That lantern show last night...

[There's a long, considering pause here, as though he's looking for the words to describe the depth of his feelings...]

... You know, I had to watch a turdweasel run about a place where fireflies were trapped under a blanket of tumultuous cloud, winking their asses on and off like some kind of desperate, obscene insect bucket show. I had fucking flashbacks to there. That's what that reminded me of.

[Now there's the sound of his feet stamping along the ground.]

Speaking of bucket shows... Wow. Why the fuck does a computer care who pukes what into whatever receptables a fucking drone comes waddling up to their door with? It's not like it couldn't just incenerate the genetic fluid if it didn't want breeding.

Of course, maybe it's just been a stalwart bustfuck about it so that prisoners can spend more time bitching about bodily autonomy than actually... oh, I don't know, looking for a way out. Kind of a good trick, actually. Simple, but motherfucking effective nonethefuckingless.

Whoo-hoo~!

[If you happen to look up at the clouds overhead, you may spot a rainbow streak dashing through them. Two clouds are already spinning around like tops, and another few have holes in them from her flying through them at speed. She's currently weaving through another set like a pro]

Now this is what I'm talking about! [Ignoring the fact she's not talking to anyone in particular! RD is a happy pony. She can finally train properly! And she is going to make the most of today by working her tail off]


((OOC: Feel free to call out to her or use this as a thread-jack mini-event thing))