shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

It doesn't seem totally cool for a colonist to flip over to decepticon or autobot.

I guess I understand it from what I know of Obrizon, though.

 

Well! Ssssssssort of? But! The idea of social mobility and...
[He trails off, wringing his hands a little.]
And besides, the war is over! That's all behind us now! We can concentrate on fixing things, and, and repairing the damage that was done now!

I just really really really didn't want to be part of Oar's staff okay?

 

... well, it's a reason for no one here to want to date you.

 

-Nichrome glowers back-
Spawn of a glitch.

 

Yeah, he hurt my sister. I understand.

Besides! War's over, right?

 

see, for that to matter in any vway vwhatsoevwer, it has to affect me somehowv. it doesnt affect me if anyone in here vwants to date me, because id sooner hook back up vwith the glorified pickpocket than vwith anyone here.

 

Eh, a functional dataslate connected to ship's intranet should be enough...

Hm. Have thoughts, but... each place has its negatives. Quarters aren't only mine and shouldn't be invaded unless Jetski agrees, don't actually want to share a suite with Nichrome and Ref yet, medbay is medbay...

Oh! Haven't been yet, no, but J-- ah, my... amica? is also of Obrizon! I really should ask him to teach me the language, the supplied briefing is... well. Brief. Pretty, but not exactly thorough.

...is it rude to ask how Focal became a Decepticon?

 

Fine. You win. You're an asshole, you eat effigies of your exes, and none of that is important 'cause you don't want anyone to like you anyway.

 

You could use my quarters!!!!!!!!!

 

(If he starts slag we'll take your side, promise.)

[Her visor darkens.] No.

I--

Er--

That is--

[She curls in on herself.]

Know... important to Ref. But. Don't trust yet, not enough to be helpless in Swiftwing's personal territory.

 

Oh.
Okay!!!!
I just thought I should offer!!!!!!!

 

"Probably in the Federation?" Valiska shrugs. She is now eating thinly-sliced raw red meat, and slipping bits to the thylacine who has her head on Ford's knee. "We're obligate carnivores, and too much carbohydrate is really bad for us. Puts a lot of stress on our pancreases."

 

Hey, Swiftwing! Do you know anything about graphic design?

 

the ex-eating is more of a symbolic thing.

 

(Apostasia nods) According to readouts and examinations, yeah. And they mentioned their distilled stuff burns differently. Of course it's a dose thing, but if I consider that even food-grade of the chemicals responsible for spicyness can be used as weaponized irritants...
And of course, as previously mentioned, the fact that some species don't even perceive some tastes. The Talbari apparently don't have the concept of spicyness, while the Kalea also have etrish, which is the taste of a certain kind of energy, apparently.

 

... that doesn't help much, actually.

 

Um?????
How do you mean?
I can do all sorts of designs and colors on mechs!
Especially if you want me to emulate certain styles that used to be popular with specific racers!
I'm really good at painting those!
Why do you ask????

 

"Did you want something?" Ford inquires. "It just occurred to me that since this was a dreamscape I could eat anything I wanted to." He now has the burger that goes with the fries he had earlier.

 

Well, me and Triage want to make posters for his room. But neither of us can draw or anything. But you're really good. So, uh...

 

Cordelia is supremely disinterested in burger bits. Why does the fuzzy Singer insist on eating burnt food?