shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

-more patpatpatting- 'Sokay! Just gotta make the best of it while we're both here!

 

Y-yeah...
[He gives Pocket a shy, chaste little kiss.]

 

-Pocket returns the kiss in a decidedly not-chaste sort of fashion-

 

-grins- I don´t think that´ll be a problem.

 

[Sunburner humms a little, vents stuttering on and practically wrapping around Pocket completely.] I-i miss this...

 

Oh really? I'm very good at running you know.

 

perfect

I mean I don't know jack about what sulfuric does to squishies besides general poison but yeesh.

Glad to hear you found somewhere new to hole up?

Pits yeah he's gonna be so pumped thanks bro! You said the shiny stuff was organic-made? How'd you get so much of it?

[He yelps, wings hiking up defensively when he's hit.] Nuuuurse! Nurse Sawbones some big meanie threw something at me can you come pet my wings and make it all better? 8<

You know you love me~

 

Me tooooooo. Not being able to touch anything sucks slag.

 

You only got two legs ta run with Capt´n.

S´what you get fer badmouthin´Cons!-she´s joking. She pads over for strategic leg noofing to get him off balance.-

 

I am stuck on an organic planet for three million years and counting now, there's not much to do, per se. So I learnt to modify the local fauna and flora to suit my needs. I'm growing the animals that make it myself [He puffs up with pride because honestly organics are so finicky, they're hard to keep but look at him being so successful with it]

 

This whole infection is weird as balls, 'resurrection events' aside. I think it's the universe's way of telling me to keep my nose out of it.

Yeah, not as big as the old place but that just means less windows to barricade. Survival's kind of my thing so I'd be self-sufficient pretty much anywhere, but I'm working on becoming comfortably so. Haven't had to make a town run in weeks.

-also notes @turntechGodhead, offers fistbunps- The time difference is wonked as fuck, I think, because it's been like a week and a half for me. I got my darkroom working though. Sort of. As much as one can without power. -she shows him a bunch of... decent for the circumstances photos. First is a pickled blue jay. A couple of other assorted dead things: the cleaned skeleton of a cow, an armadillo hide, a rottweiler with a rabbit in his mouth looking entirely too pleased with himself, and an in-progress jackalope taxidermy-

 

[hell yeah, bunp is returned. dave eagerly takes the photos and looks them over, lingering on the blue jay and jackalope taxidermy]

yeah i think this place has its own like
time separate of where we all go
cause if i wanted to like yank on it a little bit i can still feel it there so time EXISTS
were not existing in some sort of timeless void i dont think its just wonky like you said

anyway these are pretty fuckin sweet for no power
im talkin like give you diabeetus nuclear sugar rush man i love this shit
you dont meet a lot of people who know how to do the darkroom thing let alone people in a zombie apocalypse who still care about this kind of thing
like oh i dont have time for documenting my life for people who might be interested in the future i have to go murder other people
whatever helen you do you im just saying thats not a very sustainable hobby

 

The secret: flashlight and red paint.
I don't know as much as it seems. Part of my brand of Weird is I can pick up skills- well, not skills, knowledge more accurately- from the others who made contact with the same being. It's kind of like being an amnesiac- I know how to do things, I just don't have experience doing them. These are the better shots after a lot of practice.
Also I'm bored as fuck sometimes. I've fucked off from civilization because most survivors left at this point are assholes, I've got or am building everything I need at the farm, sometimes I just need something to do that isn't 'try and survive.' That and coming here have probably kept me from going completely goddamn nutter butters. Might take up painting next.

 

Terribly. It's a genuine affliction. How will I ever deal without gettng to look at your pretty wings now?

It's not how many you have it's how you use them, Nurse.
[wink]

 

I bet it does. I-it's bad enough I can't touch you... :c
[He kisses Pocket again.]

 

Wanna make up for lost time? -awkward, shy little grin-

 

-snorts- What I I gonna do with you two?

 

[His vents immediately humm loudly to life and he nodnodnods, the beginnings of a fade-to-black enveloping them]

 

Sit on us until we learn our lesson?
[She grins.]

 

-pounces, sits on- Like this? -grins-