shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

´kay then can ya do me a favour an stop lookin at me like imma eatcha?

 

SHITCURITY!

*the clown begins to rattle off a long string of very offensive, very ableist, and very robophobic insults and slurs*

 

Oh, I'm sorry. Was I interrupting something? It seemed like you were just playing around, but if it was vitally serious that you tussle in the liminal space like organic infants, I do apologize for stepping in.

Noted, and thank you. I might have Flux talk to Dropflight for me, though if he's not fond of the comms betting game (and he keeps disabling the cameras, so I assume not) he may choose not to.

A tragedy.

 

Awwwwww, look, she scared the little organics! That seems like something we should practice not doing.

 

Right as rain, sweetspark. It seems terribly unprofessional given the stated goal of our diplomatic mission, but I suppose I can't argue with the Temporary Head of Security.

Imagine the anarchy.

See? Look at what our Very Temporary Unofficially Designated Head of Security brought upon our poor, innocent selves.

 

[She blinks and then simply tunes it out. She's had to deal with a protoform or two learning insults before]

If your moves are as weak as your insults no wonder you always dance without any peers.

I'm not a diplomat sweetspark. I'm sec, it's my job to be scary.

 

...yes, Nurse. [He looks down. If he's not looking at her at all, he can't make the wrong expression at her.]

Not wanting to be bet on doesn't mean he won't make bets on other people, but... you'd probably know better than I do, sir.

...if he really doesn't want to be the subject of any of their bets, I can pass it along. Or you can tap someone actually in Comms. They're... they're pretty good about that sort of thing. And they'll make sure Sec plays nice too.

 

But if you scare people while protecting the diplomats it makes their job harder. Duh??

 

Look if you ask me nicely I will put an end to that tantrum, though I imagine you guys should be familiar with that kind of stuff.

 

Oh, are you lonely without any partners? I suppose I could schedule you in with the rest of our practice sessions, though you might want some remedial lessons. No doubt you're a tad... rusty.

I might, depending on if he asks. I try not to micromanage, but he's so stubborn sometimes, honestly. It's like he thinks half of Security is incompetent or something, which is just the rudest thing.

 

HEY! He's got me! Piss off, snob!

 

What's better, honeycomb, a job that's a little harder or a blaster hole in the face?

 

If the alternative is putting up with a bitch like you, the blaster hole.

 

Oh you're just precious.
Name your time and place and I'll show you how a real dancer does it.
Amateur.

Sweetspark the grownups are talking.

 

-Her optics pale with emotion and she purses her lips.-
...fight me.

 

I wonder why you find it charming on your friend but when I do it you complain, dove.

 

Give me a solid reason to.

 

That's fair. [He snorts a little.] I... wouldn't know about incompetence, sir, that's not my department. [His wings flick a little, annoyance or sarcasm or maybe, just maybe, relaxing a little.] Ey--

[He glances over at Eyefeather, and evidently thinks better of whatever he was going to say.]

...Security is very insular and it's none of Nav's business what they do unless it interferes with the course of the ship.

 

So I have the chance to hurt you.

 

Hey @Eyefeather of Caminus kickin someone fer insultin ya is one thing bot I think ´s ´bout time ya knock it off.