shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Trouser snake. Little friend.

 

[The rat may climb as it pleases, though if it ever looks like it is about to fall off, Marcus will grab it and set it secure again. He also tries to make sure it can't get into his hoodie, because pls no.]

Dingaling.

Throat swabbing?

Sausage baton!

 

*Wink* When it comes to new bruises, that's just the tip of the iceberg. We sort of live on the outskirts of the city, though, next to the great lake.

Yeah, I prefer to call it a tongue war, myself.

 

...wingdings?

 

; )

 

No. That's actually worse.

 

*SCREAMING.*

 

-Pap.-

 

...wait.

What.

 

Which one? Anywhere near New Haven?

Nah, that's uh, what you call it when it's been tattooed.

 

... likely to be offendedat you staking claim too. just sayin.
[He... looks oast her, not at her and one hand covers the spot where congessi bit him... well cover is the wrong word, his fingers are clamped tight on the plating]

 

Ha!

Wouldn't that hurt?

 

*smirks* Once me, myself, Venture and Whisper are done, it can be in you.

Slavery. Is sorta a thing.

 

That's how getting won at poker works, or did you not know where the new crewmembers come from?

 

Do you need some space? Are you having a poor sensory experience?

 

The stork?

 

*She flops over onto Janie with a GROAN.*

 

(Disappointed, cube rat makes do with eating So Many Treats, followed by So Much Grooming. Several snacking rats have formed a nap pile which Mis are welcome to join. Assimilate into the Fluff)

(Mountaineer rat has set up camp at the summit of Mt. Marcus' Shoulder, and is considering making progress into the hood of his sweater. Is a bed? A rat hammock?)

 

Yeah it's absolutely awful. Spit swapping's bad too.

Yeah. People, uh, do all sorts of stuff that hurt for the excuse to have funny looking junk, though.

 

...staking claim? Axij's rusting horrors what new culture clash have I walked into now.

Yes, but it's not a thing Captain Nichrome is supposed to be doing. She-- she's not-- Refractor and-- [Distressed teakettle noises. How do words, what is she allowed to say?]

That's not where any of the others came from! If Nichrome and Cloudcrusher did, I'll--

[She cannot actually fight a bomb and a large jet all by herself, and promising to do so would be useless.]

--do something. Even if it's just words.