shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Mm. Prolly need t'wake up anyhow. See ya'll in th'wakin' world, where slag ain't weird'n confusin'.

 

You're terrible.

And I never won anyways, so I guess it's not like I'm losing anything by stopping. We need slot machines on this ship.

'Cuna, I don't think he meant it like that.

 

He did! Don't say he didn't mean it, you can't say that for someone else!

 

Are you just going to not say sorry??

 

Ah.

...can see the logic. Still more comfortable betting on strangers' pain than anyone I care about, myself included. Geargrind could be in if he wanted to, I just happen to not get involved in bets centering on myself. My rules aren't his.

...possibly? Don't consider myself one, just...

Hit in a blind spot, I suppose. Lots of Cybertron sociocultural history is confusing. Working in a different frame.

 

Okay. I'm sorry for upsetting you.

 

-She hops into his arms, hiding her face in his chest and grumbling. He can't hear the grumble, but he can feel a bit of a rumble.-

 

[He sits, still holding her, and lets her grumble. This is probably the best outcome, honestly.]

 

-Over the course of a few minutes, she calms down.-

 

...sorry. I was getting pissy. Didn't mean to snap at you. Are we okay?

-She makes these words hover over her head without looking up.-

 

Before he can warn her not to ask favours from Bill, even in jest, the words were out of her mouth, and now Tamika is naked and covered in hot cheese.

Shit.

Stanford Pines covers his eyes, but not before he notices that Tamika's collection of scars rivals his own.

"Did you have to do that to her clothes?"

"That's absolutely vile, even for you, Bill!" Ford snaps, then peeks just long enough to ascertain the girl was able to get some clothes back on.

"Are you okay? You can dream your stuff back...I'd do it on your behalf, but I don't know what you had. He's an asshole like that."

 

*asked* for thi-

... heh. i guess i did.

[Her mouth quirks, and she flashes a few "friendly" teeth.]

why wouldnt i be ok pine tree? its just a lil public nudity with melted cheese topping, and hes just another extradimensional whateverthefuck with a wild craving for mortal backside. havent you heard? the infinite multiverse is infinitely full of them. this is just a regular wednesday possibly-dying-of-plague night for me.

[Yes, Tamika, you're definitely 100% ok with everything happening right now.]

 

"Um..." Ford is decidedly pink. "Because you were naked in front of strangers, and it wasn't your idea? And yes, he is exactly that. Don't ask him for favours even in jest. It ... was definitely not your fault. He didn't have to be an asshole. But...he usually is." Ford sighs, and his voice drops an octave. "You've had a pretty rough time I suppose. Almost as many scars as me, and...not nearly as many years to have collected them in. I'm sorry this happened. On top of your regular Wednesday, possibly dying of plague, nights. That doesn't sound like a lot of fun, either."

 

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its just a dream. no one was actually seeing my ass so who cares? feh. no one has to be an asshole, yet here we are hurtling through the vast uncaring nothingness of space while covered in the rank sharts of a thousand furious prolapsed anuses, and probably ectoplasm. get motherfucking slimed.

[She protectively crosses her arms in front of her chest and throws Ford a side-eye.]

where do you get off playing at understanding, old man? "poor kid," amiright? fuck you. i dont need or want coddling.

[She tries to imagine him gone.]

... that didnt work.

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[Whisperwind ducks his head, hiding a smile behind one hand.]

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[Tammy flashes a quick lopsided smile.]

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[Between his widening smile and his bright optics, the shaking of Whisperwind's shoulders and wings is probably silent giggles.]