shitposting rave 2, electric boogaloo

You know, I wouldn't need to if your robofriends didn't threaten to shoot my friends.

 

((OOC reply: you can shoot experienced dimensional travellers in a dreamscape, but it will probably amuse them.))

 

Really fucking nice that you think it's okay to brush off threats and then make threats of your own. You're a hypocrite, Stanford Pines. I thought you were better than this.

 

((OOC: Of course, that raises the question of why they couldn't just 'block' Scanner so they didn't have to hear him?))

 

Spoiler: cw sexual assault mention

-he wriggles free of Cloudcrusher-
As I was saying, why don't we just perpetuate the myth that all perpetrators of sexual assault were once victims? That's exactly what this situation needs.

 

-he grabs Life Support again, his face genuinely angry-
Uh-uh, Captain. That ain't right. Whether I'm over it or not - an' I am - you ain't the one who gets to decide who knows that. I do. An' now all these people know. Walk. I can't talk to you right now.
-he pushes Life Support away, who leaves liminal space, looking ashamed-

 

He's not making threats, he's stating facts. You can't hurt us here and we can't hurt you. If you could hurt him, we could hurt you.

If you did hurt him, we would hurt you. But nobody wants any hurting to happen. Except possibly you lot, who apparently think blaster fire is a suitable reply for words.

 

Okay first of all frag ooooooff your six fingered afthole weirdo keeps responding to shit I say to other people. If he wanted to fragging avoid me he'd not talk to me

I never agreed to you defending me I don't want to be indebted to you frag off leave me alone stop immediately. please.

I don't care. Just do the thing. You clearly want to. Everyone wants to. It's just a matter of time. I don't like surprises.

don't want any. go away. please.

What this situation needs is me either getting hurt or left alone

sorry

 

Great, lump me in with everyone with a gun, despite the fact that I am talking this out verbally.

Since we're in such a liminal, squishy space, why don't you just ignore Scanner?

 

((OOC: because they and I wouldn't think of it.))

 

I guess that's what happens when someone's been at war for four million years.

 

Throttle, I don't think this is helping Scanner feel better. I'm going to back off now. Maybe you want to take him and comfort him or whatever?

 

((OOC: Fair enough!))

 

Perhaps we should find a more congenial dreamspace elsewhere.

 

...Throttle. We're allies and I admire your willingness to defend your crew, and if you want support I'll gladly give it.. But Shades all, you are not helping anyone right now.

[Gess sends a quick comm to Skydrop, one of Throttle's other crewmates.]

 

-powers up her blaster with a quiet hum, a terrifying look in her optics-

-is abruptly interrupted by a flying tackle-

 

SORRY GETTIN' IT SORTED

 

Thanks! Good luck.

 

Ta, Congessi.