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Characters: Anyone coming to Zo's carnival
Setting: Cafeteria; please specify the date and location in the carnival in your subject header!
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Summary: Zo has set up a carnival for the residents, but it's not meant to last. Anyone wandering after the bombs go off might see things they never wanted to see...
Warnings: Psychological and body horror
Note: Characters entering the carnival from the 27th to the 30th will experience visions! Please refer to the info post for details and reply to this thread if your character enters the carnival during these days.

[The carnival has taken up the entirety of the cafeteria. A large roller coaster and ferris wheel tower over the residents, while a child-sized roller coaster, a merry-go-round, and spinning teacups project much less daunting silhouettes. Stands are set up with standard carnival foods available, from ice cream to cotton candy. These stands do not ask for anything as payment.

On the twenty-seventh, the carnival appearance changes. The machinery all appears rusted and broken down, as if weathered with decades of rain and snow. Plants grow up and around the rides, ruining them, and all the food is rotten.]

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Food Stands:[Funnel cakes and dishes of ice cream were piled on top of fluffy swirls of cotton candy. The handles of the blue and pink puffballs jutted out at awkward angles not at all conducive to easy access. The mountain of food was only held in place by a pair of bony, grey arms at its base, while the top of the pile wobbled and swayed dangerously free.]

[Gamzee was eating because he was miserable, and miserable because he was eating. But, as it always managed to do, the sugar overdose was just as potent as the copious amount of drugs he had running through his system. Sugar just made everything... right. It made your mouth happy, made it pull itself up if it was hanging to the ground. It coated your insides and fizzed through your bloodstream. He could spend the rest of his life here.]

Rides:[After he got done devouring his body weight (and probably more) in disgusting sugar, Gamzee stood in front of the rides, peering up at them with a childlike sparkle of awe in his eyes. In hindsight, going on the rides after stuffing himself wasn't probably the best idea, but he had a habit of not thinking ahead.]

[This should be fun!]

[And of course, Rei is holding as much, if not more than Gamzee is. Cotton candy, funnel cakes, ice cream, and even hot dogs have all been stacked into a not so neat pile. Her mouth is open to the point of being dislocated and the food is being more or less vacuumed into a gaping maw filled with glistening white teeth.]

[Even with her unnatural eating, she finds herself starting at Gamzee. She actually stops eating to ask him a question.]

You gonna eat all that?

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[Being as unorthodox as he was, Rei's eating habits were more familiar to Gamzee than any normal table manners would be. In his opinion, it was how you should eat. Food was sustenance to invigorate and be enjoyed. As such, you should be cramming as much as you feel you need into your mouth at any pace you want to cram it. If it was okay to eat small portions slowly, it should be okay to eat large portions as fast as possible.]

[Despite their earlier scuffle, Gamzee didn't harbor grudges that easily. He was usually irritated with everyone all the time, even after an attack, whatever feelings he had originally harbored usually reverted themselves back to their usual discomfort over time.]

[So, it was only out of protection to his food that he responded with a little apprehension in his voice.]

Yeah I all fuckin' is!

[He moved his arms awkwardly, clutching his food mountain to himself. Had Rei not had her own food, he would have been more inclined to part with some of his. However, that was not the case.]

Eat at your god damned own, motherfucker!

Oh, okay. Just checking.

[And she goes back to vacuuming up her food. A little while later, she stops to stare at him again.]

Hey, how many people from our team have you run into in this place so far?

[Gamzee does much of the same, stuffing and cramming every piece of sugary confection he could between gigantic fangs and into his festering mouth. Why the fuck did this chick keep staring at him!? The fuck did she want!?]

Ugh...

[He didn't want to think about that! He came here to get his mind off of everything that was miserable in this tower - Orange Team included. Though, admittedly, they were about the least of his worries at the moment. She could have asked worse questions, he supposed.]

Uhh...

[He sniffed his nose, recalling large amounts of snot that loved to drip from it at all times. Who had he seen so far?]

The doc, the ginger.

[Yeah, that was it. Richtofen and Reno were the only people he'd seen so far. The way his day was going, however, he was sure it wouldn't end there. Joyous.]

About the same for me. Just those two guys.

[With that, she goes back to eating. Not even the sight of Gamzee's boogers can dull her appetite.]

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[Lancer is ready to get into the roller coaster when he notices Gamzee stepping into the car.]

...This isn't the tunnel of love, kid. Just to let you know. Nobody's gonna be kissing you here.

[Ohhh, yeah, rollercoasters were fucking baller!!! Gamzee was way above the height requirement, horns included, but hopefully there wouldn't be any narrow tunnels or tight turns to lop his head off.]

[...Ah. There's a familiar face. The human man he'd gotten cozy with at the party last summer. Remembering it sent a laugh flying out from between Gamzee's teeth before he could stop it. He nodded jocularly at Lancer, running his tongue over the points of his fangs.]

That a motherfuckin' challenge, brother?

I dunno. If it was, would you take it?

[Not even this kid is dumb enough to try, right?

[Do you really want to find out, Lancer?]

Does this motherfucker all strike you as what's one what would be all up to turning down such motherfuckin' kinds of wicked opportunities, yo?

[A simple smirk. Honestly, you should have expected this.]

[Richtofen hadn't been intending to get on a ride. He really hadn't. He had so much work to do, and he was close to a breakthrough, he could feel it. But... Well, the roller coaster looked like fun. He couldn't be an angry, bitchy Nazi all the time. Sue him.

The transition from "uncomfortable, sarcastic douchebag" to "man too old to be having fun at a carnival enjoying it like he's a little kid anyway" was swift and sudden. The second the carts had gone down that first drop, he unabashedly started screaming and laughing and holding desperately onto his hat like he'd been riding roller coasters all his life. There was just something so positively liberating about getting whipped around like a ragdoll over a bunch of tracks.

He was still giddy when the ride let off. His hand was practically glued to his head, though his lapels were turned up and his tie had gotten slung over his shoulder. He stumbled, not used to being back on his feet, and leaned against the gate surrounding the roller coaster with a smile on his face. He was even giggling. Wow.

He ended up right in front of Gamzee, though he didn't seem to notice the clown in his post-coaster haze.]

[Having already ridden the coaster (and subsequently thrown up everything he had just eaten), Gamzee was recuperating for a few moments at the rail towards the exit of the ride. He paid little attention to the riders leaving the area, until he spotted that nasty little tightwad of a man who was... having...]

[...a good time!?]

[Letting his jaw drop just a little, it only hung there for a few seconds before blossoming into a grin. Whether the grin was genuine or mocking, even Gamzee wasn't sure, but he was certain that he wasn't going to let this opportunity pass him by.]

Mother. Fucking. Bitchin'. Weren't it just?

[There was that weird smile again. Too condescending for the expression on his face and the softness of his voice.]

I like the motherfuckin' part where all it goes the fuck backwards. So fucking legit, dog.

[As soon as he heard that voice, Richtofen stopped dead in his tracks. The look on his face was akin to a child caught doing something bad by their parents (which was especially awful, considering their age differences). He went pale and slowly, ever-so-slowly looked over at Gamzee.

Shit. Oh, shit. Of all the people he was not hoping to see, he had to run into Facepaint McFunruiner. Was it too late to deny that he had actually been on the ride? Was that still a thing he could do?]

I- I, ahem--

[He cleared his throat and went to straighten his tie, then realized that it was not sitting straight against his chest. He groped blindly for a few seconds, until eventually he pulled it from over his shoulder. He attempted to pat it down flat, but there was a crease in it now. How annoying.]

I don't-- That is to say, I haven't-- I'm not... [Abruptly, his face twisted into a scowl, and he resorted to screaming.] Stop looking at me!!

[Gamzee watched the transition of Richtofen's expressions with an immature exuberance, wringing his hands and rocking on his heels. He loved being able to wipe every trace of happiness off of the guy's face in one fell swoop. Though, he had to contest to the idea of himself being a fun-ruiner. He was merely trying to engage Richtofen in a conversation of what appeared to be a shared interest! It wasn't his fault the old grump had to take it so bitterly!]

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HONK!!!

[He couldn't laugh without honking incessantly. It was just... so hilarious, Richtofen getting all flustered to the point of screaming at him. And over what!? A fucking carnival ride! Poor dolt. What an insecure mother fucking idiot.]

Were you all be to having a fuckin' good time on your motherfucking ride, Doc!? Get in your little motherfuckin' rocks all off up on with the fucking loopy-ass carted track contraption!?

[He advanced on him as he spewed taunts, reaching out to snatch up Richtofen's tie and straighten it out some more.]

Wouldn't want no one to be in the fuckin' know on what all such a mother fucking fun-lover you all is, motherfucker. Wouldn't fuckin' do at all, would it?

[Gilles watched Gamzee eat, enraptured. Such appetite! It was very impressive, not to mention inspiring. He had been extremely impressed with Gamzee's other appetites, when last they had met. He loved to see passion in others, and he had seen how much Gamzee had wanted to rip that girl apart. He understood that desire. He had no need and little wish to eat, so he was not eating any more food himself, after having tasted a little of this and that. No, he had no interest in the food, only in the appetite, the hunger, that consumed it.

Smiling, Gilles walked up without greeting and handed Gamzee the pen that he had picked up during Gamzee's fight with Rei.]

[Gamzee was too engrossed in his food pile to even notice Gilles approaching. He'd only registered the fact that he'd had company when the pen was being presented to him. Then, with a mouth full of funnel cake, he reached out with his only free hand (covered in powdered sugar and sticky cotton candy remains) to snatch the thing from his visitor.]

Thit, thankth motherfucker!!

[His entire mouth area was a mess of food and saliva, but he at least finished chewing and swallowing the enormous chunk of funnel cake in his mouth before attempting to speak again. This time, it was with a more relaxed and happy expression than he'd worn last they met.]

Best shit any motherfucker's all to be have given me as of late. Would be all some of the most fuckin' wickedest of shames to be all losin' it after so all fucking little of time being to motherfuckin' have on to it.

[He turned the pen around in his fingers for a moment, admiring the handiwork before placing it lovingly in one of the pockets of his oversized pants.]

You all right, bro. Want some fuckin' candy!?

You are welcome, mon cher!

[He smiled and laughed with pleasure at the sight of the mess on Gamzee's face. What a beautiful young man! He's pleased to see him in a good mood.]

I could not let it be lost, as you loved it so. I could make you something else, if you would like.

[Gilles had a weakness for giving presents to people he liked. Or money, but he had no money here.]

And you too are all right. Yes, I would love some!

[He doesn't particularly like candy, but if it's offered to him, of course he'll take it.]

Ain't much motherfuckin' necessary. Ain't a brother what's all to up and motherfuckin' take such advantages of another motherfucker's generosity like what's all that would motherfuckin' be to doing.

[Gamzee made no attempt to wipe the mess off of his face. He sort of just forgot about messes immediately after they were created, no matter where they happened to be. You should see his room.]

[He was happy to have met such an agreeable motherfucker, however, he knew nothing of this man. Every troll is raised to be on guard, even with close relations. Though, he wasn't so much taking candy from strangers as he was... the one offering it. Gamzee reached into his mountain of sweets, pulling out a few items in an attempt to Jenga his way through the food without it falling.]

Mmm... a brother's got... uhh...

[Attempting to present Gilles' choices to him while still holding on to his food pile was proving to be quite the endeavor. Gamzee had to shift all of it to one arm, and hold out the foods with the other.]

Cotton candy... uhh, corn dogs, motherfuckin' funnel cake, oh motherfuck I got some fuckin' nachos left up in this bitch!!!

[He got distracted for a moment, letting the funnel cake fall to the ground (oops) so he could dig out a paper bowl full of nachos. His yellow eyes were as wide as saucers, horizontal goat pupils dilating and shrinking in excitement.]

Uh-- fuck-- I mean...

[He'd gotten distracted. Honestly, Gilles, just take something off of the pile if you want it. You deserve it for putting up with him for this long.]

I am glad to give gifts! Generosity is a virtue.

[Although he didn't insist. Prelati had always taken his presents, but Ryuunosuke had never been as interested in them as in Gilles himself. He preferred being liked for himself.

Gilles enjoyed messes as well. The more chaotic things were, the better, as far as he was concerned. So he liked watching Gamzee make more of a mess.]

I will have these!

[Gilles took some corn dogs off the pile. He preferred meats to sweets, so that suited him fine. He didn't need to eat at all, but it was polite to take food when offered. He started to eat them, slowly. What a strange food!]

Are you an artist? You're so poetic, so creative!

[Whoa. Whoaaaa. That's so much sugar! When Quark sees the giant haphazard pile, he's not sure whether to be amazed or nervous that it might fall down and crush an innocent bystander. Not that he's worried about it crushing him or anything; his Grandpa trained him to survive being buried in case he fell underneath a bunch of junk while scavenging. But someone else might lack the proper instruction to do the same! Of course...they could probably always just eat their way out.

With cautious steps, Quark makes his way around the mountain to see exactly who it is that those arms were attached to. When he recognized the face--Gamzee, wasn't his name?--Quark spoke up. Of course, he probably would've done so even if he hadn't.]

Can you really fit all of that in your stomach?

[He sounds more impressed than anything else.]

[Gamzee was mid-chomp when he was addressed - mouth hanging open, handful of cotton candy around a hidden corn dog in his hand hanging in midair before it. He somehow resisted the urge to shove the entire thing in his mouth, instead looking to Quark in surprise.]

You all be getting your harshest of doubts on in the motherfuckin' carnie food master, my little motherfucker!?

[He raised an eyebrow, seemingly insulted.]

I got a bilesack of motherfuckin' steel, yo.

[...]

Er, I fuckin' mean... not motherfucking steel, but, uh... some fuckin' shit what's in all to be more, like, fucking bendy and accommodating for lots of junk, probably.

[Eloquence.]

N-no! I didn't mean...uh...

[Quark fumbles for words, his face coloring a little. He didn't mean to offend Gamzee or anything! Embarrassed, he rubs the back of his neck in one hand.

It's fortunate, then, that Gamzee also seems to fumble on his words. Quark pauses, thinking about what the older boy was saying (and given the strange, profanity-ridden speech pattern, it took a bit of extra thinking for Quark to get his own thoughts in order) before his expression brightens. Hesitantly, that is.]

Like...rubber? Or, or elastic? You know I read once about this substance called...uh...resilin, I think, that's this rubbery stuff found on a lot of insects and it's how they're able to jump super high. So...maybe it could be made of that!

[Man, science is cool.]

[Gamzee's always offended all the time. Don't sweat it, Quark. He doesn't even seem to notice Quark's discomfort, thoroughly engrossed in trying to find a more suitable material for his stomach to be made out of. His thought process is cut short (thankfully) when he receives some suggestions.]

Yeah? Bugs got that?

[He tilted his head. It sounded plausible. Trolls were insects, naturally Gamzee put nothing more together to come to the conclusion that that was definitely what his stomach was made out of. He didn't even know his own anatomy.]

That's all what it motherfuckin' be, then. Shit feels like all it's motherfuckin' getting up to be jumping around most of the fuckin' time, anyways. Who knows what's bug guts is motherfuckin' made up all of, anyway.

[He gave a glance down to his abdomen, shrugging his shoulders.]

[Quark nods enthusiastically, earlier hesitation seemingly forgotten.] Yeah! I think so.

[As he listens to Gamzee go on about his stomach being all jumpy (if Quark has a decent understanding on what exactly is being said, that is), Quark invites himself to sit down. Not terribly close, mind you, if only because there was a rather large pile of various foodstuffs making such an attempt impossible.

And then, Gamzee did smell a bit funny...but Quark was used to dumpster-diving for a living so this was hardly that much of a problem.]

So--do you have a favorite? [The boy looks at all the different treats that the troll was planning on eating.] Of all this food, I mean.

[That was how you made friends, right? Asked a bunch of silly questions?]

[Jade was all for drowning your sorrows with sugar as much as the next hyperactive not-quite-a-kid was. In fact, she had one ridiculous puff of pink candy in her hand-- though, it was just one. Definitely not a mountain-- which was exactly why she was now staring at the mass of food that..apparently belonged to Gamzee Makara.

It kind of took a minute to tell. But she realized now how long it had been since she had actually spoken to the guy (not since before-- er, someone else left, she wagered--), So the least she could do was...try to act normal? For whatever normal counted for anymore.]

Uh... you trying to break some kind of record or something?

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continues tradition of being world's slowest tagger my bad

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