shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

[That's him. Updraft is suddenly flat on his back, on his wings, which *ow*, with some smaller bots sprawled on him. Alright, ok then. He can... he can probably handle this conversation, and Scanner without constant snuggle support. Yeah.]

 

Because there was less money to have, especially under Zeta. Most of the city proper was under the surface, if you can call literal holes and tunnels in mined-out shafts a city. I never picked up enough economics to actually follow the details, but the academics sure glitched about it often enough.

Ehh, I'm a little attached to some people for that, but you do you. [Fussing at Scanner never works, no matter how much he wants to.]

 

Unsurprised by that, really. I wouldn't have seen those tunnels, I don't think I would have fit, what with the wings, so I have only ever seen the surface parts.

 

Ehhhh... [Wires tilts his head; around them, the sketchy impression of a busy street flickers into an existence for a few seconds while he tries to remember the exact dimensions.] You'd have trouble in the smaller areas, sure, but mining frames run nearly as big as you, and they never got quite so stupid as to visibly try to stop people from working their 'Primus-ordained' jobs.

 

...sorry, havin' trouble tracking. What's that got to do with popping in? Besides the Council probably being ridiculously protective.

 

In the smaller areas I think you would have to content that even if I could - theoretically - fit I would have a minor panic attack from the claustrophobia. [As far as he's aware, not a rare condition in fliers. Being underground in a small enclosed space sounds like the opposite of fun.]

 

Missha wolf-laughs and good-naturedly bats the ball back to Omega.

 

"Hedonism is merely the understanding that as long as you're stuck in a mortal body and dependent on it for survival, you might as well enjoy all the attendant perks, because the only reason it's worth putting up with some of the things bodies do is the amount of fun you can have in one." Ford grins. "Also, it was the way I convinced Lissa that ascetic murder cult she was raised in was totally wrong. Life is worth living! There is sex, there is food, there is beauty in flowers and smaller carnivores, there is the pleasure of the hunt, there are beautiful fabrics that feel good to wear, it is nice to be loved and kits are adorable."

 

"That's why God gave us lapsang souchong. Drink it with a plate full of baklava, warm enough that the honey drips."

 

"Organic sapients can't eat rocks," Lissa says quietly, "and fish are fucking delicious, even if a lot of them are pretty and interesting." It's snack time. Which means sashimi. She'll bring extra. Enough for herself and the mis. And Ford and Missha will eat some, and if her clone-sister's still here, she can have some too.

 

>@ Wanna tell my dad that? Cuz he craves that mineral.

 

!!!!!!!!!!!
-Lissa is mobbed by mis-

 

I'd like to see you give that definition to Mother Giselle. But let me get snacks and alcohol first, I want to enjoy the show as much as possible. [He grins again.]

Of course, it isn't considered hedonism up here in the barbaric North. Or is it the refined North? It's hard to keep track of which one I'm supposed to be using-- the architecture and the colleges say 'refinement' but the slavery and bloodsport says 'barbarism'. Either way, its practically expected for a handsome elf pleasure slave to be dolled up in silks, though Dorian's been sniped at for his 'unique tastes' before. Apparently the false arm isn't considered sexy. I can't imagine why.

 

i dunno dude its all leaf water to me
my tastes are about as refined as a mcdonalds that is to say cheap as hell and dripping with so much grease youd never need lube again
one bite and all your orifices are slicked up like you just took a bath in crisco

 

Fish is even better with a little bit of herbs and spices with it.

 

*wiggles his eyebrows, if he had any*

 

*starts wobbling with sickness from how detailed that statement was*

 

shit
if those two reactions weren't a complete summation of every emotion my lovingly crafted wordsmithing has evoked
im kind of flattered

 

Lissa glances sidewise at the troll, whose name she doesn't know, though she's busy feeding herself and the mis. "Does he actually eat rocks? Most organics need small amounts of minerals, but our teeth and skulls are not built for crushing rocks, nor are our digestive systems capable of handling them. And also, my understanding is that trolls are parented by sentient animals, but whether or not they are sapient, I have never been sure, based on what I've been told--please enlighten me."

Lissa makes a face. "Sometimes I use a bit of sauce, but most of the time when people try to get me to eat fish that has been spiced, it has also been cooked. Which is a terrible thing to do to an innocent piece of delicious fish."

 

"Do tell me what part of my definition the good mistress is liable to object to," Ford says with a grin. "My point is that hedonism oughtn't be considered a character flaw. Not everyone enjoys the same things--one of my daughters is ace, and Gwendolyn doesn't like meat--but one should enjoy the things one enjoys, don't you think?"