shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

-a mi attempts to climb iridium, but smooth convex surfaces are not very good for climbing-

 

(A pack of huskies trots into the rave)
(So many people! Big people! Small people! They scatter to sniff around, woofing and yipping occasionally)

 

Mi? -a few mis investigate. A few other just go straight for pouncing on tails-

 

why is this place so INFESTED with things?

(minus the cat things. the cat things are fine.)

 

-is awoken by the sound of crying. sees the grub is eating. ok good. lays back down-

The same reaso+n yo+u're infesting it.

 

Mi, not cat thing!

 

-lays there uselessly full of hope the furry things will just. sit on her. or near her. urgh warm furry things are lovely and being a walking corpse is COLD-

 

its kinda challenged in the physical form department

so i gotta stop sometimes and park in a library and flip through a bunch of books to make it happy

listening to modem noises for a while would maybe be faster but i have my limits

 

same difference. cute furry cat looking thing. happy?

 

-a mi is just out of reach- Mi, are you gonna eat us?

Mi! Mimimimimi!

 

What? No+. I do+n't even eat anymo+re really.

 

pikachu pikachu pikachu to you too.

 

*Whoever is currently holding the teal grub is now coated in grub waste.*

 

-Eh. It'll rinse off.-

Hm. I don't think you could handle the washracks.

 

-Some of the braver mis clawtiously approach her- The other Troll tried to eat us, mi.

Mimimi! -this game is fun. Cronus is investigated for shoelaces to hunt-

 

The o+ther tro+ll wasn't a rainbo+w drinker. I'm no+t ho+t o+n animal blo+o+d either and I've already fed a day ago+ if yo+u're still wo+rried.

-reaches out a hand to pet the small things. yes come here. be fuzzy and warm-

 

*He pulls out his phone and flips the flashlight feature on, producing a spot of light.*

 

Pirr! -more mis approach- Mi, you´re cold! You need a sunspot!

-that spot of light must DIE! Mis pounce after it- Mii! Mimi! -several mis pounce on each other trying to get the light, cue rolling mi pile-

 

"Emergency heating pack?" Anhelia asks. "Being dead and cold blooded, I find they help."

 

-success. the mis are cuddled fiercely. she purrs contentedly. oh yes. warm things-