shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

*Hipchecks him* Stop saying true things, you little goblin.

 

[Getting hipchecked by a giant hornet is like getting lovingly thumped by a small car, and he nearly falls over before rebalancing and giving Queenie a small shove.]

 

*He fake-stumbles just because, well, he should right? However it is followed by a waggle. Cheerful Bug.*

 

Nope. Just the regular kinda human.

Oh, you´re Marcus? Sorry, was thinking of my Marcus.

 

[He makes a face.] Sorry. Didn't realize.

 

I´d blame you for the fact that I´m trying to come up with the plural of Marcus, but that trains long gone to be honest. Hi new Marcus! If you see a hacker with a buzzcut, or a cat, that´s my Marcus. Stay away from the suit wearing one.

 

Yo!

 

Hey! Marcus, meet Marcus and Queenie.

 

Huh! I think I've run into Marcus before.

 

*Considers him for a moment.*

Not as good as my Marcus.

 

Wow, fuckin' rude yo. *He's laughing though*

 

I'll keep it in mind. Suits are always evil, right? [He grins.]

[Small wave.] Yeah, we've had this confusion before too. Clearly one of us is gonna have to get a name change.

Don't be mean, Queenie. [He rolls his eyes.]

 

I'm chill with being called Holloway or Retr0 *Shrug*

 

I know right?

All the ones I´ve met were. Must be something about evil bastard fashion.
Coffee anyone? Or is it beer time for you guys?

 

As long as you're not calling me The Bloodletter I'm cool with that.

I can make coffee, but I'll stick with tea. You want anything special? [Where did that espresso bar come from?]

 

Lissa is testing the silks, figuring out how they move with a catte in them. "I can't really pass for human," she says with a shrug, then tries to do what she just watched Nightwing do. (She likes that better than Batman, it's graceful like he is, and Batman is supposed to be Bruce Wayne, whom she doesn't think she would like so much.)

She doesn't actually fall, though there's a moment when she thinks she might.

But it isn't graceful, and she laughs, because if she laughs first then everyone's laughing with her, not at her.

 

Cinnamon Chai? -there´s a couch and a sketchpad now, also a gently battered table Marcus would recognize from a hackerspace. It´s clearly surviced Wrench)

 

"Technically, the Latin plural of Marcus would be Marci, with a hard C," says Ford. "There are worse people to have too many of." Even now, he still won't say the name, lest the innumerable inhabitants of Planet Asshole start spawning again.

 

Can do. [He whips up a drink pretty quickly, then sets it down next to her. He makes himself some kind of rosehip tea next, then leans against the bar. It's not as stressful when he can tell people to fuck off if he wants to.]

Marci? That's a good band name right there. Though I, uh, don't think he and I are really the same person, so I guess we'd still need a way to say who's who.

 

Good to know.

Thanks. Maybe i should call you Marcus Spice. you know, like pumpkin spice.