shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

Lissa follows Marcus at an only slightly more decorous pace.

 

/_\
[He is making a noise only slightly less shrill than a teakettle.]

 

Lissa blurs again and shifts back into herself. (She is still wearing the dress she was wearing before.) She is pouting. "Wrench, that was me. And that's Marcus. You don't think I'm evil, do you?" Her ears are bent down because she is a sad kitty. She didn't want to frighten him.

She wouldn't have run for him, but Marcus did--and Marcus knows Wrench better than she does, right?

 

*skids to a halt, whoops.*

*mews sadly before suddenly, with an audible and physical pop it's Marcus! Well, he is also very naked as well*

Dude it's me

 

Ford doesn't know what to say.

If Wrench weren't literally terrified he'd have made some comment about how hot it was getting in there or asked Marcus why, if he can imagine himself a cat, he can't imagine himself some clothes, but it seems even to him that this is the wrong thing to say right now.

Instead, he walks over to the bar and offers Wrench a hand down. "They were practising dreamshifting. Also playing with Batman's cape. I know the last thing either one of them would want to do is hurt you."

Did he actually make his social skills saving throw? G-d but he hopes so.

 

[karkat flings an arm over his eyes with an indignant skree]

 

Alex holds out a blanket. She doesn't say anything because Marcus is embarrassed enough. Karkat is kind of a weird troll, she's decided, but that's okay.

 

;_;
/_\
[He takes the hand and the help down, brushing off his chest like it was totally going to erase the fact that he'd just screamed at the top of his lungs over two ten pound cats.]

Aw, man, I know you guys wouldn't hurt me it's just-- I mean-- I MEAN...
;_;
#_#

I didn't mean to hurt your feelings!
>_<

 

What? No I have a curse, uh I'm pretty sure I'm a diversion of my base timeline too, been cursed for little over a month?

*thinks really hard and manages a robe*

And you didn't hurt my feelings Wrench

 

-he sounds a little sick-
There's a religion now? People are fucked up.

 

"I know!" says Lissa, launching herself at him, throwing her arms round his neck. "I thought we shouldn't but Marcus did--baby, I'm sorry--"

"What?" She looks back over her shoulder. "You're not the guy I was talking to just a few hours ago?"

A catte is extremely confuse.

 

I guess but still dude it's not like you can help it...
;_;

/_\
[He hugs back super hard. HE FEELS BAD.]

I know, I know, I overreacted. It's cool.
._.
#_#

And my Marcus has a uuhhhhhhhh nevermind that actually, I said nothing.
>_>
=_=

 

Nope, I mean we were recently the same...

Wow, classy dude. *grins at him*

 

HOLY SHAPESHIFTING CATS BATM- I mean me. That's what I mean. I'm Batman.
[He is suddenly standing again. Oh boy that's awkward. Should he apologize for gving the attractive naked dude belly scritches or give him his number?]

...
That's... a new low.

[Immediate concern]
There's not gonna be a religion for long, once Robin and I are on the case.

 

Lissa giggles and snuggles up closer. She is not marking him with her face, no that would be rude, wait she totally is, oh well, it's not like anyone else can smell it. "You can tell me later."

 

I'M SORRY.
>_<

I'm sorry...
;_;
[Hughughug.]

 

Ford sighs. "Time players."

 

WHAT PART OF THE WHOLE ALIEN DEAL MAKES YOU THINK WE'RE FROM *REMOTELY* THE SAME UNIVERSE?

HOW HARD IS IT FOR YOU TO GET IT THROUGH YOUR BULLETPROOF SKULL THAT THIS PLACE! SUCKS UP PEOPLE FROM DIFFERENT PLACES LIKE AN OVERENTHUSIASTIC COSMIC HOOVER!

NOT YOUR JURISDICTION. ANYWAY, THE RELIGION MOSTLY DIED OUT, GIVEN THE WHOLE "DEATH OF ALL BUT ONE PRACTICING MEMBER" AND "ACTUAL, LITERAL GODS? IN *MY* LAWNRING? IT'S MORE LIKELY THAN YOU THINK!" THINGS

 

rude

 

Here's hoping it's just some alternate universe thing instead of more mind control.

Think you underestimate the number of aliens I know personally back home. Besides, any clown religion is too much clown religion.