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.]

Comments

[hystericull]

[Oh, well... that made sense.]

Oh yeah, hahaha, you got a fuckin' point there, bro! Haven't all run on in to any other dudes that been all motherfuckin' familiar or shit, 'cause like, I guess this place be fuckin' big enough that I got my confusion all on something fierce trying to all get my way on down here...

[Where was he going with this, again?]

Oh, oh, uh... yeah! Place be fuckin' huge as fuck! What them bitches be all crammin' up in this tower to make it so big-like?

[This was the only floor he'd really been to, practically stumbling his way down the entire way.]

[pchaaair]

Well... there are a lot of different floors, like, the forest floor, or the media floor, or the library, or... a lot of those other floors, for the most part. There are some, er, unsettling floors, too, though.

[hystericull]

[His eyes widen at the thought, facepaint exaggerating the gleeful expression crawling across his face as Tavros mentions the different floors.]

Holy motherfuck, you serious!? This place be fuckin' bitchin', Tavbro! All them miracle spaces fuckin' all to be stacked all up on themselves. Where they at? We should all get our investigate on, bro! Be all to kick this motherfucker's arrival off what's to be the best fuckin' way than to get a see all on of some mysterious shit like that?

you know that icon can fit like. every tag you make in some way probably.

[pchaaair]

I wouldn't mind that, since, there seems to be new floors, that didn't use to be here, so, I should go see them anyway, and, we can explore, and hopefully find cool things.

only icon i'm gonna use from now on tbh thank you it's beautiful <3

[hystericull]

[He jumped up from the table, nearly knocking over the bowl of oatmeal as he did so. Not that there was much left in it, anyway.]

Fuuuck yes! Let's go, bro!

[He starts towards the door, then abruptly halts.]

Uhh, I ain't got no fuckin' clue as to be where I'm at goin'.

NP NP it couldn't go uniconed.

[pchaaair]

Well... we can go up, since, going down doesn't really have a lot there. But going up, there are more floors.

[hystericull]

[He nods repeatedly. If you listened close enough, you could probably hear things rattling around in there.]

Sounds fuckin' dope as tits, my wicked motherfucker! Be all to lead the magical way, if you got all to be having a little mystical lightbulb as to what's the floor us motherfuckers should be all gettin' their go on in to.

[pchaaair]

[LEADS THE WAY!! We're going up, bro.]

Uh... the first place, and probably coolest place, is the media floor.

[hystericull]

[He follows after Tavros happily, pattering up the stairs while miraculously avoiding his loose shoelaces that are flopping all around.]

What's that shit all about, motherfucker?

[pchaaair]

There are viewing cubes, and also, movies that we can watch, and other things.

[hystericull]

[Grabbing on to the rail, because he almost tripped over himself now.]

Whoaa, didn't know they all got that shit in this motherfucker!

[A pause.]

Almost all like gettin' our wicked hang on what's back home. Only, like, in crazyass Tower-form. I guess.

[pchaaair]

Yeah, for the most part. There are a lot of movies, from the different universes, so, there's usually something that we can, always watch.

[hystericull]

[Gamzee liked movies. Not exactly for the purpose of following the plot, but the colors and moving pictures were always entertaining. He found that to be a better way to focus on films, because then it didn't matter what genre it happened to be. Every movie had moving shit and bright colors! He smiled.]

We can all be to watching whatever the fuck your pusher be sayin' for us to get our watch on of, bro!

[pchaaair]

Well, that's good to know, then. There's a lot to choose, at least, so, we won't get bored with that.

[hystericull]

Can't never to be getting all fuckin' bored with them motherfuckers, bro. S'long as they keep bein' their flashy, flippy, floaty selves, then I can be all to get my motherfuckin' look on at 'em all day.

[He huffs, lolling his tongue out dramatically.]

How fuckin' far this place all to be, anyway?

[pchaaair]

Uh... it's a long way up from here, so, we have a lot of stairs to climb.

[I hate stairs so much why is this even a thing. Can't we just have an elevator for everywhere.]

[hystericull]

[He groaned, tugging himself up by the railing some more, then abruptly stopping and sheepishly turning to his counterpart.]

Oh, fuck, bro. Uhh... these stairs all being to giving them miracle legs of yours some grief? Need a brother to get his assistance on in the fuckin' form of lugging a little motherfucker up them bitches?

[pchaaair]

[OH NO it's like when Gamzee was last here and tried to piggyback him down the stairs to the kitchen and failed.]

Uh-- no, that's okay. It's not that bad, unless we start falling. It's kind of bad when we start falling.

LOOK AT THEM BOUNCE AROUND

[hystericull]

[Most confused look ever?]

Oh, uh, it is? Did we all get to falling before? Uh... don't much remember the shit what's was to be going down that way.

omg I need to steal this icon because it's so cute

[pchaaair]

Not really. Falling isn't something we've ever done, so, you don't have to worry about that. It's usually not something that is good, when it happens, though.

i had to drop like all the color from it BUT I GOT IT TO WORK YEAH go ahead take it!

[hystericull]

[Whoops he forgot they were on their way somewhere. Now he's kind of hanging out mid-step, resting back to sit on the railing and crossing his arms over his chest lazily. He gives a concerned little frown.]

You bust your motherfucking shit 'round here a lot?

IT'S SO CUTE omg *u* I love itttt

[pchaaair]

I did a couple of times. . . but it's okay now, and, not really anything to worry about.

[hystericull]

[That didn't seem to reassure him, but whatever whatever! He goes back to grinning.]

If you be all to fuckin' saying so, man.

[He starts back up the stairs, slower this time.]

So like, what all you been getting your motherfucking self to be being fuckin' up to while you all been here, huh?

[pchaaair]

[Tavros slows down, just enough to keep pace with Gamzee. It's not like an asteroid is going to strike the tower out of nowhere or something.

Hopefully.]

Uh... well, not a lot, really, aside from exploring, and doing things in the library, or on the media floor, or things like that. And also, hanging out with the humans, is always a fun thing to do.

[hystericull]

[Man, these stairs went on forever. He was almost hoping Tavros would complain so they could take a break. But, if the kid with the sawed-off legs could keep going, so could he. He chuckled happily to himself.]

Sounds to all be what's a lot fuckin' better than kickin' it at the lab for forever, bro. Good to hear you're all to be havin' a fuckin' tits of a time up in here!