shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

-affectionate pets-
You're right. As usual.

 

Pit, I'll drink to that.
(Apostasia gives a toast with a flask.)

 

What sickens me these days is I'm almost respectable. What the fuck? I have a house, a car, a job -- I'm fucking management. How did that happen?

Still got a cop's bullet in my leg though. Should probably have it taken out someday.

 

-purrs.- You think to much is your problem.

 

Yes, you really should, It might get caught in your gears, or whatever you organics have.

 

Muscles. Ve gotz muscles. But ya should get dot out.

 

Me too. Any tequila around here? Don't think robot booze would work.

*a table appears from nowhere, with a metal tray on it upon which is a bottle of tequila, some glasses, an ice bucket, some limes, sweet syrup and a small tray of salt*

Hell yeah, margarita time.

*she produces a margarita on the rocks rapidly from those ingredients and raises it in salute.*

To the Police! And their incompetence.

 

See, at the time, going to the hospital would have meant explaining how I got it. We just bound it up and poured alcohol on it. A shitty bottle of vodka, I recall.

 

Scrap happens, and sometimes it happens to you.
But for that, don't you got backalley docs where you're from? Because that seems like an awful oversight, not to have those.

 

Oh same. I do however recall quite clearly how I acquired my current situation.
-she looks incredibly smug about this.-

I know. But if I stopped thinking I'd simply start worrying that I should be thinking.

Ah yes. Good old improvised field medicine.

 

-drapes a paw over her face in an improvised kitty facepalm-

 

YSaz yaz, iz goot enuff for der moment but reelly, find a doctor vat vill keep deyr mouth shot und get stuff like dot properly feexed.

 

id drink to that if stuff that materialized here wasnt so hard to make stay existent in my mouth

 

I had a scan done eventually. They said it wasn't going to kill me or anything but I should get it out. But then I lost my healthcare and couldn't afford it and by then I was used to it and ... *she shrugs* life got busy.

 

See the solution to this is to get your brains fragged out if you don't have a brain you can't worry about thinking :P

Or syk works too but that's proooooobably not the best idea

 

I know.
-weak smile-

Why, are you volunteering, Venture? ;)
No, no it's not a good idea.

 

[Whisper shrinks himself down to human size, smiling a little sheepishly.]

Spoiler: same hat!

(Or, well, similar hats? I need to replace a thing, not have something taken out...)

 

You seemed to like the idea last time we tested it out Cap ;)

 

-noofs- Everytime i find you here you seem to be about ta get fragged! -half amused-

Spoiler: same hat!

Kindly present your aft at the medbay so we can do something about this. -glares-

 

Fuck the police, am I right?

[He lifts a mug of tea in support.]