shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Dizzy!!! And... Kind of tired, now...

 

-runs his hand down Primus's back-

 

Hey Sibling!
-they rub their cheek on a bit of plating, affectionate-
... you didn't mean to hurt anyone, right?

 

Okay. Do you want to sit down? I'll help you.

 

Did I screw up? （（●´∧｀●））

 

...mm. Tough question, lovey. When're you talking about?

 

when you were saying mean things to parent mostly.
I think the captain... for some reason wanted you to hurt her? I don't really get it...

 

oh and also the experiments thing. that sounds scary. But you probably had reasons :c

 

(Many years ago, this mun watched the play Antigone by the school's senior drama club. It was an abridged/summarized version with only the most poignant parts actually played and the rest summarized by a narrator, who spent most of the time sitting on stage eating popcorn, and cheerfully narrating the various gruesome fates that befell the characters.
This was Apostasia during the past few pages, sitting on the sidelines, smiling, and eating nibbles.
Now that things are looking like they're going to calm down, she's pondering how to start another argument, but without everyone going against her.)

 

...yes, some of the things I said, I wanted him to hurt. I get mean sometimes, lovey, an' it's not a good thing but it happens.

Mm... Not a nice story, brightspark, from any side. I'll tell it if you like, but it's not exactly light reading.

 

That... Sounds nice...
-he's getting tired quickly-

 

You got in an argument. A nasty one. It happens, darling. It will be all right.

 

...Okay. -snuggles closer and huffs-

 

-Switchblade gently puts a hand on Stasja's shoulder and pulls her into a half hug. No. Don't do the thing. For once just let them chill.-

 

Okay. We'll... Work on it? Maybe? Together?
And... I don't mind hearing about it! I know about a lot of nasty things.
-they pull a bit of a face.-
But I want to know why. Because I bet the why is important!

 

"You have no idea where I have been before or what I have lived through, Itch," says Ford. "But if you aren't careful, you may very well find out."

Ford rolls his eyes at the gun. "You're hilarious. Both in your estimation of my willingness to take care of this problem, and your transparent attempts to subvert me. What part of 'I've already made one stupid contract and got out with my soul intact, do you honestly think I have twelve PhDs in stupidity?' do you not understand?"

 

-watch a minibot do her best to lower a giant spiderformer to the ground without accidents.
... she is surprisingly good at it. As if she has experience with this kind of thing.-
Yup, look almost sitting, and then you can drink a bit more energon, yes?

 

Ooh, yes!!! The medical grade sounds good right now, even!!! How weird is that??? Thank you, Captain :)))

 

Dipper winks at Oneira.

While Itch is arguing with Genie, Dipper hides behind the coffee bar, resummons the memory gun, and types 'Itch' into it.

Dipper is really glad his sister's not here and has ceased to feel any remorse whatsoever about what he's going to do.

While Itch is still distracted by arguing with her friend, and Ford, and the gun, Dipper aims from behind the coffee bar and hits Itch square in the back of the head with another zap from the memory gun. This time, she'll really forget.

 

vwhy cant you just let me livwe my owvn life, eh? howv am i going to learn anything if im not allowved to make "mistakes"?