shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

Yeah A Lot. It Helps She Can Do The Psionic Hover Thing So I Can Still Do It Theoretically.

 

Coming right up.
(She slides him a big mug of layered hard booze, spice tea, and coffee. It's a bit more fancy this time, with cocoa powder, and a straw.)

That there's my packsister Mangan. Alternian Arctic Barkbeast. She doesn't ushorely bite.

(Oneira grins)
Heh, can do.
(Oneira sets out to make an assortment of drinks, all different:
1) Looks like smoking water, served in a ball-shaped glass with a narrow rim. Comes with a straw, tastes like vodka, salt, and fog. Like the sea.
2) Looks like a rainbow, served in a tall glass.
3) One from a heartshaped bottle (like, the actual organ, made from glass). Tastes a bit like Bloody Mary.
4) Tastes like chocolate cherry fudge brownies and packs a punch like whoa.
5) A blue liquor with a burning ice cube, served in a martini glass.
6) Spiced wine poured from a horn, served in a horn goblet. Very sweet.
7) Looks like a liquid opal, tastes like a cold winter morning and the view over untouched snow.
8) A violently green liquor mixed with what looks like brown rock sugar, which seems to be slowly growing... trees.
9) A pink-blue-yellow sweet-and-sour cocktail, reminiscent of the sky at dawn. Comes with a lemon slice.
10) A clear liquor with colourful poprocks in it, which slowly dye the alcohol around them as they crack and fizzle.
11) Mulled wine, served steaming.
12) A blue-purple-red mixture with berries at the bottom)

 

the fuck is it vwith trolls and massivwe lusii.

at least mine didnt require the entire goddamn ocean to fit in.

*He pats @Seahorse Dad. Good dad. Best friend.*

 

*Yep, this is his son. Not the other more disappoint ones. Totally.*

 

Haha, she could throw you.

 

Yes. She Did That Too.

 

...she could throw me.

 

If You Ask Her Nicely ,:P

 

-She grins.-

I'm always nice!

 

Yep <>

 

-he tries to take the mug off the table behind him; F8 has to slap his hands and hand it to him because she knows he's too silly to actually get up and grab it-

Lot of fur.

[Processing]

Fuck, F8, I never thought I'd say this but please tell me the Hounds are awake. Tariq left when you showed up.

 

I would offer you something to eat, but I don't know what your kind eats.

 

Now that puts me to shame.

 

*sits next to Stars cream* What are we looking at?

 

half of those are from vwhen i vwas six and dont evwen vwork anymore.

 

[Congrats, Chroma, you've earned an actual noise; Gess whistles, low and impressed.]

 

Fortunately and unfortunately, yes. Not that it makes a difference; I don't think he even sleeps. Don't ask me how he gets here in that case- haven't a damned clue.

Primals and gods yes. -it's practically a moan, Ter has to Suddenly Examine Mangan even though his corpse doesn't have tells anymore, and the production of her drinking them only makes it worse. She may or may not be fucking with him. And any unfortunate bystanders-

 

Well, duh.
(Oneira gestures to the window. There has always been a window there, to the right of her and the left of Ter and F8. It's suspiciously door-shaped. The landscape outside is deep snow as far as the eyes can see, with the occasional pine tree, in a place where it's night for one half of the year and day for the other, and very, very, cold.)

 

Let me see one. I bet I could get it going again. I promise I'll give it back. Detective's promise

 

Only time I left the city was to find another city. -he laughs-