shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

second place is also last place in this race, dumbshit

 

Oh sure, Doveling. If you want to you can sit with us.
To misquote one of those delightful little eart flicks, just remember.
On Wednesdays we wear gold~

Do you want to be shot at again that badly?

 

Sit with you? Where??

And it's Lacuna.

 

Oh liek in the security break room, where the cutest and prettiest hang out.
And I know your name, Dove, but birds of a feather flock together if you catch my drift?

 

I think so? You're saying I'm in-group.

 

Yup. And we're basically all birds, so! You're our little dove now!

 

Cool!

I mostly eat with Burlesque, though.

 

Spoiler: pointedly Not Looking At Eyefeather

 

Oh sure, I guess you can bring him along. Maybe we can teach him how to draw a decent eyeliner yet.

[Was someone there? Eyefeather didn't notice anything]

 

Spoiler: STILL LOUDLY IGNORING THE PEACOCK

[He fusses at and nudges @Eclipse of Petrohex until he is also turned away from Eyefeather.]

 

"She did it with liminal space," Ford says, "which has got to be cheating. It's also probably going to blow up soon."

 

fuck you, shitcurity

badmin abuse guys, badmin abuse

 

[Do they not realize that she doesn't care if some pissy jets are ignoring her? pFF.]

Um, excuse you, I have no idea what you are talking about. I just did what felt natural.
I must have a hidden talent for engineering.

Frag off and don't vent in my direction and we are golden, you optic sore.

 

Uh, why are they mad at you?

 

[He waves to catch Lacuna's attention, then gestures between Eclipse and Eyefeather.]

Spoiler: my trinemate is stupid sometimes but he is still my trinemate

 

Oh! You're friends!

 

[Whisper winces, tilts his hand in a rapid "kind of" gesture.]

Spoiler: triiiiiiiine

 

-She winces herself as she gets it.-

Sorry. Nobody told me about Trines before this week or so.

 

[Demmel might cry. That should not work. He scratches the base of a horn and walks around Feather's ship. It... it seems to be running alright? Ok, then, maybe this is some alien engineering know-how! He should figure it out. He places the palm of his hand against its hull and allows a bolt of olive psi to run through it... and.....]

uhm???? this, uhm, this shouldnt b workin?? theres like.....

theres nothin connected to the... fuel tank??

 

[He shrugs, smiles at Lacuna.]

Spoiler: it's okay!!!