shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Uh.

Hey. Nice flying.

 

thanks man. what the fuck are you. you're not a bird. but you are also. not a grey thing. and you are also not a clothes-wearing thing. and you are real fuckin big. so what's the deal

you got any snacks

 

He smiles at the lady.
"It has in fact occurred for the second time today. I am not what you would, mayhaps, call, habitually dropping in on meetings like this-"
He chuckles at his own joke.
"- but it feels more or less like how things are supposed to be, you see?"

"Ah. I just had a quite intimate acquaintance with the Thames. Can't seem to get rid of the moisture of this meeting."

 

I'm a mechanical thing. The smaller pink thing is my sister.

No snacks, sorry.

 

He is picked up. He blinks, somewhat shocked by this developement.
"My dear automaton, as charming as you are, but- Ah! Would you mind putting me back down, I seem to be dripping all over you and I would not want to cause any deterrioration in such a fascinating being such as yourself."
He sniffs.
"I dropped. That is all that needs to be known at this point in time. Now I'd rather you put me down slowly, so I do not ahve to drop for the third time today, thank you very much!"

 

Mi. We can visit you both mi!

-the bowl is mobbes by a crowd of mis, shoe-mi among them-

 

Can you breathe water?

-She doesn't set him down yet.-

 

Whoa, hey now-- [He tilts his head, trying to open the joint as much as possible to avoid accidentally crushing the mi! That would be awful!] Give a guy a little warnin', hey? I'm not opposed t'people gettin' under my armor but I got an actual hatch for that, li'l bit, 's a good bit safer'n tryna crawl through my turrets.

 

*the seagull pecks gently at the robot's helm, which goes clang*

oh shit. that noise is fantastic. hold on

*clang clang clang clang clang*

this is the best thing that's ever happened. in my life. are you sure you don't have any snacks. does your "sister" have any snacks

 

Naw, and she doesn't make fun noises either. You having fun?

-He laughs.-

 

He frowns.
"I fear quite the opposite is the case, considering my current predicament. Would you mind returning me to the ground now, my dear?"

 

mechanical thing. I will be totally honest with you. I am having a fucking absurd amount of fun

*it pecks with varying intensities, creating clangs of slightly different volume and tone*

holy shit. did you know. that you are musical

 

-She sets him down.-

So were you dying?

 

-He hides a delighted grin under a hand.-

Only as musical as you're making me, friend!

 

Will yourself dry. It works here.

*Ford shrugs* There are a lot of ways to cheat and outrun death, but not a lot of good ways to free yourself after he's had you a while. Most of the time, people don't come back quite right. Though vengeance is a pretty good reason to haunt. You might pull off a Category Five. But honestly? Even a Category Ten can be taken out by the right pair of twelve year olds. I don't recommend becoming a ghost."

 

*the seagull's webbed feet go pat-pat-pat as it waddles its way around in a circle, flapping its wings with avian delight*

I've never felt. so alive. maybe this. maybe music. beak-music. is what I was meant to do. maybe I have discovered the secret. to "personal growth"

*clang clang clang clang clang clang clang*

hey. mechanical thing. can I ask you a question. what do you know. about "parties"

 

Hey gratefully returns to the floor, nodding in thanks.
"I believe quite technically speaking I even finished the whole dying process and expired properly. Why do you ask, Miss?"

He chuckles.
"I understood precisely none of that, my good Sir, I've never been studious when it came to the occult. What a grievous oversight I have now come to see. Ah well. And if I understand my current existance correctly I have passed the "recommendation" phase some time between unconciously returning a river's kiss and dropping from the ceiling- or sky? Dropping into this here establishment, as it stands."

 

I know they're supposed to be pretty fun.

 

You wrote that book?

*Paz shakes her head*

You know, you're a really good person, and very smart, but "PRAY FOR MERCY" is really not a helpful instruction!

 

do you think that. since I have discovered "personal growth" today. I could now attend a "parties". it's a dream of mine