shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

Disappointing!

 

I have disappointed my parents, my professors, and all of my surgical mentors by now, never mind the original geneticists behind the Human 2.0 project and the entirety of the North American Restoration Coalition government. I think I'll live.

 

That is a phenomenal list of people to have disappointed. Do you have any tips?

 

Ah, but now you've disappointed me.

 

Hey! Burlesque! Let me do the silence thing!

 

Run away from your original career and destined social function? Also, ideally, turn out to have a highly stigmatized mutation, but that was really the icing on the fucked-up cupcake.

 

Boo! I've already done all that!

 

Unfortunately, so have I. So I guess we'll just have to have a disappointment corner for us social outcasts and malcontents.

Why?

 

Maybe I get sick of being the only mute.

 

Disappointment corner, woo? We're throwing a party in our main thread soon, from what I hear.

As for communication styles, I can text if that's preferred.

 

...not physically mute, just vocalizer glitches sometimes, but. Also primarily communicate via text.

[Gess waves at her visor, which she's been displaying her words on.]

Text is more comfortable.

 

Whatever. It's not the same.

-She pouts, propping her chin on her hand and crossing her legs in her chair.-

 

...acknowledged.

 

Did you think I was? Somehow, conversations in this dreamscape seem to linger in the aether...

 

Why would you have disappointed your surgical mentors? You did brain surgery on Sunshine what, a day ago, and he's running around the dimensions with me to rescue my thylacine (and get some intel no one is going to like, but that is a matter for elsewhere).

 

If I had assumed I wouldn't have bothered to ask.

 

URGH.

The point is I haven't got any interest in the damn penis tank. More just a hilarious intrusion.

Now for the dreaded double URGH.

 

I didn't think you were INTERESTED...

I think I have just squicked myself.

 

HAH.

 

...while that's a fair point, and true for several of them, the ones I had in mind were the ones who were full of self-importance about working at a prestigious major hospital. But then, I don't care what they think anyway. I just know what they'd say if they'd seen my clinic in Lockport.