shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

Shush, we're trying to blend in over there.
The only reason my stash of rum didn't get busted is because I kept it hidden when we came over.

 

You have a drinking age?

 

You have rum?

 

Engex.

Praise Alchemist.

 

Engex, of various grades. Comparable to alcohol, which wouldn't actually do anything for us except maybe disinfect our mouths.

 

Hivebrewed. Knot actshorely made in the ablution trap, I promise.
Want some?

 

Honestly, the way that I would deal with that problem is as follows:

I would gather my pride around me and explain what has to be done, and why. "We will starve if this doesn't happen" is, in my experience, always excellent motivation, either to get a task done or find out a better way to solve the problem.

I would delineate the specific risks insofar as I know them, and ask for volunteers. (Jame would almost certainly volunteer, but as she's got no sense of survival and she's my husband's moirail, I'd want at least two people to accompany her.)

If anyone came up with alternate suggestions for handling the problem--either for doing the risky thing, or for finding a way to solve the problem that would be less risky--I'd hear them out. I have a lot of smart people in my pride who think in lots of different kinds of ways, and they might come up with a better idea, especially in collaboration. (We have a lot of our graduate students in the household right now. If there's a problem Ford and the Merry Pranksters can't solve, I am not convinced it's solvable with magic or technology.)

Once the task was done I'd make sure that everyone in the household knew who to thank. I know that when someone in the household is singularly responsible for dinner (for instance, when Jame brought down a giant abotaru with a knife) we always make sure to recognise them.

 

It seems a bit odd for me to have an age for drinking engex, though. Or alcohol, or other intoxicants. Is the purpose to prevent tampering with delicate developing organic brain structures until they've set?

 

I would presume so, though I've found that hard rules about consumption tend to only lead to rebellion and overindulgence. The organic societies I've known range from free consumption of a variety of substances to harsh restrictions of all but a bare (tasteless) few.

Morality seems to play into it more than science from what I've seen.

 

Though I've found that Cybertronian issues with regards to starving seem to be a bit removed from organic issues with starving. My suggestion to eat the rich stands.

 

Well, if anyone is starving, I know where they can find a lot of stockpiled energon. Ha.

 

I don't think Oar is big enough to feed everyone.

 

On Prion we could basically do whatever mind-altering, which mostly meant people stuck with the stuff that didn't fuck you up long-term.

I meant Prion.

 

Who is Oar?

 

Cybertron had some substances banned, some not banned but considered abhorrent and lowclass, and some that were generally accepted. Which one was which depended on how how in the Grand Taxonomy one ranked when they took it. Syk is the one most of my dead friends used to indulge in, though I tried not to. Boosters too, though that was mostly the racers.

Ah, morbid humor. I hadn't picked up on that.

Oar is a particularly asinine bit of turbofox leavings that presents himself as an authority on anything he puts his mind to. He's theoretically the Orbrizonian Representative, but I refuse to grant him any of the respect that title might grant him.

 

Good idea. Wish I could do the same thing

 

I don't see why it's any of the government's business. I mean, people have made a killing making mind-altering substances safer and safer, it's really not that much different from drinking engex.

...do they ban engex on Cybertron?

 

IF YOU SAY SO!
ALSO YOUR PAINTJOB IS VERY PRETTY! LOVE THE PINK. HAS THAT NICE SHADE RIGHT BETWEEN "DIAMONDS" AND "DEATHWISH". REALLY DASHING AND EDGY.
AND I DO LIKE, LIKE, FIXING PEOPLE. I'M JUST, YKNOW, A STUPID PRETTY PAIR OF FINS BUT MY HAIR IS ON POINT AND MY LIPSTICK'S TOO AND I GOT MY SWEET SMILES ABOUT ME AND I'M REALLY GOOD AT THAT AND TELLING PEOPLE WHEN THEY'RE BEING STUPID SO I GUESS I'M A GOOD FIT FOR THE JOB YEAH?

 

I THINK KINDA? SORTA? AT LEAST HUMAN WIGGLERS DON'T GET DRUNK OFF THEIR ASSES BECAUSE THEIR HOME IS TRYING TO KILL THEM SO OFTEN. BUT THEN AGAIN HUMAN WIGGLERS ALSO DON'T HAVE A HOME THAT TRIES TO KILL THEM ALL THAT OFTEN. I'M NOT GONNA BUST OUT A BOTTLE A BOOZE IN FRONT OF STAN HE LIKE GETS HIS KNICKERS IN A TWIST IF WE CURSE TOO MUCH LIKE HE'S NEVER FUCKING SPEND TEN MINUTES NEXT TO SIX SWEEP OLDS

 

The Senate thought it was their business to police everything. The Functionists didn't help either, with their "Primus gave each form a purpose" slag. I wouldn't be surprised if they'd tried to police thoughts too, had they not been violently torn down.

But no, engex wasn't banned. It's relatively tame compared to Syk though.

How bizarre.