shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

*Other than a slightly dented face, she's fine.*

 

-Mina finishes her checkup, then with an evil grin makes a bag of icecubes appear and drops it on itch crotch.- For hyu "bleedink"

 

*WHEEZE.*

 

DDD:
is there something we can do? Like uh... like hugs? Or candy?

 

pretty peachy

id probably mess up powers too so if those are keeping you alive dont try to hug me

id kind of prefer it if people didnt do that anyway though

 

"I don't much like strangers touching me." Vic states. "I get it. No powers that I know of other than cynicism here though."

 

"I'm sorry, dear, but I must claim a reservation on that one," Mindala says. "I own cynicism; it is mine. Unless you pay a toll."

 

*He tosses a caegar at Mindala.*

 

Oh thank fuck. We're getting more unrepentant bitches here. Thought we'd be cursed to kids, PTSD bots, and Glasses.

 

im an unrepentant bitch!

 

You're also a kid. Go stand in the corner and think about what you've done.

 

Yeah, and we all wish you'd repent sometime!

 

and i vwish youd growv some globes so i could kick you in them!

 

"I'm not entirely sure she remembers what she's done. Seems to have a propensity toward damage."

 

The Itch and Norm Show will be here all week, folks.

 

More reason she needs to stand. None of this leaning against the wall shit either, kiddo. You stand straight like a rail.

 

"And I will continue not to care," Angela says snippily, and conjures a Martini to sip.

 

*Itch pointedly begins to slouch.*

 

thanks for that, by the vway. you people singlehandedly squashed a rebellion.

 

-frowns at Angela and her drink choices. she sets a glass of water next to her and a piece of bread. pointedly looking at her-