shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Dali sighs. "I guess that's what Ford gets for making all those rude crop circles on the university commons."

She glances at Reed. "It's a rude joke on one of my professors who notoriously trolls several other departments who say we're a cult and we're going to blow up the multiverse."

 

... whoo. okay, reed, you dumbass, this whole place runs on dream logic.

is there .. a speaker in there?? (she pokes at the head region of the pillow with her foot)

 

oh. uh, okay.

 

*The teal wiggler has been missing for a good two weeks, but wherever they were, they've definitely been doing well for themselves. They appear to be wearing some kind of organic pillowcase.*

*@Pillow Monster is not great at fashion.*

 

No, I was made accidentally by Clover in here.

Ow!

There is not a speaker. I was created by the dream magic of the shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the shitposting rave.

I am not into lusii.

 

?!

 

*Flops onto its stomach sadly.*

 

*dads the lusii*

 

*The wiggler clings to their guardian's neck, staring at @Pillow Ford.*

 

*dads the wiggler*

 

*Staring intensifies.*

 

"Oh, okay. We don't know who made the body pillows last Trickster's Eve, but the smart money is that it was someone from Classical Physics. The Princess Unattainabelle ones were the best. They didn't talk, though."

 

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Bianca, who was curled up next to Reed, also jumps.

After a moment, she noses at @Pillow Ford, who does not smell at all like Stanford Pines.

 

gross, vwho let the GRU8 in here??

 

*In the interim, Itch has located the punted bar of soap. She's cheerfully gnawing chunks off in between insults.*

 

[The clown is using another bar of soap to slip a random cronus]

 

*Cronus's claws click against the floor as he desperately tries to keep his balance.*

*It fails and he lands right on his tail. Ouch.*

 

*Points and laughs.*

 

*giggles and regains composure* Are you alright?