shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

-She nabs the drink and downs it.-

Thanks!

 

It's not, don't worry. I can't die, all the Pines here are alive, most of the troll girls are alive, and I'm honestly not sure about the robots.

*smiles softly* Awesome...

 

Racist.

 

[the one class ill evwer havwe an A on!]

 

He blinks. Then starts laughing.
"That is an expensive drink, dear, savor it if you must steal it."

 

You held it out for me.

-She sips.-

 

"It's not. I should be dead 20 or 30 times over by now, especially given Weirdmageddon, not to mention the Colombian prison system, but I'm still kicking around. And so is my much smarter dumber brother." Stan pats Ford again, this time on the shoulder. "Stan Pines," he says, thrusting his hand out. "You must be an elf. Are all of you hot?"

 

[I'M GETTING MYSELF REASSIGNED.]

 

(rapid blinking) Berit S-- Lavellan -- I, ah, that is -- no, I don't think so??

 

"Au contraire, ma cherie, I waved it around precariously to be annoying. And besides whether or not I held it out to you is inconsequential to the fact that a good brandy is sipped, not guzzled."
He shakes his head and conjures up another glass for himself.

 

Stan grins at Berit. "Sorry. My niece never says the word 'elf' without 'hot' in front of it, and while you are only the second elf I've ever met, so far you live up to the hype."

 

Can you make me another glass?

 

... I didn't mean it like that. Just, I don't know you guys from Pennarion so I can't confirm that you're alive. You guys have certainly been dropping hints that you're living and I don't think you're lying, but... it is hard to tell in here, who is alive and who isn't. And hard to tell if it really matters, honestly.

The living and the dead, we're all equal, all together, in the shitposting rave.

*looks at stan*

*grins*

*a man after his own heart*

 

[maybe the next horrorfucker they givwe me vwont complain so much.]

 

"I can. The question is if I will."
He winked.

 

[THE NEXT HORRORTERROR WON'T BE WILLING TO PAY UP, EITHER.]

 

...Thank you?

(straightens jacket. which still has some Itch blood on it. that's not a thing that stopped happening)

As far as I've gathered, the, ah, distribution of attractiveness among elves is approximately the same among humans. But perhaps your sample is skewed. If you met @Helios Lavellan , perhaps the correct conclusion would be that Inquisitors are unusually dashing.

 

[bullshit.]

 

Please?

-Steady stare.-

 

"Hmmmmmmm...."
What stare? He's looking at his drink, not at Janie, he wouldn't have noticed.