shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

"Nice to meet you." Valiska grins. "I don't know how helpful this will be, but...Ford's the one with the cleft chin and the streaks in his hair; Stan's the one with the bump on his nose. And Ford always wears red, even when he isn't wearing a sweater. I can tell them apart from six feet away, but I'm mated to one of them and I'm a catte, so that won't help you much."

 

sure, ignore the literal unvwarranted torture so you can chat about hatchmates. great idea evwerybody.

 

seriously, am i the ONLY one vwho thinks this is the littlest bit ovwerkill? and just as bad as evwerything shes supposedly done to deservwe it?

its hard being the single moral guardian in the room at all times.

 

[He laughs.]

Well, I'll try and keep it in mind nonetheless. No promises, but sooner or later I will figure it out. The red will help, at least. I pick Dorian out of the crowd by the frankly ostentatious amount of buckles and white he wears, peacock that he his.

The last time I was here, there was weaponry out. As unhappy a circumstance as this might be, it's much more preferable, I think. At least she isn't being shot?

 

vwas she screaming for it to stop vwhile the vweapons vwere out.

 

It's just water. What does she do when it rains?

 

She was egging it on, actually. Though I believe the massive amounts of gore and bloodsplatter were hers as well, so I'm not inclined to trust that perception as a wise one.

 

it doesnt rain vwhere vwere from.

so then clearly it ISNT preferable.

 

-Jane concentrates and it starts to rain. She's getting the hang of the spr3!-

 

*Grimaces and pulls his hood up.*

 

(Berit smiles gratefully as she becomes gradually less bloody.)

 

I'm going to be a brutally unsympathetic tyrant for a moment and say that it's preferable for the rest of us, and that might outweigh her particular preferences for now. Mass hostility isn't healthy for anyone, and a desire to die in battle does not make it any more so.

 

-Janie sits impassively in the rain, expression not changing but hand shielding her brandy from the water.

 

[He absently creates a barrier around himself to block the rain. At the moment, he's got no interest in getting wet.]

 

-She watches him intently before creating her own barrier.-

 

*The wiggler shivers and clutches their rather filthy pillow.*

 

[The wiggler gets a barrier too, because he's not a completely heartless monster. And he's not sure if it should be getting wet.]

 

Do you want something hot to drink?

 

[Eclipse fans his wings out and tilts his face up into the rain, humming quietly. With a 40-foot wingspan, someone could probably take shelter from the rain if they didn't mind getting close.]

 

*TIME TO INVADE THE ROBOT'S PERSONAL SPACE.*