shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

I hold nothing but the highest respect and greatest, biggest love for my dad. What are you talking about. Don't all children love the run from the broom game.

 

I understand th´"dad" does th´same stuff as th´mom? Just while bein´a mech, not a femme. So that´d be Life Support´s job when he´s not bein´fraggin stupid.

 

Lady, I ain't been sparked yesterday, tone down the sarcasm before ya pull somethin'.
Also don't say that kinna stuff 'round my conjunx or he'll straight up adopt ya. Not that I mind, 's real cute when he does that but we've got our servos full with the kid havin' been shot at for the first time right now.

essentially but there's some cultural nonsense 'bout what a guy c'n do 'n' what a femme's job is 'n' stuff. Can't say I understand all a' it though.

 

If by same stuff you mean "disappears mysteriously which drives your father even more insane" then, no, they don't have the same duties.

 

"My kind, we need to be transported in hibernation. Imagine what my feeding would do to a ship's crew. So we have coffin-like chambers, sealed and shielded, that put us into a torpid state.

"We were fleeing. The Capital had fallen to the revolution, they had hung the King from the palace gates. His daughter Yvgenia had succeeded and was being evacuated on another ship, but mine carried half of the Treasury's gold and a lot of high-ups.

"We were torpedoed and sunk in deep water by a renegade destroyer. And ther I was, asleep like a fairytale princess in a crystal coffin, next to immense wealth. Fortunately, because eventually someone tracked down the gold. Unfortunately for them they took me, too. And opened the chamber. They may as well have committed suicide at that point; their fates were sealed.

 

You take my sarcasm and you take one of my two joys in life. I'd say I'd die over it but I actually can't die at all until the appointed time so. Eh.

Also I'm about as adoptable as the most unadoptable thing in Paradox Space.

 

No offense, but yer home situation sounds kinna glitchy.

 

Least you had some fun when you woke up I guess.

 

My sister also disappeared and returned ten years my younger. She's my twin.

 

Leave.

 

Fair 'nough.
And you ain't seen my conjunx tryin'a adopt someone. He does them sparkling optics. Never seen mech or alien able to resist that.

Dead Universe shenanigans?

 

Mysterious possibly Perimal Darkling things of which she won't speak. Then again she doesn't even talk about her sewing and treats it like it's a dire, dire secret so perhaps it's not so fascinating.

 

No I meant he seriously can't. I have an appointed lifespan. It's all planned out. I get adopted when it's not in the plan another me has to go and haul my dead ass back to the manse.

 

Humans are weird.

Well, our´s woul´logic´ly be Life Support, an´he went an´turned his chip off like a glitch, so he´s kinna left.

 

Well hey, mebbe you'd be surprised how fascinatin' some good sewin' c'n be. It's a high artform.

Well that'd certainly compl'cate things. ust don't mention yer home to 'im and he won't be too tempted I guess.

They kinna are. Also, Too soon, kitty. Way too soon.

 

Alas. I am allowed nowhere near the stitching. It's a Woman's secret and men just don't barge into those. If anything we hide in fright of them.

 

-earflick- I´ll show ya "kitty"! -she nudges her head againts his hip in such a way as to push him off balance-

 

The what? What´s this "sewing?"

 

Usin thread to seal sumtink. Like voundz.

 

Tha's silly. Ain't nothin' 'bout it what can harm ya unless yer afraid a needles I guess.
Sure ain't got nothin' to do with bein' femme or not.

-flops over, laughing-
Ya got a problem with the nickname? Can always jus' say so, Saws.

It's a fabric thing what the squishies do. Real pretty.