shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

Ssshhh, Norm, only booze now.
-Oneira produces a stein of... well, among humans it might get called moonshine. It's cloudy, sharp, and carries little of the flavours the original ingredients had-

 

Boooooze? Okaaaay...

 

Heyyy Sev you shud tri itttt

 

Yeeeeeeaaaaaahhhh! *chants* Drunk orgy! Drunk orgy! Drunk orgy!

 

Hah, tell me aboat it. I am glad Weirdmageddon ended up translating for us all, or we would've been two dozen people with a dozen different languages trying to coordinate taking down a physical dream demon, instead of two dozen people who could actshorely undersand each other.
As for Alternian quirks, we're punsters. Ushorely with a theme, mine being boat and piracy related puns, but some are ubiquitous in the language, such as docterrorist, mediculler, laughssassin, cavalreaper,... you get the pattern.

 

1dk about sev but 1 won't be angry at all

 

How about you try... this. *finally catches her, sparks jump to her skin, and he brings up the scanner in his other hand, watching the readouts* How does that feel?

((OOC: Min, up to you, but if this works anything like purging toxins from his various more-than-human friends, you should be feeling better. He's got practice removing the damage from alcohol/radiation/other toxins from his team.))

No.

 

And organics can't download language like we can. That would have been a mess! Why all the death in your language though. Why always the death.

 

Can I enlist you to fill him up with more of this? He might be more receptive than if I were to do it.
...
I was aboat to tell you you might knot want to sample this yourself, but I'm pretty shore you had worse.

 

O_O

...you guys sure weren't kidding around about partying!

( ﾉ^ω^)ﾉﾟ

 

Suuuuunsssssshinnnnneeee!!!!! Oh yeaaaahhhh! Suuunshine's joining the party!

I loooooveeee you, Luuuck, love you so much! So so soooo much!!!

Aaaaaaaaaaawwwwww.... *pout* *puppy eyes*

 

That is not how works in this dimension, or any of the other ones I've been to.

 

Buuuut if weee'reee aaaalll drunk....

 

Oh, damn Sev, I'm bringing you along on my next bar crawl. But once is enough for robot booze, that stuff is too strong and tastes horrid to boot. Not sorry though.

 

With Pennarine tech, we actshorely can. It's kind of cool.
What with the death? Xenophobic, violent, expansionist culture is what. Our immortal Empress --
-Oneira spits on the ground-
decreed, many thousand solar sweeps ago at the dawn of spaceflight, that the universe was ours for the taking, and, before that, that our species is one of natural warriors. We fight from the night we hatch, until the night we die.
...
I'm kind of glad I could ditch them.

 

^...i mean, it's hypothetically possible, if arranged ahead of time
^doesn't look like one of those times, though

 

...it could be worse.

Fiddleford could be here.

 

No.

*shakes his head, patting her shoulder* It's your moirail you scared the shit out of. I just got good data re:your toxin levels, and re:robot booze, so it's... mostly a net win.

 

Fiddlefooooord? Is that yoooooouuuu? As a fiddle? Froooom sooomeee reeeeeallly weeeird dimension? A Daaaali painting dimension?

*sighs* Fine.

 

*takes a long drink*

Nope! Four million years on the front line was enough for me. I'm glad you ditched too. I wouldn't wish that on anyone.