001 ♑ [first honk]

[hystericull]

Characters: OU Gamzee and you!
Setting: Room 1-02, the cafeteria, and anywhere in between!
Format: Either are entirely welcome.
Summary: A doped-up, alien clown awakens in the strangest of places - and decides that he's hungry. Seems like he's got a good handle on priorities. Oh, chocolate shenanigans are good, too, although he hasn't eaten any!
Warnings: None that I can think of, except for Gamzee's filthy mouth.


Room 1-02:
[Sometimes a body just doesn't want to get its motherfuckin' move on. That's cool, though. Whatever it feels like doing, or not doing, is all chill with him. It's not like he wouldn't be laying here motionless anyway. This sure was an uncomfortable way to wake up. The immobility didn't bother him as much as the hard, flat surface he'd been placed upon. It certainly wasn't a recuperacoon - a conclusion he'd only come to because of the depressing lack of sopor slime. It also wasn't his horn pile, which he'd become accustomed to sleeping in while in the Veil. Oh, well! Better not to dwell on such trivial things, and get back at enjoying this wicked nothingness. The crazy feel of paralysis was gone, however, and Gamzee Makara regained his motor skills.

After lamenting the loss of that dope not-moving shit, he rolled not-so-gracefully off of the bed, smacking his large horns on the nightstand and landing with a "thud" on the floor. He'd managed to knock some sheets of paper off of the nightstand on his way down.

Oh. They were letters.

Well, he'd already known Alternia had been destroyed, but he was thankful for whoever wrote the letter to have saved him! And everyone being happy sounded like a fucking awesome time! He wanted to meet the author of this letter - they sounded pretty motherfucking chill.

What wasn't chill was this super-tight jumpsuit he'd been placed in. Who even gets up in a brother's bubble like that? Not that it was a huge deal. He was pretty okay with sharing his personal space, really. He crawled over to the trunk the letter had mentioned, and beamed excitedly when he saw what was inside. Among his usual clothes, which he quickly donned, he proceeded to overturn the chest, spilling bike horns, juggling clubs, and slime all over the floor. This was starting to feel more familiar already!

Eating the slime was not something he probably should have done, but who in their right mind would take an oatmeal-only rule seriously? Better yet, who not in their right mind would even notice that there was an oatmeal-only rule?

Uh-oh. The ol' nutrition sack wasn't feeling too well. In a fit of desperation, he scrambled out of the room and down the hallway.]

Cafeteria:
[After getting situated in his room and having had quite the terrible feeling in his stomach, Gamzee had somehow found his way to the cafeteria. It had taken a while, and he'd ended up going in circles, going into other people's rooms, going back into his own room, and generally unintentionally avoiding the place he'd been searching for.

He didn't really notice the bowl of oatmeal before him, and didn't remember how it got there, for that matter. What was this stuff? It was runny, sloppy, and slid over the edges of its bowl when he wobbled it from side to side (which he was doing quite enthusiastically). It reminded him of a discolored sopor pie... kind of. Hopefully it wouldn't make his digestive sack feel like a bag of angry bees like the pie had, however. He frowned at the thought, momentarily pausing his bowl-spinning game to dip and swirl a few fingers around in the stuff cautiously. The table was full of oatmeal, as were his fingers, now. He was generally making a mess, all while wearing a stupid grin.]

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[grandhighblood]

[The highblood makes his way through the cafeteria at least once in a day. He just liked the oatmeal for some weird reason OK!

Upon entering the cafeteria, it's empty mostly except for one small body of a...troll wriggler. There's something so strangely familiar about it. He just stares from where he's standing by the door, just...staring. Sort of creepily. All of his instincts are telling him to just straight up kill the motherfucker, but that can always come later.]

...

[hystericull]

[Okay, he was having way too much fun with this oatmeal. The bowl was tipping all over the place, and if there were any unfortunate souls at his table, they would have to deal with oat shrapnel, for certain.

He remembered that he was hungry, and calmly lifted his fingers out of the bowl and in to his mouth, lolling his tongue out quite unattractively to get the gobs in between. It was at this precise and very flattering moment that he happened to turn his head and meet the eyes of his ancestor.]

...

[What a tender first impression.]

[grandhighblood]

[Give him a moment, OK, he just need to collect his thoughts here a little at this odd scene. See, sure, the Grand Highblood admits even to himself that he's not the most graceful-looking of trolls -- he has his own code of manners and shit, people wouldn't understand OK?! -- but this is just a travesty. Just plain motherfucking sad. He's never seen a troll's eyes look so glazed over and dull like that, not to mention that mess. Something's just ain't right in the pan with this one. he hasn't even really thought about what Birkin told him about his descendant, unable to even imagine this thing would be the one... sure, he did mention the sopor, but still. That shit's hard to swallow, you know!

His eyes suddenly drop to the symbol on the troll's shirt, and an odd feeling overcomes him. Lips peel back into a sneer, and his culling instincts are on high alert. His curls his fingers into a fist, popping a few knuckles, cants his head ever so slightly at him, and takes a few steps forward.]

Look at you, little motherfucker. Enjoying the fuck out of that motherfucking slop they all label food around here.

[hystericull]

[Oh wow, this motherfucker was HUGE. Gamzee had to crane his neck to stare stupidly up at him - at his enormous, squiggly horns, his unruly mass of hair, his horrifying, painted face...

Hey, his face was painted, too! That was pretty dope, actually. Wonder if this brother wanted to kick it and throw back some elixir, maybe? Maybe he liked to slam, too! That would be the fuckin' tits! Aww, yeah, this guy was probably all right! ...Even if he did terrify him, just a little. Gamzee wasn't feeling observant enough to put together the similarities between them just yet.

And then the giant spoke. A deep, booming sound that made Gamzee jump about a foot in the air, letting out a strangled honk in surprise.]

Hahaha, motherfuck yeah, motherfucker! Shit ain't what's near close to sopor, but it's getting to be being all at the same fuckin' consistency. Could be a little motherfuckin' sweeter, but a brother ain't gonna get his complain on all over a thing such like that. Fuck, man, you're pretty motherfucking tall! You ever knock your horns somethin' fierce up on them doorframes, bro? I got trouble with that sometimes and this motherfucker's headstalks ain't nothin' what's compared to yours...

[Aaand, cue the incoherent babbling to a complete, hulking stranger. This kid never knew when to shut up, honestly. It didn't help that the Grand Highblood made him pretty nervous just staring at him like that...]

cafeteria?????

[scalemate]

[So many new, familiar faces today! Terezi hesitates when she catches Gamzee's grape jelly scent, though. What if he's crazy? She cannot deal with any more crazy right now. But as she gets closer, his stupid and very familiar grin comes into focus, and she can't help but grin, too. So, she calls out in a sing-song:]

Hey, Gamzee!

LET'S EAT THIS SLOP TOGETHER YEAH!!

[hystericull]

[He pauses his finger-swirling for a moment and stares down into the depths of the oatmeal. Did it just say something? He flicks his finger around in it a little bit, curious. When it doesn't respond to his relentless coaxing, he lifts his head slowly, finally catching sight of Terezi. Oh, oh! There was a face he recognized!]

Tereziiii!

[His grin managed to get even wider, exposing all those sharp, jagged fangs. He was so distracted by her that he rested his whole hand in the oatmeal.]

I was starting to get my wonder on as to where all you motherfuckers were at!

Re: LET'S EAT THIS SLOP TOGETHER YEAH!!

[scalemate]

[THANK GOD SOMEONE WHO'S ACTING NORMALLY.

Or normally for Gamzee, whatever.]

How did you survive without me?

cafeteria!!

[uprisings]

[...well]

[That sure is a kid sitting there playing with his food. Let's just never mind the horns, and the facepaint, and the unruly hair make him want to punch things. Or punch him? Wow inexplicable feelings he's just going to ignore!! From his spot in the door, he can't quite make out the kid's symbol, but he knows he must be fairly highblooded if the color is being swallowed up by the black of his shirt]

[BLUH! Highblood kids can be amazingly terrible!! Maybe he can just ignore him... Yeah. Gonna try that, slipping into the room finally and going to collect his food and sit... somewhere... not close to him...]

[hystericull]

[After sampling a bit of the oatmeal, Gamzee had decided it wasn't sweet enough for him, and quickly forgot about it altogether. So he was just... sitting there, staring straight ahead at nothing for the longest time and being pretty transfixed by it.

That is, until a long swooping of bull horns entered and left his somewhat limited field of vision. His droopy eyes lazily followed those horns until they caught up to the whole body. He honked excitedly, scrambling up from the table and abandoning his oat catastrophe.]

Heeey, bro! Tavros!

[He had to try his best not to trip over those saggy, polka-dotted pants as he scurried over, coming to a sudden stop a few inches away from the Summoner. He blinked up at him, an odd mixture of excitement and thorough confusion.]

Whoaaa, uhh... Tav?

[uprisings]

[Ignoring him ignoring him ignoring him ignor-- wait what]

[Turns when he hears Tavros' name, a uh... rather unkind frown sliding onto his face. If you're messing with that kid, he will... oh. Takes a step back when the kid stops all up in his business, staring down at him and giving a thorough looking over]

[Well... Thorough until it reaches the symbol anyway, and then he's just. Not even minding the kid's confusion, grabbing him by the horn and pulling him up a little. Trying not to be creeped out by... a number of things here, but mostly how... glassy and weird his eyes are]

Highblood, what the, fuck happened to you. [Did the tower shrink you??? AND STEAL YOUR BRAIN??? CAN IT EVEN DO THAT?????]

cafeteria!

[cantstopme]

[Wow, this guy sure is messy. That's like... unacceptably messy. And he's wasting food, wow.

Link's going to grab a handful of paper towels and come over and clean that table up, frowning as he does so. And also not notice the horns; he's too busy cleaning because wow, not even his little sister gets this messy, and she's like six. That's the constantly-sticky-hands age.]

oh my god is he adorable salkjdf

[hystericull]

[He'll just continue to play with his food, being totally oblivious to the little kid rushing around him. Until one of the paper towels grazes his arm, startling him out of his stupor.]

Whoaa, hey there, little green brother! You be gettin' your wicked dance on down here all the motherfuckin' time?

[He grinned stupidly, watching Link wipe up the remaining globs of oatmeal. Oh, he wasn't dancing, he was cleaning. That was... slightly less fun, but still cool!]

Oh, bro you ain't gotta do that...

that's his job! c:

[cantstopme]

But you're making a really big mess. Grandma always taught me that you have to clean up after yourself, and Aryll always gets sticky when she plays with her food.

[And that's when he looks up at Gamzee and WHOAH HOLY CRAP THIS GUY HAS HORNS.

Don't mind if he kind of... gapes a bit.]

Are those horns... real?

[pchaaair]

[Tavros had been wandering-- he was still trying to get a feel for the tower again after leaving and coming back, but. HUNGER CALLS OKAY. He definitely wasn't expecting to see Gamzee, but when he did, he quickly made his way over to him. '-' It looked like he was definitely an indigo Gamzee, too, which was always a plus.

So now, Gamzee, there is a Tavros sitting down across from you.

Staying away from the oatmeal mess as best as he can.]

... Gamzee?

[hystericull]

[His head snapped up in alarm, having not heard Tavros walk over and clank his metal butt down, and only becoming aware of his presence after he had called out his name. A broad, wicked smile flew over his face instantly, and he scrapped the idea of an awkward, over-the-table brohug and instead offered an oatmeal-sticky fist bunp.]

Taaavros! Hey, bro! Good to get my fuckin' see on of you, motherfucker! Honk!

[Have a few more honks for good measure, and Gamzee is more than happy to finally see his bro. He's pushing the once-discarded bowl of oatmeal towards him.]

Oh hey, want some of this crazy shit?

[No, Gamzee. No he doesn't.]

[pchaaair]

[Stick... oatmeal... fist bunp...]

No, that's okay. I've, er, had enough of that before.

[beknightedheroine]

<sub>[Sayaka's not got much of an appetite nowadays, since it just doesn't seem to matter as much if her body will get repaired by magic no matter what she does with it. But hunger pains eventually get to her, so there she was, in the cafeteria for maybe the third or so time since getting here.

She's.. losing what appetite she did have watching this guy, though. ...man, these gray folks are weird.]</sub>

[hystericull]

[He's licking globs of oatmeal off of his fingers. So much class! Oh hey, the mostly-empty cafeteria suddenly got not-so mostly-empty! One of those pink alien girls was kind of... staring at him awkwardly! That's cool, maybe she was just shy! No need to be shy around this guy! He grins at her, a display of long, sharp fangs.]

Heeeey, motherfucker! You can come all to get your sit on over here if you ain't got any wicked brothers or sisters to be with you!

[He continues grinning, resting his hand back into the bowl of oatmeal. Horf.]

[beknightedheroine]

_{[Okay, yeah, she's officially done eating. Which is probably a good thing, what if Sayaka just narrowly dodged a ninja-chocolate, huh? Gamzee, your disgusting oatmeal party could have just saved her from V-day plots.]}

Um.

_{[If she gets too close she'll probably get oatmeal everywhere, sort of like glitter.]}

Ahaha~. I'm okay over here! I think I might have accidentally found the single comfy chair in the whole cafeteria.

i was busy shut up / cafeteria

[shoosh]

[ seeing gamzee again is like a punch in the face with more feelings karkat doesn't want to admit to feeling and it's both a burden and a relief; he's had a terrible week, kind of needs a feelings jam, but now he has to watch out for a juggalo who sometimes gets a thirst for the kills and that's a big responsibility.

but it's his responsibility and maybe, maybe he's still glad anyway. leader feelings and all.

so he sits across from gamzee, out of the way so he doesn't end up taking an oatmeal bath and pretends he isn't the most relieved troll in the tower. ]

Food goes in your mouth.

hhhhh touches your face

[hystericull]

[Karkat he was very enraptured with the oatmeal and you had to go and break him out of his trance! With a final slop of the cereal on to the table, he startled a bit at the sudden suggestion and blinked up at his new guest.]

Brooooo!

[A slow, delighted expression dawned over his ridiculous face as he reached his arms out to wrap around Karkat's head obnoxiously.]

When'd you all get yourself motherfuckin' here, best friend?

[shoosh]

[ he didn't miss gamzee at all this doesn't make him happy...! i-idiot! he's caught between very strong feelings; on one hand he kind of wants to punch gamzee in the face; on the other he just wants a really big hug. neither of which he will admit to. ]

I sat down like ten seconds ago.

cafeteria~

[ocariness]

[ ... Um. Yeah okay, see, Gamzee, there is this human with pointy ears wearing green and all kinds of stuff (bow, quiver, sword in sheathe, shield, gauntlet gloves) staring.

And staring.

... This kid looks like the Grand Highblood whom they hate. So they just. Are kind of wary, but at the same time this kid is obviously not the same brand of lunatic, right?

So have a person (... are they a boy? Or is it a girl MAN WHAT IS THIS PRETTY ANDROGYNOUS HUMAN TYPE THING'S GENDER???) coming over. And... staring... ]

You... should eat that, or you will be unable to eat anything else here. I know it is not exactly the best, but...

[ Don't play with your food bro. ]

[hystericull]

[He looks up sluggishly from his oatmeal endeavors. Oh, oh there's someone talking to him. And... staring... Okay, that's cool! He didn't mind getting stared at one bit, so he grins at them, showing a large set of sharpened fangs.]

That how that mystical shit works in this joint, motherfucker?

[He just... stares back. Like it's not the most awkward thing in the world. His eyes start to drift around the cafeteria like they didn't have muscles holding them in their proper place.]

[ocariness]

[ Oh Gamzee you special boy. ]

Yes, something to that effect. Otherwise you'll get very sick.

[ Which sucks. ]

... You... are a troll, correct?

[ Link knows this, the face paint is kind of throwing them off though, and honestly it's... less awkward than asking him something like, "HEY ARE YOU A MURDERING DICKHEAD TOO?" ]