shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

a...hair salon? one, ivwe nevwer been in one in my life, and tvwo, am i supposed to befriend someone elses memories or something? i guess i COULD go for the other tvwelvwe fuckers, but if theyre ANYTHING like the current ones? nothings gonna change.

 

"What an excitable automaton you are. Quite so, I will offer you a sip of this. Spiced wine is a personal favorite of mine."
He holds the mug out for Bit.

 

He frowns for a split second before his features smooth into another charming smile.
"Apologies, you must not be of very high birth or of renown if you have never been to a salon. Why, every lady of charm hosts one these days. Oh but don't be ashamed if you haven't been invited you surely were merely forgotten..."
Simon says this in a tone suggesting Cronus should very much feel ashamed.

 

"I can second this guy there on the spiced stuff.", Oneira grins. "If I knew how you guys perceived taste, I could try to give you recommendations beyond what I'd drink myself..."
She slides a mug over to Bit, filled with a mildly steaming, brown-opaque liquid. (It's hot chocolate, on the less sweet side)

 

right. im going to assume youre batshit crazy, because this makes exactly no sense.

 

"Good sir, I am dead, not insane. A salon is an establishment where ladies and gentleman gather to make conversation, share culture. f course there are also the slightly less regular occurances, such as Soirées or Dances. And generally one finds every socialite of name and renown at the grand faires as well. Why my sister-in-law, Mistress Sophia Schuyler, is known to be an excellent hostess, surely you must have heard of her?"
His smile is full of disdain at the idea of someone not knowing Sophia Schuyler and her legendary parties.

 

Oughta-whatnow? [She takes a sip from the offered cup anyway, blinks rapidly, and passes it back to him.] Uh. Wow, that-- huh. Thanks? Iunno if I like that or not, but I'm not gonna drink your whole cup just t'figure that out, there's gotta be more around somewhere...

!! [Distract the tiny robot! A whole cup all to herself? She flashes a broad, fangless smile at Oneira and tries the cocoa.]

!!!! Holy. Scrap. What is this I gotta figger out how'ta make it, teach me teach me!! I mean-- after--

[Attempting to chug the hot chocolate does not go well, but beyond a startled noise and a bit of spluttering Bit appears to be none the worse.] --after I finish this, I mean, thanks, this is great I love it I gotta make more!!

 

im beforan, pal.

 

"Gesundheit."
He raises an eyebrow.

 

Oneira laughs. "It's called 'hot chocolate'. Made with milk into which I melted some chocolate, which is made from a specific ground-up... fruit? Berry? Anywaves - can be eaten or drunk both sugared, and spiced. It has different effects on different species - it makes trolls sleepy, is a mild stimulant for humans, but poisonous for others, like the thalassani. Here in the dreamscape I can will it so it doesn't make me sleepy, though."
She ponders a little.
"Let's try this here, for comparison."
The next drink is milky-green. (Matcha Chai Latte)

 

beforan. from beforus. its a PLANET, not a sneeze.

 

Aight, milk we can prooobably finagle the next time some mammal decides to wreck everything. Gonna haveta see if we can find any kinna thing what tastes like-- huh, what's the original fruit look'n taste like? If it hasn't knocked me over yet it probably won't!!

[She blinks down at the new cup, still smiling.] Oooh, better color on this one! [She sips cautiously from the latte-- and pulls a face, sets it down. If pressed, she will finish the drink, but. Maaaaybe she can foist it off on someone else.] Colors that lie, that tastes like leaves. I mean-- thanks anyway!! [She momentarily grows wings, just so they can flutter nervous apology.] It's-- it'll still get drunk, honest!! Just-- the chocolate was better? To me??

 

"Old chap, if Her Majesty had made it to the sky to look at one of those planets circling our sun, I'm sure I wuld be among the first to know. While your exterior is quite the commendable product of great skill, I am not going to be fooled by one of Monsieur Verne's more rabid admirers."
His facial expression quite clearly says what he thinks of that. Ugh, french literature fanboys.

 

is anyone going to clue the fella in or vwhat? cause this is pretty sad.

 

Iiii don't think Sch-- uh, Simon's? Earth has got to space yet, Cronus... uh. What should I use now that there's like six Cronuses in here?

 

Eight, t9 6e exact. Sevwen if y9u d9nt c9unt the 9ne vwh9 6lu66ered a69ut harassment and disappeared.

 

howv about 'cronus alpha', because im the TRUE cronus.

 

Okay yeah seven-eight whatevs, still doesn't lemme know what names I should be using for... hm, do Cronkrisprite and Crotulasprite count since they've already got unique names? Anyway, everyone who's still using 'Cronus' as a callname, 'cuz if more'n one'a them's in here that's gonna get confusing real fast.

Aight, Cronus Alpha for this one! Gotcha! :D

 

-He snorts.-

y0u'r3 4 l0ng w4y fr0m 7r0ll k4n545, d0r7hy.

 

uhm
scan u?? w/ my thinksponge....
iunno if psi counts 4 touchin