shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

You think that'd be possible?

 

Generally if something is important to one's life work, one pays attention to information given. Gwawdwyr has proven exhaustive memory of a single cultural point (shall I play the recording of the song again?)-- an easily-memorized lyrical composition-- and yet, despite claiming status that would require further in-depth knowledge, can offer no such knowledge when prompted (eg when relating to the "culling" of the teal juvenile). I remain unconvince--

I already said I wasn't going to get involved any more why am I doing this? [She throws her hands up and forces herself to turn away, focusing on Norm instead. Maybe if she doesn't look at Gwaw for long enough the threat-flag on her HUD will go away.]

...and again, I realize I'm probably not thinking clearly about this. Processor repair is a work in progress. Suspicions unfounded, but... difficult to shake. As usual.

 

Oh yeah. Sorry.

 

Mm. Accepted, though unsure what exactly Norm is apologizing for.

 

Making you feel bad, I think? 'Cause, well, our Cronus conversation bothered you, didn't it?

 

ivwe been in space for fifty svweeps. ivwe forgotten most of the stuff that i dont use on a nightly basis. happy?

 

"I don't know," Valiska admits. "It's young, but it has a will of its own. If it prefers to remain here..."

 

... has anyone ever left here and ended up somewhere else?

 

"Other than the obvious polygonal answer?" Ford tries to shrug, and sets Valiska down gently on her feet when he realises that he can't and also that his back is starting to hurt a little. "Not that I know of."

 

So, no one non-eldritch has, then?

 

Maybe...? [She pauses for a moment, thinking it over.] Honestly the oddest things have set off the-- misalignment in the last decade or so, I don't think Norm can really be blamed for happening to be involved in a conversation that tripped the wrong switches. Faari's eyes, I started this one, if anything it's on me for not knowing when to step out.

[She will not get dragged back into that conversation. Nope. She will be a responsible diplomat. Even if that particular tone of voice sounds a little too sharp to be safely ignored for long.]

 

(mumble GRUMBLE fucking robots mumble mumble "incompetent" my ass)

 

*sighs* So, there's not much you can do to avoid it, is there?

 

that sounds like you might need special equipment

 

Not... currently. When mainline universe catches up, going to be seeing one of the therapists onboard. Until then... avoid everything and everyone and live in complete isolation??? Very feasible plan, it's not like I'm a translator, diplomat, and paid crewmember on a ship of 200some with emotional ties to at least two of them =P

 

... well, I hope you'll be alright.

 

-snuggle locust offers snuggles of comfort-

 

Um!!!
I have once almost left here! There was a window and all!!!!
I just didn't go through it because it smelt like waste products and fights in there >:I

 

...thanks.

(If it helps any, the transcendantal knowledge granted by the dreamspace says I have no planned death.)

[Bug is Ref? Bug is Ref. Hug the bug boyfriend.]

 

You're welcome!

(Yeah, Not Dying's a good start.)