shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

(a couch appears with a sleeping woman on it. she is wearing sunglasses, but they are falling low on her face. there is a dim blue glow under her closed eyelids and a glass bottle on the floor where it has fallen out of her open hand.)

(she jerks awake and almost falls off the couch. her sunglasses fall off and clatter to the ground; she grabs for them to cover her eyes, which are blue and brightly glowing. she sits up slowly and rubs her head. only then does she look around.)

...

i forgive my brain some weird dreams, i put it through a lot. but this is a bit much. did someone... (she picks up the bottle and peers at its contents) ... break ... into .. my apartment to drug my goddamn drink? can't a girl spend her unconscious wednesday afternoon in peace?

 

* rides in on Pounce de Leon *

Had anyone seen a Fountain of Cute anywhere around here??

 

I'm not a fountain but I'm plenty cute :P

 

I honestly can't answer the drugging bit but if it makes you feel any better you don't have to be drugged to get here!

Nah but I bet you can make one ;D

 

Well, I just killed myself in a liminal space to see what happened and I got there. So, nope, not dreaming.
... That might sound weird. I. Uh. Kinda reappear after dying. Unless I broke the multiverse and this is some kind of afterlife?
[He shouts:]
Hey, is anyone here dead?

 

-the mi´s approach @Nepeta. She is sourronded by tiny cat critters- Mi? Mimimi. Miii! -a few mis begin playfighting-

 

[Dom does a tiny scream.]

 

-mis scatter, then return to investigate screaming thing- Mi?

 

"You called."
Simon waves at this shouty brat. He is the resident wet ghost, he has to.

 

Oh no, I scared th-- Aww.
[Dom attempts to pet a mi.]

 

-the selected mi purrs surprisingly loudly for such a tiny thing and three or four others crowd in to also get pets-

 

Are you looking for a theme?
Some of us here ceased to breathe
But evidently not fully ceased
Welcome here where the dead still dream

 

Oh. Uh. Hi! Nice to meet you! [He waves back with the non-mi-petting hand]

Oh nooooooooo
[He falls to his knees and pets as many mis as possible. He's typically more of a dog person, but oh my Oracles they're so cute]

 

-So. Much. Purring. Several mis scale Mt. Lap-

 

[Dom falls to the floor. He Is Defeated. But still petting.]

 

-the mis take up residence upon the cuddly warm and purr-

 

...drowning in mis...it's a pretty nice way to go...i know from experience

 

"A pleasure. Was there a reason as to your call for the deceased?"
His amusement is easily hidden by a glass of Sherry.

 

- few mis pounce up to juice and rub against them-

 

"I'm undead, does that count?"