shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

Soooo... I don't suppose exhibitionism will play into scenario this at all, will it?
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^_~

 

What about tentacles? Gwahaha...

 

[For once in his life Scanner is actually speechless. Mostl ybecause he can't decide which part of this conversation offends him the most.]

 

"I am a huge exhibitionist, providing everyone present is into it, but something about the shade of purple she's turned suggests that she isn't." Lissa shrugs, and replaces Valiska's tea. "Drink, sweetie. I don't want you to hyperventilate."

 

"Please don't hit on my wife," Ford says quietly, but with the slightest edge in his voice. "She doesn't like it. Can't you tell?"

 

Valiska drinks her tea. "You better not have roofied this," she grumbles.

 

Lissa sighs. "I would never do that," she says earnestly. "I just wish we could get out of this place where we're all judging each other."

 

!_!

I mean, if you ever want to hit someone ELSE up I am always free.
^_^

 

Who has the hottest wife? It's him. It's him, and Ford knows it, and so does everyone else.

"We'll see." He grins. "You do know she doesn't just have cat ears, though? Because if you were ever to say anything to her that hurt her feelings, I would feel compelled to express my objections, in strenuous terms."

 

Buddy, I am SO into xeno or furry or whatever you're aiming at here. I am the LEAST judgmental when it comes to this shit, believe me.
*_*

 

"Would you be into helping me take the edge off Mister Overprotective here? Because I don't feel like leaving him alone with his other self right now, as I don't think anything good will come of it."

Lissa is giggling. She likes that he's overprotective, rather than jealous.

 

Lead the way, gorgeous. I'll help you with pretty much ANYTHING.
^_~

 

Exit Lissa, stage left, fade to black, with a @WRENCH and a @Stanford G. Pines.

 

"...I knew there was an alternate universe where I was an evil son of a bitch. But I did not know there was an alternate universe where we were agnostic Thelemite swingers. And I don't know why I find that second one harder to process than the first one."

 

Can we please put the 69w away.

*His wrists are itching.*

 

[She is trying not to stare. She is trying not to squeal quietly under her breath. She fails at both of these.]

 

*He's...overwhelmed, to say the least. Aliens. Giant robots. A miniature fussy clone of his mother.*

*And now a squealing seadweller.*

 

"Lo!" Valiska waves at her. "It's okay. My brain's not functioning properly either right now."

 

WHERE DO YOU EVEN KEEP COMING FROM, DO CULTIES JUST LIVE IN THE WALLS AROUND HERE? LURKING, WAITING FOR THE BAREST POSSIBLE HINT OF NUBBY HORNS AND HORRIFIC MUTATIONS?

 

It isn't h9rrific.