shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

"Belle hates organics, except when she thinks they're tragic because they rot and die. Hello, untriangular triangle @Wilhelm. I am Watermelon Tourmaline, a space pirate and a rebel against the Homeworld."

Melon sits down near Ford.

"If Belle knew what happened to Rose Quartz, she'd be horrified and disgusted. She'll be horrified by what you've done, too. You've made yourself so small."

 

He blinked in confusion, pausing before nodding a hello with a smile, as he was at one of those rare times where he was at a loss for words. At least Wilhelm couldn't complain he wasn't having an interesting time.

 

[[@Wilhelm: They are talking about @la belle indifference, one of the three triangular menaces of Weirdmageddon Tango, along with @love under will, and @the bill of wrongs, who you've had the displeasure of meeting. @cryptoThelematrix fills out the profiles for WT NPCs so go check them out. Also there is a Shitposting Rave OOC thread for people to talk as players rather than characters. It's here: https://kintsugi.seebs.net/threads/shitposting-rave-ooc.4160/ ]]

 

And yet you continue to accuse me of something I have not done. I have stated that I would prefer to die before subjecting someone to this. I have also stated, quite rightly the truth of what the binding is. There is no other term for it besides eternal slavery. This is what I have done.

 

ennyvwvwun you say

 

[Orlandeau has dozed off sitting in one of the pools. Which is probably for the best, because the water powers would give him an incredibly unfair advantage in a splash fight.

Juice is no more conscious than he is.]

 

-makes a diamond sign at him and offers a reassuring nudge, not hard enough to shake him off, both because of William's presence and Tori's distress. Tori doesn't sound like he can be reasoned with right now, he's too upset, so maybe she can distract Ford from trying to troubleshoot further-

 

-tori is moping by himself now and will continue to unless pressed because He Really Doesn't Want To Speak With Ford Right Now. he fusses with a bit of cloth to embroider-

 

Ford makes a diamond sign at Moira. "I'm sorry I upset you, Tori," he finally manages. "It wasn't my intention." He knows it's not a great apology, but he can't apologise for What He Did if he doesn't know what it was. He's pretty sure he didn't actually say what Tori thinks he said. But if Tori's triggered, there's no hope in trying to explain that.

Then he looks up at Moira. "You and Tainell," he says, and grins.

 

-tori gives a grunt of recognition and continues to fret with the cloth. apologies are nice. he is not sure about this one but they are nice things. what isn't nice is sudden guilt spirals. he tries to ignore it. he fails-

It's fine. I shouldn't whine so much anyway.

-that's what it is isn't it? dad said so. keral said so. jame says so-

 

"Eh," says Ford. "Sometimes I should stop trying to explain things and just say I'm sorry. It's just I always feel like it doesn't mean anything if I don't know what I even did to upset someone, because other people don't think like me sometimes. I don't think you're whining. I think we misunderstood each other somewhere. I don't know if it's really my fault or not, but I'm sorry it happened, and that I kept it going. This is probably one of those situations where Valiska would say, 'Stanford, this is not a topic you should discuss with that person.'" He shrugs.

 

-looks at him with suspicion for a bit then looks down at the cloth. he's not whining. someone actually said he isn't whining. wow. tori is calming down a touch-

Possibly.

Thank you. For saying that it wasn't whining.

-now. he sews-

 

YIPPEE KI-YAY MOTHERFUCKERS

*drives a (stolen) UPS truck straight into the pool, various mail and packages float to the surface, and slowly the water begins to turn red and gains a fruity smell*

*bobs up out of the water, gasps for air. completely bedraggled looking with make up running like crazy*

 

That one went over like a fucking lead balloon.
#_#
[He climbs into a different pool with a bottle of tequila.]

 

*continues to gasp and bob and flail her arms while slowly moving towards the edge of the pool. her ability to swim is questionable, and hampered by her billowing dress, but she's not in any danger. a lot of the flailing is because she is dramatic*

 

*jumps in and helps you out of the pool*

You unbelievable FOOL! Had I been adrift in thought -- something I rarely indulge -- your truck could have struck me or any of the Four Dark Devas of Destruction, dragging us all into the depths of Hell from whence we came! Care you nothing for our lives? Care you nothing for your own life?!

 

The recently dunked cannonball catte hisses at the invasion of the pools Al'rhissim so kindly made for all of them by whatever it is that has made such a nasty smell. That was rude. She pulls herself out of the water and sits with her husband, his moirail, and the not-so-triangular extradimensional menace. She is very puffed up with annoyance. And her wet hair is dragging across the sand around the pools.

"Rude."

 

Stanford Pines materialises a large comb with wide teeth, half comb and half pick, and if he weren't on autopilot, he'd realise that in the rave, it really isn't necessary to squeeze the water out of his wife's hair and then carefully untangle it, but...it's meditative. Yeah. That's the word.

 

So how long does it even TAKE all that hair to dry? Three days? Four?
?_?

My money's on four.
^_^

 

*O*
[Laeto abandons ripple patterns in his smaller, unconnected pool to watch, entranced, as the red spreads through the water.]
How!!!! Didja do that!!!!!! You painted water how how how!!!! Atta how'd they do that???? [He pats at the surface of the larger pool, still starry-eyed.]