shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

-flings @Blood of the Star and @Terrence the Vampire apart with spooky vines-

Somebody get me a FUCKING DRINK.

 

[He waves a hand vaguely and manifests a table with something that is probably hard liquor on it. It's organic!]

 

Oh no. my wiles have claimed yet another victim. He's lost it.

I don't see a challenge wirth rising to anywhere.
[She smiles, sweetly.]

 

...I don't feel good.

-Lacuna covers her mouth.-

 

i'd say you're both hilariously catty, except some of you are cats i think? and i wouldn't want to be accidentally offensive

 

Oh dear, you have gone blind. I'm terribly sorry, I didn't mean to mock your affliction. I promise not to do it again.

[He reaches down to pet her helm, a little worried.] Do you need a break, sweetspark?

 

Indeed, your great talent for comedy has driven me insane with laughter.

-makes a wall or screen appear to shield lacuna from general view.-

 

There are catformers, yes, though none here at the moment unless this plane chooses to play at irony.

 

(Oneira's bar materialises, with Oneira dressed like an actual fucking bartender behind it. She looks damn good in in a pinstripe vest, for a 14 year old.)
I was summoned.

(She slides a tall glass filled with what looks like a liquid galaxy over to F8.)

 

[She momentarily deflates and barely keeps from fussing, but only because Burlesque is there quicker.]
Doveling?

Excuse you, I am very obviously a peacock.

Your sample size seems to be awfully skewed if you belief Sec isn't doing efficient work, so I wonder which one of us is blind?

 

I don't know. I'm just... I'm upset for some reason.

 

I just get terribly cross when I have to do someone else's job without pay, so I might be noting the horribly visible incidents without realizing just how hard it is for you. Perhaps this is something for me to bring up with the Head of Securities, rather than one of the poor overworked peons. Who is that, again?

[He pets her a little harder.]

Would you like to take a break and get drunk?

 

Oh shush, you. Flattery won't get you farther either.

Doveling you know we're just playing, yes? I don't actually find Burlesque's face that offensive.
[Her voice is a gentle trilling flute]

 

-she knocks it back like a pro, and when Oneira's bar appears she flops into a seat, takes a half second to admire the pretty drink, and downs that too. She cannot ever be drunk enough-

Ter, clean yourself up. You're leaking. -she tosses a wrapped moist towelette at him. It bounces off his face into his lap-

 

That would be me and if you lick my heels I might even pay you for meddling in our work.

 

I don't know! I don't know when you're serious!

 

-makes engex appear- That is the kind you liked, right?

 

well, if you insist. (she cups her hands around her mouth to call up to burlesque and eyefeather) me-OW!

 

Oh sure getting drunk sure helps my nerves.

...I appreciate the thought, though.

 

Valiska sniffs. "I'm a cat," she points out, but she is only pretending to be offended.