shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

-Canopy accepts this bottle of engex and starts drinking out of both in turn-

Whaaaaat. I don't need repairs, anyway. Nobody's ever noticed I was doing my job blind before. -she sounds unreasonably proud of this-

 

No, please stick to the new stuff?

 

The wolf sniffs and tips his head up, flicking his tail a bit. Keeps looking up and away before exploding off, running a huge looping circle.

 

That does not exactly speak volumes about your usual work competence. If blindness results in no noticeable detriment to your work ability, then it would not be unreasonable to assume that this is because your colleagues expect little of you to begin with.

 

Essentially [He settles right back against Ignis. He's... going to not fuss on the medical not-emergency (because nothing here is a medical emergency, really] over there and it's almost easy not to listen to them and instead focus on the cuddle pile. Ignis is heavy even though he's technically dead and not making the right alive-noises, but Kation and Nichy make up for that and they're both small and something is the back of his processor is deeply satisfied with them being there. Enough to make every over-eager carrier and medic protocol shut up for a while. He's not felt this relaxed in millions of years]

 

"Unless you're not interested in sex," Ford says quietly. "My daughter Jezebel calls that 'ace' which I've gathered is short for 'asexual'." He shrugs. "I am probably somewhere near the high end of that Lalonde-Maryam scale personally. Although the Mother Grub is kind of odd, in the sense that normally in a species with that sort of arrangement, the drones are the only males and none of the other females are expected to contribute genetic material to the offspring of the mother of the hive. But biology isn't really my forte. I started out in hard science, primarily chemistry, physics and engineering, with a side interest in parapsychology, and then in college was introduced to practical, ceremonial and chaos magick. Unlike my counterpart, I was never encouraged by the people who funded me to go into cryptozoology and xenobiology, although I certainly learned quite a bit about that during my travelling years."

 

Lissa's wolf watches the other wolf curiously. He wasn't trying to be threatening, or even dominant, but the strange wolf is still suspicious of him. Maybe he doesn't want to play. Unfortunately Lissa is busy talking to...buildings? Very large vehicles?

 

...I mean, why? -takes a drink out of both bottles simultaneously-

-Canopy stiffens, and there's a moment of genuine furious anger on her face, which is eclipsed as soon as it appears by an expression of horrific fear, which is as fast as it came is smoothed over into carelessness-
Sure, if you wanna believe that I guess.

 

It's better.

 

[Even dozing with another jet, Ignis catches that; he might not like playing politics, but he was still raised to it in the city that provided a good bit of the Decepticon backstabbing philosophy. He flicks one wing lazily.] Dunno, sweetspark, "I could do this with my optics off"'s been a boast for a long time.

 

YEAH, WELL, HERE COMES THE 'HAR HAR KARKAT DOESN'T KNOW HIS OWN BIOLOGY' JOKE, LET'S ALL HAVE A HEARTY CHUCKLE, BUT I'M NOT EXACTLY AN EXPERT ON THE PARTS OF MY SPECIES THAT I WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE INVOLVED WITH, SO I CAN'T HELP YOU THERE. THE MOTHER GRUB JUST *IS*

AND AS FOR XENOBIOLOGY, I'M ONLY INTERESTED IN THE PARTS THAT ACTUALLY HAVE AN IMPACT ON MY LIFE. GIVEN THAT DAVE HAS THE WRONG SET FOR HAULING OFFSPRING AROUND IN HIS ABDOMEN, I ONLY HAVE TO CARE ABOUT THE FUN PARTS.

OH, CHRIST, YOU CAN THANK MY CHRONIC LACK OF ANY SORT OF VERBAL FILTER FOR *THAT* ONE, I GUESS! YOU'RE WELCOME FOR THE MENTAL PICTURE, I'M SURE THE HAUNTING IMAGERY WILL KEEP YOU UP FOR MANY DAYS TO COME, SO ON AND SO FORTH

 

[Ups would have said something but Ignis is quicker, though now he's looking worried again. Even all the pleasant cuddle pile relaxation of the world can't cover for that worry entirely. It's just what he's like. So he just watches Canopy for a moment, unsure what to do about her fear but there seems to be something familiar about it, and the way she's insisting that everything is....oh. Oh that thing with Focal.]
You're from Obrizon, right? [He's trying to be very gentle about it]

 

Skidding to a stop he play bows, wuffs, and then huffs. Sitting daintily he lets out a sneeze, ears pivoting. He supposed people words might be easier, wolf words were hard sometimes. Being polite meant walking out and shifting, but Omega wasn't about to be polite. Instead he shifted right there, which meant that some rather unsavory noises were audible. This ended up with a young man that had the letter omega on his forehead. White skinned, bright blue eyes, black hair, and lacking clothes. Thankfully for everyone he was sitting with his leg positioned in a way to render him slightly decent.

"Boring. Boring big machines. Boring wolf. Boring."

 

Well. There are a lot of jobs out there that don't require optics or that you can do pretty much as well without. Especially for AI but I doubt those specific cases apply here since this person seems to have a mobile frame with no data ports as far as I can tell.

 

*church gives him a confused look*

*omega*

*he knows an omega and it doesn't look like this omega-foreheaded person is him - the omega he knows is purple and not a wolf and acts nothing like this omega - but...*

*omega*

*it's a greek letter, used for multiple things multiple times, but...*

*omega*

... you're not the Omega I know, right?

 

[Apparently a nap is not destined today. Ignis doesn't bother getting up, though. He's comfy right where he is.] Not being able to see them doesn't mean we don't have them. Ports are usually protected, and this... slag, there's gotta be a not-guy counterpart for 'gentlemech,' uh.... whatever, this-- she-- [he gestures to Canopy, not having heard a name for her yet--] looks like she's built pretty tightly. Liquid-proof, I'd bet.

 

...if it's anything like Jetski's old job, it's pretty rote. I'm sure you do an excellent job whatever your state of drunkeness, I'm just worried about-

You know. The long term.

 

"No. I tend to kill people who know me, it's how I was made." He lifts his hands and presses his index fingers to his cheeks, giving Church a humorless gaze.

 

I mean she looks almost identical to Jetski? The ah... current version, if you detract all the paint alterations captain Swiftwing did. So a nautical alt. You should have seen him on my planet, he floats like pumice, it was quite the sight. [He's halfway tempted to project it up for Ignis but that might be mean to Jetski so he doesn't. Also he's increasingly sure that something is like incredibly wrong with Obrizon and right now the only thing stopping him from more actively fussing is still being tangled up with several other mechs and his unwillingness to move from that position]

 

Utilizing the pretense of apathy to mask your turbulent emotional state. A conventional strategy.

I concur on both counts. Her design does not appear well-suited to consciousness transferal, and she does not strike me as the type of person who would enjoy the types of occupations that are more well-suited to blindness.