shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

... you detected that?

 

i can feel vwhen someones trying to psionically rip my clothes off, yes.

 

That was rave magic I was using, not psionics.

 

"Hello, Moira!" Jame calls out. "How are things?"

 

does it matter? please dont take my clothes off.

 

I think that one particular piece of clothing might be brainwashing you.

 

evwen if it vwas, vwhich is a ridiculous claim, vwhats the problem? ivwe got a job, ivwe got friends, ivwe evwen got a date friday night. im happier and a better person.

 

Brainwashing is the problem!

 

vwhy?

 

'Cause the ability to choose things for yourself is a right, and worth having even when the choices you make suck!

 

(Oneira brings both of them half-litre mugs of coffee)
Just so you don't have to ask for a refill at once.

 

guess vwell havwe to agree to disagree. but dont try to quote-unquote "liberate" me, okay?

 

*sighs* Fine.

 

I was flirting with the imperator. -she'd facepalm if she weren't handed her coffee-

 

(also your suit is atrocious, vwhat happened to the sleevwes.)

 

*the tie disappears cause of mary sue's sooper powerful speshul magicks*
you can ignore this if you want, I just thought it was funny. I have a shitty sense of humor.

 

*He freezes completely.*

*Cronus.exe has stopped responding.*

 

-Clover flops on Jame.-

 

You're sort of an overachiever, Moirana. (Oneira grins) What's next, marrying him and taking over the Imperium?

 

At least it's not brainwashing me!