shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

"Don't be dead," Ford says, amused. "My wife will want to figure out how to bring you both to our dimension if you're dead in your own. She adopts people. Just not always in a strictly motherly way."

 

´Course she is. -grins, turns to Lissa and Kablooey- Hey, I´m Sitara.

What, death by brownie? Naw, we´re just having a hell of a trip. Weird that we wound up here though.

 

*Hugs accepted and returned*

Nah, we're not dead. I remember this shit when I wake up.

*Laughs a little* Yeah, well, I only warned him about the brownies because weed is not the only thing in them.

 

Yeah, I guess we are!

 

Nope, not happening, I´m keeping them.

 

Wrench you asked for the best drug brownies that there ever were, right? I got you those. Happy birthday, don't touch me.

 

Damn straight! You're the best, too! -jumps, does a swing around a dingy lamp post that exists purely for her to swing around, and lands nearby, where she summons up a shiny white plastic robot bartender, glowing purple between the plates and at his joints, with shiny white plastic bar, who pours a series of drinks in various glasses in an eye-searing rainbow of colors. Then one in ultraviolet, and one in infrared, because why the fuck not-

 

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[He attempts to hug back! The drinks are, unfortunately, still in his hands and he is not very coordinated. At least the frozen one isn't going anywhere soon.]

SOMEONE totally spiked the brownies, so we're PROBABLY NOT DEAD FOR REALSIES. Just for FAKESIES.
^_^

LUCKY.
*_*
[He headbumps Marcus affectionately.]

Awwwww SITARA it's like you LIKE ME OR SOMETHING.
^_~

 

Holy SHIT dude you are the BEST. YOU ARE THE BEST.

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Holy shit! HOLY SHIT! H O L Y S H I T!
*_*
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^_^

 

Ford laughs. "You say that like you think she wouldn't take you in, too." He rolls his eyes fondly.

 

*return headbump. Look at this cat affection, look how cute it is.*

 

Lissa bites her lip. "Chocolate?"

 

"This is a dream. You can eat chocolate in dreams. It won't make you sick." Ford grins. "I won't let it."

 

GROSS.

-stands on a barstool so she can lean in from behind, wobbly, and kiss his hoodie on the side. And then retreat before she falls on her face, which would be embarrassing and totally not a common result of her forgetting gravity exists-

 

Thanks. It's your birthday.

Yes. If you don't like chocolate they can be made into blonde brownies. Wrench isn't fond of those.

 

"I don't know if I like it or not," says Lissa, taking a brownie. "I'm a cat. But Ford pointed out that in the dreamlands I can eat it anyway."

 

That's good. I hope you like it then.

 

Was it in the joints too, or am I just that gone.

Wow! That´s fucking amazing! What does it serve?

Don´t get used to it! -she´s clearly joking-

Thanks but we´re good. -she smiles and sounds friendly enough-

 

^_^
^_~

YOU'RE GROSS. Getting COOTIES on me and STUFF!
^_^
[He attempts a hug.]

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!
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You have to be nice to me! IT BIRTHDAY
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