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

[pchaaair]

[Nice to know you never change, Gamzee. Until you're sober or something, but details.]

We're in the Tower. And, uh, it's not a nice place, a lot of the time.

[hystericull]

[He paused, considering Tavros' remark. If you squinted, you could ALMOST pretend that he looked deep in thought. Almost.]

Seems pretty fuckin' bitchin' to me so far!

[pchaaair]

[UNSURPRISED. Also, if Gamzee where anyone else he'd ask if he remembered anything about the tower from last time, but. It's Gamzee. Memory isn't one of his strong points, usually.]

I... guess it can be, sometimes.

[hystericull]

[He gestured his arms wide, energetic and grinning a mouth full of teeth.]

Sure it motherfuckin' is, man! It's all like... all like if a brother gets his nap on in one place, and then fuckin' pops them oculars open, but he ain't all at the first place what's he started all getting the zonk out on, but some crazy motherfuckin' place all wrapped up in a bitchtits party tent!

It's like motherfuckin' that, bro.

[pchaaair]

[Wait. Processing. GETTING THROUGH GAMZEE TALK.]

I am not sure if a party tent would be, uh, the best way to describe the situation, Gamzee.

[hystericull]

[He frowns. Tavros y u so blue, little buddy?]

Well why the motherfuck not, bro? A motherfucker get himself at knockin' his horns all up on some wicked uncool shit around here?

[pchaaair]

[NOT BLUE JUST. Really. Untrusting of the place. '-']

Kind of. That's one way, to say it, at least.

[hystericull]

[The tower seemed like a lot of fun, so far! Was it really as suspicious as Tavros was making it out to be? Nahh, no way! It was all miracles and glitter. He'd just have to help him see that a little better!]

Well shit, my brother, that ain't no way to be gettin' at having your wicked outlook all on at this mystical motherfuckin' towertown!

[A smile and a nod!]

Bet there even be some brothers or sisters all motherfuckin' ready to get their horns sassed out and fuckin' served all up on a platter manufactured outta the strictest beats what's to be provided by these two motherfuckers! Feel me, dogg?

[He gives him an encouraging nudge with his elbow, and another grin.]

[pchaaair]

Heheh, do you really think so? I haven't actually, uh, had a chance, to show everyone what proper unhealthy incendiaries are, so, maybe we should definitely do that.

['-' THROWING DOWN RHYMES WITH GAMZEE IS A GOOD THING, AT LEAST. . .]

oh my god i wrote out this tag and then my mouse freaked out and left the page sobs bitterly

[hystericull]

[He hadn't gotten to throw down the sick rhymes with anyone? That did sound like a pretty uncool time, for sure. But that was okay now, Gamzee was here to make sure his bro had a much better time.]

Well ain't that a fuckin' shame, man! You know what that all means, motherfucker? Means we all gotta get our spotted and metal asses at like, gettin' their scout on for some brothers and bitches who be down for some harsh schoolfeeding of the slam variety! Honk!

[He drums his hands on the table in excitement. Slamming with Tavros would be probably the best way to kick off his stay at the Tower.]

oh no I hate it when that happens :(

[pchaaair]

[There's absolutely no way he could possibly have a cooler start to the tower, seriously.]

Let's do this, and show them, what cool really is. This is something that they need to know, and can't possibly not go without, at any point in time.

[hystericull]

[An excited honk, and then fits of laughter.]

Fuuuuuck yeahhhhh, that's what I be gettin' all that noise on about, yo!

[He pauses, happy that Tavros seems in better spirits. Don't feel too good seeing his bro down in the dumps. Felt a lot better to see him like this. .........]

So, besides all not gettin' your harshest of verbal atrocities flyin' through this motherfucker, what's your bad self been up and doin' at here?

[pchaaair]

Uh... not a lot, really, aside from hanging out with people. There are a lot of pretty cool humans, here.

[And avoiding BAD PEOPLE. . .]

[hystericull]

Whoaaa, really? Like, them pinkies you motherfuckers got all at trollin' with?

[pchaaair]

Yeah, those are the ones, but, there are more than just the humans, that we are used to.

[hystericull]

Whoaaa, there's more? Daaamn, pinkies be fuckin' crawlin' all up in this motherfucker! Why they be all so fuckin' many, yo?

[Mouth agape in wonder.]

[pchaaair]

Because, I guess, there are a lot from the planet they come from. A lot of them are actually, mostly cool.

[hystericull]

[Scrunches his face. He'd never met a human before, but if Tavros said they were cool, who the fuck was he to think otherwise?]

Hahaha, okay, bro! I ain't one to be all not believing that shit 'bout them aliens and how motherfuckin' chill they all to be.

[Suddenly realizing.]

...Any of our bros or bitches be here?

[pchaaair]

Yeah, there are a lot. But... uh, some of them aren't, the same ones that we remembered, in that they have different blood colors, and things like that.

[hystericull]

So, like, they be... more... trolls? [But they were the last ones...?] Where the fuck they even come from?

[pchaaair]

Uh... in a way, but, some of them are just us, with different blood colors. And, I guess they came from different universes.

[hystericull]

That be all the trippiest fuckin' shit... [He trails off, trying to comprehend this. Then... squinting at Tavros.] ...You still be all the same motherfucker I know, right?

[pchaaair]

Yeah, I am. I am pretty sure that I am, at least, since you are the same Gamzee I know, and, not another one.

[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.