shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

nooooo, perish the thought.

 

surely you jest

when has anyone here ever been sarcastic

 

nevwer. absolutely nevwer. i cant believwe youd evwen SUGGEST that anyone in this fine place vwould EVWER be in the SLIGHTEST bit sarcastic. its insulting, really.

 

Valiska snuggles into his arms. "Hello."

 

vwhat?? PLENTY of people here havwe been sarcastic, idiot!

 

Sev nuzzles the top of her head. "So what did I miss when I disappeared for a bit there? Anything other than weird arguments about sarcasm?"

 

"Nothing important except for the part where the artist formerly known as Itch poked a wiggler with a stick and I'm afraid I beat her up a bit." Valiska sighs. "And the inevitable silly posturing whenever Stanford and Rick Sanchez run into each other." She giggles. "Ford! Come hug us and ignore Sanchez!"

 

"Yes, yes, dear, of course!" Ford bounds over and hugs them both.

 

a 'bit'. lady, you slammed me into a vwall!

 

*Whatever else the wiggler has been up to, they have not let go of the lusus-skin pillow for even a moment. They've got an ironclad grip on it.*

 

Sev sighs as well...

...then turns just enough to fully capture Ford in the hug-tangle as well.

[Speaking of... A new wall appears between the Doctors Pines and the tall, skinny, scrappy fishtroll. How did that get there?]

 

"This is very nice," Ford says, and sighs, closing his eyes and leaning into them both. "The wall is also nice."

 

hey!

*Itch kicks the wall. Hard. This turns out to not be a great idea, surprisingly.*

FFFFFFFUCK!

 

*The wiggler begins mumbling something to themself, something that sounds suspiciously like a slowly sounded-out swear word. Good job Itch.*

 

HEY!

 

go avway!

 

"Hugs are frequently nicer than arguing with people. Not always, I suppose, but frequently."

Sev is not even going to deal with the fact that a wall just started talking. Nope. That's just... a thing.

 

*the wall becomes More Wall. This seems to be achieved by growing taller, and sort of looming over Itch.*

 

Cordelia peeks out from behind the wall and growls at Itch, then drops her jaw in a threat yawn. Those are her humans and the fishtroll needs to stay on her side of the wall and Leave. Them. Alone.

(Cordelia understands how the rave works better than Itch does, having once manifested a rabbit which she promptly hunted and ate.)