shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

[Demmel wriggles into an upright position and looks cocks his head to the side.]

huh?? uh, i, uhm!! i don't understand... im sorry??

 

[Demmel giggles, still nervously eyeing Feather. He's just sorta. Sitting on the clown.]

 

*Eyefeather expects the tips of her claws, one leg crossed over the other.*
I said now pick up the mess you two made.
*she gestures at the banana peels*

((This is how she looks btw:

Spoiler: character pic

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Don't worry about it, kid, half of us don't understand Camien backtalk either.

 

Yikes, maybe consider not reducing a femme to her homeplanet.

 

but, but it was him... ?? he, um!! he put those... there...

[He still looks confused, but his ears are pinning back in fear. The behavior and the blue/green color really aren't jiving in his little Alternian brain all that well. He fidgets, unsure of what he ought to be doing, and then he moves to stand up.]

 

Maybe consider not asking one squishy to take responsibility for another's actions.

 

Leave him alone~!

 

Yes and he will help. Easy as that. You were both playing and made a mess so now you have to clean that mess up together. My you'd think you are sparklings that you don't get this.

I didn't say he'd have to clean up alone! The other one is supposed to help. Tsk.

 

Give me a reason, darling. Don't you know who I am?

 

A bulge~!

 

If you have to claim authority with social status instead of genuinely convincing people, you're not fit to hold that position of authority~!

 

Jetfuel, "chasing aggressor" isn't the same as "playing." [He flicks his wings out a little, just enough to block her view of Demmel for a moment.] Not his fault the other one made a mess, and has been making messes since... he? (Is the bright one a he?) showed up.

 

Nice to hear someone in here is sensible.

 

Sweetcheeks I am practically head of the Security department so it's like my job to keep things neat and tidy. Leaving clutter on the floor doesn't just offend my sensibilities but it's a security risk. So hush, go help your little friends.

Not social status, silly, I actually have a job to do, but fine, suit yourself and live in the dirt.
I don't care.
*her wings flick*

I just said I don't care anymore, Get with the program, Clippy. Don't you have something silly to bet on with your little friend in comms?

 

Gosh~! Head of Security~! It's sure great we don't have or need that in here~. Stop enforcing your position elsewhere on here, and try asking and not ordering, please~.

(See that was an example~.)

 

Also, they weren't playing~. The clown attacked Demmel~.

 

Riiiiiight~
So will you please pick up the mess you made you two~? Then we won't have a problem~
Like that or can I drop the tilde thing?

With what? coolant? Please.

 

[He flares his wings and leaves them up, holding Eyefeather's gaze.]
No. I don't.
And use my full designation, please.
[He very carefully does not comment on how rude it is to call someone's trinemate's mere friends.]

 

Sure, it's coolant, but that can seriously hurt us if sprayed in the wrong place~. Furthermore, we're from a highly violent society, so joking around about unexpected attacks with us isn't much of a joke~. Finally, the way you're wording everything is fairly... I don't know the word for it~. You're not explaining, you're blaming Demmel for things he didn't do, and frankly you register as a pretty big threat to me and maybe him~. That's why I'd appreciate it if you'd apologize, ma'am~.