^

PRETTY SURE we're all fucking dead man. We are DEAD AS SHIT. I want to blame T-Bone! I'M BLAMING T-BONE.
>_>
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