shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

Always has before! -she toasts Lacuna with the bottle, then upturns it and drains it completely- Sometimes both of 'em go.

 

You shouldn't be going blind from drinking, however temporarily! Something is seriously wrong!

 

Yah. This engex is rough as pits is what's wrong. Made it myself. Want some? -offers the bottle, which is now mysteriously full again-

 

"Do you mean, like if I went into season and had two mates, or do you mean three different biological sexes? Because the first one's pretty common among my species," Lissa says. "Monogamy is kind of weird to me, but it would also be rough on a guy if his mate went into season and wouldn't let anyone else help. That's happened to Ford, because I have to trust someone in season a lot more than I'd trust them at a play party. And he swears he likes it just fine, but he sure looks tired when I'm done."

 

-Lacuna takes it.-

Stop it.

 

Ford's just relieved Lissa chose not to acknowledge what Chroma said. "It's a nice kind of tired," he says, stroking her hair. And it is. Mostly. She's too adorable to resist in that state, and there's always mechanical assistance.

 

I WILL NEVER GET USED TO HEARING ABOUT MAMMAL REPRODUCTION, UGH

 

Lissa's wolf greets the stranger.

 

"You have a mammal partner. Unless you're both ace, it is going to come up." Ford blushes. "Um. You know what I meant."

 

Stop what?

 

[Immature disgusted noises]

 

This is dumb! You can do ANYTHING here, why would you frigging wallow?

 

-Giggles.-

 

[A sleepy boy mumbles, half-into Ups's shoulder:] 's he know that? Living people're dumb 'bout making slag happen.

 

I'm not wallowing. I leave that slag to Jetski. I'm drinking.
-she has another bottle, now-

Cybertronians're dumb about genders. She.

 

UNLESS WE'RE WHAT????

I KNOW WHAT YOU MEANT AND AM GOING TO BE GRACIOUS ENOUGH TO IGNORE THE POTENTIAL FOR OTHER INTERPRETATIONS IF *ONLY* BECAUSE I DO THAT PRETTY MUCH FUCKING CONSTANTLY. ANYWAY, SURE, IT'S A TOPIC OF CONVERSATION MORE THAN OCCASIONALLY, BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I'M *USED* TO IT. OUR BIOLOGY IS BLISSFULLY INCOMPATIBLE, SO IT'S NOT LIKE WE HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT REPRODUCTION AS ANYTHING OTHER THAN THEORETICAL.

IT'S JUST. WEIRD! AND ALWAYS WILL BE. JUST AS I'M *POSITIVE* HEARING ABOUT THE MOTHER GRUB IS ALWAYS GOING TO BE WEIRD TO DAVE. WE CAN'T ALL BE THE LALONDE-MARYAMS WHEN IT COMES TO BEING BRAVE PIONEERS OF XENOBIOLOGY.

 

-She gives Canopy a different bottle of engex.-

 

More like three sexes, though some species seem to do more like... two and half. It is somewhat complicated but very interesting [He stops himself before he can go off on a tangent on alien glowbug reproduction. Nobody wants to hear that] But yes I meant 'three separate genetic contributions to the same individuals' not 'several partners in the same mating season, resulting in genetic contributions to the same... litter? I am sorry if that is the wrong term. [He's already looking apologetic in case he's being offensive by accident again]

[pets the jet, there there] Getting used to dreamspace is hard and should come with an instruction manual [He is... trying not to start fussing about the newcomer too. Lacuna obviously got that covered already and is getting nowhere, him jumping in will not help but boy does he want to check that optic. Also confiscate the bottle for safety reasons]

 

Optic sensor damage is a common side effect of downcycling one's processors. Repair estimates for such damage are typically expensive. The repair procedure itself tends to be onerous, though this is usually because the client decides to arrive with throughly downcycled processors. Quintessential behavior.

 

'kay.

Mhm. "Welcome'a not having a real body, here's how slag works now." [Ignis streeetches and settles even more heavily against Updraft. He does appear to be gearing up (or down, rather) for a nap, despite being dead.]