shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

-Stentato puts down his cube, looking seriously at her.-

...I'm not sorry for commenting, but I am sorry for misjudging you. Forcing people to fight whether or not they want to is still imposing your will on someone, and it sounds like it got a lot of innocent people killed on both sides. Do you want to come up here to look at the notebook?

-He summons a set of human-sized stairs up to the tabletop-

 

No it's fine! We're friends, yeah? No hard feelings.

*Taps a finger to her lips* I think I am waking up actually, which is a bit unfortunate. Perhaps next time.

 

(Reed dubiously inspects the very large cube, which while not too large for her to lift, is too large for her to practically drink out of. She settles on summoning a mug and using it to scoop some tea out of the cube.)

ah, the tragedy of my life. as soon as i see a woman i'd like to get to know better, she disappears. (lowers sunglasses to wink over them with her glowing eyes)

 

o_o

 

Ah. Hope your day goes well.

 

same emoji-face here, masky, i can't believe her AIs got far enough to actually revolt instead of badly piloting fleshsuits around.

.. and you're called..? masky is a little silly, and if i heard your pissing match with the amazing death-defying birdman right you're a very serious person who i should take very seriously.

 

-a person of indeterminate gender standing at 5'6'' stomps into the room, clad from head to toe in stark white armor. there are pistols holstered at their waste. a number of knives are seemingly held magnetically to the armor. a rocket ominously juts out from the jetpack. every last inch of this individual appears designed to kill or aid in killing.-

-this person trips over their own fucking boots like the di'kut they are and lands on their face with a resounding metallic thud-

 

Fleshsuits? Holy fuck, all we have is the dumb buttplug looking motherfuckers that Tidis makes, and they're easy as shit to hack. No AI here. Though that would be so cool. Can you imagine? Probably. I want one so bad.
^_^

The name's Wrench. And you are...?

[nelsonlaugh.mp3]

 

-pushes themselves up and looks over at the source of the laughter without a word. there is no telling what their expression is. there is only the black line of the t-visor and that white, white helment to offer any clues. of which they offer none.-

 

^_~

 

yeah, i can imagine. i mean, the only one i personally met - well, assisted my friend into meeting, by way of tactical breaking and entering - was actually just a dead woman in a computer. but i hear some of the military AIs out there are pretty scary and pretty definitively not people.

i'm reed. redux castor.

((edit: WHOOPS just pretend this is from reed's account >.>))

 

-cocks head like a confused cat because what does that even mean-

 

(The fall didn't make her laugh, but the incongruity of the gesture does.)

 

What's going on?

 

A pleasure to meet you.
^_^
[He does an exaggerated bow, like a goddamn nerd.]

That sounds sick as shit. Something I'd like to get my hands on? Transplanting conciousness into computers, that's the full transhumanism, you know? Fuck. That would be so sick.

@_@

 

-MORE LAUGHTER. this source is looked at as well. they shuffle about a bit and sit down cross legged and OBSERVE-

What?

-if anyone knows a jame they'd recognize the voice, slightly muffled by the bucket though it is-

 

[Whisper summons a cube of steaming, minty tea for Stentato. The lakes do not have birds, and so are marginally less interesting to him, but they are very pretty!]

...a lot of new people, I think?

 

-Clover grabs an arm.-

Jame!

 

sure, in theory, but she was only in there 'cause she was paranoid enough to back herself up in case she got bumped off by EvilCorp, and sure enough she was.

she WASNT paranoid enough to put the damn backup somewhere other than their servers, so she was having a good fun time killing time in a virtual bar while they messed with her head. ugh. (shudders)

or so my hacker friend tells me, anyway.

 

-tenses up quite a bit because holy shit that came out of nowhere-

That's definitely me. Though I don't recall telling you this. Or knowing you.

-sounds more curious about this mysterious occurrence than accusatory-