shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

-takes the bowl and offers it to Diedre- "We can find somethin else if ye prefer"

 

Ohhhhhhh my fuck if she doesn't take it I want it that's some luxury shit right there.

 

-79 grabs the bowl and starts slowly scooting it towards Scanner.-

 

[Heart eyes motherfucker]

 

(Due to Rave Magic (TM) there are now two bowls)

(Deirdre hears Sawbones approach, but is quite surprised by the boop. Not that keeping upright is easy right now.)
Hey!

(Deirdre, still a bit indignant at the boop, takes the offered bowl, and inspects the contents with her fingers, smelling and gently pressing them before tasting them. Whatever she garners seems to put them in "potentially edible" territory, so she tries some. And then more. Looks like someone also forgot to eat.)

Thank you two.

 

-gentle bat. Won´t hurt them but might knock them over-
"I coulda made more, that wasn´t fer you."
-makes more bowls anyway-

"Yer welcome. I know ´bout idiots that ferget ta eat an´rest."

 

You're welcome to it.

You're quite welcome-- I'm just glad I guessed correctly. My other trinemate feeds rather more birds than sapient bipeds, and he's the most knowledgeable of the three of us about organics.

 

[Frown.] It's for whoever's hungry and thinks they can eat it. Including the t-fae. Leave them be, they just want food.

 

"I´ll feed them, just no takin´it away from" -to Dierdre- "Whats yer name?"

 

[It's hard to say thank you with a full mouth but he tries anyway, with mixed, very muffled, kind of gross results. MANNERS SCANNER.]

 

Less forgot... More, not enough time. The corpses were piling, and if we few who can make them pass on don't hurry, they break free and draw more people into their number.

(Deirdre giggles)
I think at this point anything edible is a blessing, and these here are tasty and nutritious.

Oh, did I forget to introduce myself again? I'm sorry. I am Deirdre of the Lantern, 13th Paladin of Tershoet, and priestess of the same.
(Deirdre moves her hand to her forehead, then describes a half-circle motion until her fingers touch the ground, palm up. Six items appear behind her in a circle: a Lantern, a Blowball, a silver Ring with a visible weld, an iron Trivet along with a small shovel and brush, a Cup, and a Mirror)
What are your names?

(Mun note for characters who can sense stuff like that: The six items are items of power, and carry the power of Tershoet, the god Deirdre serves. They all symbolise a specific aspect: The Lantern symbolises Death, natural Ends, and moving on. The Ring symbolises the closed Circle, an End brought forth by your own actions, but also the turning of seasons. The Trivet symbolises a Hearth, a place of gathering, a Home. The cup symbolises Love. The Mirror symbolises Seers and Divination.)

 

I don't think she can go through a bowl sized for us all on her own unless she's got a pocket dimension for a fuel tank. They could've shared even if it didn't randomly duplicate itself.

[Bemused blinking.] O...kay then?

 

"Yowch, been there, done that. Ye can´t help anyone if ye fall over though, just sayin. Sawbones, nice ta meet ya."

"Didn´t look like they were gonna" -shrugs-

 

[The frown, it is eternal.] Even in thirds it's more than enough for all of them. Can't blame anyone for trying to hoard, Primus knows we all do anyway, but they can only fit so much in them and it's not like scarcity is a problem in magic dreamland.

 

"What exactly is going on?" Bill noses in, a small frown on his face forming.

 

Oh, hey boss!

There is another entity that is doing this? Who is this foolish "individual," and why do they dare to steal my aesthetic?

 

-Kimo Neko is unsure how to handle this situation and awkwardly shambles away-

 

It's you, Mara. You're the individual that looks like a penis. Valiska just was trying not to summon you.

 

you know, i could introduce you to another individual that looks like a penis.

 

-Hey, buddy. It's Kyoshin Neko, and he has been deployed right behind you.-