shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

[Unicron sighs]
That's why I and Caer tell you not to eat so much candy, you know.

 

Your moon is hurt.

 

(laughs) wow, rude, i'm crushing it today. look how good my hair looks. (her hair looks exactly as usual in its customary ponytail)

 

He has a tummy ache. It's a true tragedy.
[Unicron doesn't sound like he's too fussed about it and pets the small metal ball.]

 

Why do you eat candy if it´s bad for you? [The universe asks the moon]

 

... Sheesh you must be fun at parties.

So basically whenever you pass out, gotcha. Seen worse dreams though, but usually fewer that are... actually inhabited.

 

IT'S NOT BAD FOR ME!!!!!!
[the moon is still spherical and moon-ish in shape, but some plating has started to lift in places.]

 

I am quite a lot of fun, when such things do not involve sparklings and inappropriate topics.

It is, if you eat too much of it, my little prince.

 

It is if it makes you hurt!

 

thats a myth!!

 

...That is a tiny one? Whoops. Never quite know with yers.
... Why is yer moon a tiny one a yers.

 

IT DOESN'T HURT AT ALL!
[The moon rocks emphatically in Unicron's arms]

 

[Whisper is totally not staring at the sparkling-moon, not at all, even if they are absolutely precious.]

 

...Well. I come back and the only face I recognize here is Djinn and Tonic.

That's almost sad. -shrugs, slings an arm across @Norm the Genie 's shoulders (it's very cold and... kind of tingly?) dramatically. Also manages to maintain minimal physical contact otherwise; she seems used making these kinds of gestures without the underlying meaning- Be a gentlespirit and introduce me- either to your new friends or the drinks cabinet- or help me find a misplaced skeleton.

 

you can eat as much candy as you vwant and NOTHING happens because adults think they knowv more about shit than they actually do!

 

It is not.

My son turns into a moon. Among other things. It is apparently the logical conclusion from my planet altmode.

Will you walk then?

[He nods at Whisperwind.]

 

(Apostasia looks up from the interlocking and regionally noneuclidean, semieuclidean, and pi-euclidean machinery and squints)

... That an armadilloformer?

 

The only one here who can actually eat as much of anything as they want would be me.

 

i can eat as much as i vwant!

 

[Whisper bobs a shallow bow, wings splayed out for all of half a second before he goes back to fluttering and badly hiding a smile.]