shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

(Sloane is momentarily confused about why she's being asked about her day, but then decides maybe this is something friends do.)
Okay, i guess?
I mean i'm pre-/-/y sure i'm dead and mos-/ of wha-/ i remember of my day has been spen-/ here
Wherever here is
Bu-/ i-/'s okay here i -/hink

 

Sunshine nods. "Had 20 sweeps to pract1se be1ng a person and st1ll 1 fuck up at 1t lots." He grins at both Scanner and Norm. "Pretty much we all have that 1n common, so noth1ng really to f1ght about. 1'm a terr1ble ausp1st1ce so have non-romant1c p1ty on me and don't make me fl1p ash for the good of us all."

 

"Thank you! Best house." Paz thinks for a minute. "Wait, Hogwarts--"

Then she checks the infodump Mabel just dropped in her PAN (ouch!). "Wow. That sucks. I'm so sorry. Also glad Mabel already gave you the trigger warning. And yeah, we have the internet in our brains, sorta."

 

Ah.
Well, I hope You're not dead, at least.
Because You seem like a cool person and that would be prettY shittY.
Being dead, that is.

 

[Staaaaaaares some more. Rave magic is awesome. She is totally cheating with it]
Damn Just Shit Decisions Central Up In Your Place.
I Build Bombs. And Fuck Up Highbloods Weeks. Nowadays I Do Fireworks More Though Instead Of The More Lethal Kind Of Explosions.

 

Yeah, keep the flipping far, far, far away from me. I like you as my heart, not my clover. *laughs*

 

(You beam.)

I was aboat to say, no animals behind the counter, but that would make me a hypocrite.

 

"Might've been the best house if things didn't go a certain way. These day's it's mostly just full of jerks, unfortunately." Sloane sighed. "But....okay, internet in your brains, why not. And it's all right, I think I might've actually thought of a plan to fix things--assuming Alex can make it work."

 

[He blinks, suddenly looking more than a little uncomfortable. His entire body language is very reduced and small, he almost stops moving altogether,]
That's a romance thing right because if so excuse me, sir, I'll get my bosses to deal with that.

 

Hmmmm.
Being dead migh-/ no-/ be so bad, hones-/ly. Bu-/ -/hanks for....-/hinking i'm cool?

 

*He has not actually gotten a handle on the rave magic and is definitely tearing up a little now. It's brown!*
Its shit central. Shitral, iph you will. Phireworks sounds cool though, never seen em in action bephore. Whats the biggest youve ever made?

 

(Oneira gives them a 'no way in hell' look, and pockets the die.)
Hell no.

(She then makes Paz her coffee)

 

Worth a shot.

 

Yeah, Yeah, no problem.
No problem.
[Vulcan attempts to discretely hide the blush she has just developed by taking another sip of her coffee.]
So, uh, anY fun or interesting hobbies?

 

What Like Fireworks? Big Heretical Display Of Religious Devotion, As You Do.
For Just Bombs I Have A Bunch of Big Shit, But The Deadliest And Nastiest Is Still... The Bulgeblocker.
[She holds up a round bomb about double the size of a handgrenade. It's filled with glass shards.]

 

"Good!" Paz grins. "It's new technology. There's an earpiece, so the internet is technically in there, but we see it in our brains. I hope you guys can fix that problem. My parents wanted me to marry Marius, but I don't like boys that way and I am not the kind of girl he likes, which was a drag because we are BFFsies. I totally would not be cool with the way things are in your universe."

She grins at Mabel. "By the way, Grenda and Candy say hi via Marius email express. They're all 16 now, except Candy who's 14 because she was two years younger than us, and living it up in Austria until the government gets over this idea that it has of messing with everyone who was ever friends with the Pines family."

 

Sunshine straightens right up. "1'm try1ng to express that 1'm not h1tt1ng on you. And apparently do1ng 1t badly. Sorry."

 

Bulgeblocker is the worst phucking name Ive ever heard and iph thats glass I never want to see it in action. Didnt peg you phor a Suphpherist but I guess theres been weirder things in here. Unless it was oph the clown gods because then shits just phucked up.
*He blinks, then scowls in defeat.*
Phuck.

 

"Oh wow." Mabel sighs. "That's very nice of his family though. I miss them. I wish they could visit us here!" Then she checks herself. "Well. Home. Not here. But either way would be good."

 

[He still looks wary.]
Why are you even apologizing, it's not like I'm gonna throw myself out an airlock or anything.