shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

Fuck. Guess my morbid humour killed the mood, huh?

 

Thank you!

I think the two of you are just a little wicked sometimes. But...sometimes a little bit wicked is nice.

 

Nah. I just have a habit of taking ethical questions a bit too seriously sometimes.

...fair. *slight grin*

 

*smiles softly* Good. Anyway, yeah, I've got no hard feelings about you letting me yell at Kumari. None at all. So there's no need to worry about that.

 

*grins at her*

You are a little wicked yourself tonight, Lise.

*kisses her*

It's adorable, though.

You can't go wrong listening to this woman. Not now, not ever.

 

*smiles back* Well, that's good. Although for the record, I don't actually need defending in about ninety-five percent of situations, and there are contingencies for that five percent.

it is

I'll take that under advisement. *grin*

 

Well this got disgustingly domestic.

 

But I'll have your back if you ever need me to, okay?

 

*smiles at the fact that there is another happy couple in the galaxy*

 

*blinks at Sev*

 

I actually do appreciate that. Thank you.

*blinks back*

 

*smiles softly* No problem, Sev.

 

My brother pretended to be a self-absorbed git the entire time he was on Earth. I come to Dimension 52 and find out he was secretly a fucking hippie all along and that those crazy Heinlein books weren't Fiddleford's.

*eyeroll*

And also that he's wanted for more crimes than me.

 

You actually DID most of the things you're accused of.

 

Being wanted for crimes can be surprisingly more fun than you would think before crime becomes a Thing.

Did you go through a phase where you took the bus to do crime, or was that just our particular team's luck?

 

I would've had to have had money to take the bus in some of those places.

 

At least we all usually had bus money.

Sometimes we'd have to pool up to spot someone, but crime was somewhat lucrative and by that point we all had at least passing day jobs.

 

Here’s a thing that happened to one of my friends. I was there.

Basically, we were walking down the sidewalk, talking about something meaningless. I think it had to do with a movie. Then this bus screeches up, stops next to us, and a bunch of people with “Down with Nortech" shirts climbed out and started beating him up. I was punched and kicked a bit too, but I managed to avoid brutalization by going for their faces. After figuring out what’s happening, I started attacking them back, getting them off of him. He was quite injured but I called 911 and he made a full recovery at the hospital. I was fine, with only a cut on my arm that they patched up.

 

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wow

 

*raises a single eyebrow*

I hadn't been talking to you. Your case brought to mind that I did have experience in a specific subset of surgery that more than one person in this thread has actually mentioned being something that was threatened or actually done to them. I brought up that I have experience as a reminder in general.

You chose to lose your shit, which was understandable in the circumstances you were under mentally, but not necessarily something I was interested in dealing with or indulging at the moment.

And yeah, I got a little bit of petty glee out of knowing that at least you were getting the full experience of your own flipout back at you. As I keep telling people, I am definitely not perfectly Good.