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towerofanimus2012-02-14 11:37 pm
hystericull) wrote in towerofanimus2012-02-14 11:37 pm
001 ♑ [first honk]
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.]
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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[And true to what he's said, he bends into his trunk and pulls his bow and an arrow out, pulling the string back to show him what they both look like - and lighting the arrow ablaze with his magic.]
Fire arrows are good for really hard enemies or for lighting stuff on fire that's far away, like curtains!
[And the fire dims out, only to be replaced by a hunk of sparkling ice.]
And ice arrows make enemies freeze in one spot! Then I just have to hit them until they're dead. It's really neat!
[He lets the ice melt and pauses for dramatic effect, before lighting up his arrow one last time, the beams coming from the tip seeming almost holy in a way.]
Light arrows. They're very, very strong, and I can defeat almost anything with just one!
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Even your arrows got fuckin' miracles all inside them, bro! One of them motherfuckers back home got a thing for this kinda stuff. Bet he'd get his motherfuckin' perspiration on somethin' goddamn fierce if he all got a look on these magic sticks of yours!
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[He's just better with his sword, which is being lent out to a swordless Link...
Lil' Link carefully puts the bow and arrow back into the trunk, to pull out the final super awesome thing in his possession: the Wind Waker. The baton starts to sparkle and light at the tip once he holds it, and he waves it around a little to show Gamzee.]
This is the best thing I own; my Wind Waker! It's a baton I use to conduct the wind and stuff, like a maestro!
[He wouldn't know that word without Makar, of course.]
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Shit, that is all what I be all getting my noise on about! ...Though that crazy baton looks to be all motherfuckin' too tiny to be gettin' a sweet fuckin' throw all on in the air, my man.
[You'll have to excuse him as he mistakes your conductor's baton for a twirling baton.]
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No, it's not that kind of baton. I use it to conduct stuff!
Like this --
[He waves it a bit, conducting in 3/4 time (complete with a quiet "1, 2, 3" under his breath).]
Conductors do it so musicians know how fast to play!
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Ooooh, so a brother know when he can all up and start droppin' them motherfuckin' wicked slams!? You be gettin' to have some noise you gotta hash out with a brother, Linkbro? Gonna get that noise motherfuckin' flowin' so fast like you shook that Faygo bottle up and now its pouring all down your motherfuckin' hand!?
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... What's "Faygo"?
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...Motherfuckin' Faygo, bro! Most wicked of a brother's elixirs! Fizzy shit that all snaps that pan straight up at a locked-in, laid-out, motherfuckin' dope zone, my mystical motherfucker!
[Come on, bro, tell me you've heard of it!?]
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[He thinks for a second though, before pulling a bottle out of his trunk.]
I've got my Grandm's Elixir soup?
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Shit, this motherfucker ain't never seen an elixir such to be that color! What's it all be tastin' like?
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Do you want to try it? I've got a lot.
[This is just bottle two of three, and each has two servings!! And it never goes bad!!!]
My Grandma made it for me, it's really healthy for you and tastes really great!
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Fuckin' yeah, motherfucker! Bottoms the fuck up! Honk!
[He took the bottle of soup from Link, sniffing it at first with his big clown nose like some sort of Faygo connoisseur before tipping his head back and swallowing both servings in one go. Did you even taste that, Gamzee? He's got it all over his face, now.]
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Did... did you like it?
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Shit, motherfucker, that make my nutrition sack be all at havin' the most warm and soupy of feelings! Ain't no motherfucker ever gonna get his eating better than what's a bottle of that wicked stew after gettin' his fuckin' munch on of the oaty mess they be dollin' the motherfuck out downstairs!
[What.]
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But that's why I'm glad I have a lot of my Grandma's soup!
[Pause.]
Uh... had a lot of my Grandma's soup.
[He only has a bottle left. 8(]
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[An eager grin, opening his arms wide to indicate endless fields of hallucinogenic pie.]
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[Oh... pie sounds really good actually!! He's only had a couple tastes of it before, because ingredients for desserts like that are hard to come by on the Great Sea, but if Gamzee has a lot of it, then pie it is!!!]
What kind of pie is it? Is it good?
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[He puts a finger to his lip thoughtfully.]
Ah well, shit don't matter none 'cause the miracle trunk all got them bitches packed nice just like a brother's sylladex! Only without all them pretty colors.
[It's Link's turn to hear some Words That Don't Make Any Sense!]
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Blink blink.]
Well, if it's made of miracles, then it has to be good!
[Yeah, that's all he got out of that.]
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[He bounces excitedly, grabbing Link by the hand and running out of the room, down the hallway, around and around until he finally stops for a second.]
Uhhhhhhhhh..............
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WHOAH. CALM YO TITS BRO, HE HAS TINY LEGS AND CAN HARDLY KEEP UP.
But he gives Gamzee a confused face when they stop; a little tired and dizzy from being dragged around by his wrist.]
What's... what's the matter?
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Uhhh... I don't all... remember where my motherfuckin' room all went up and got at.
[Headscritch with the other hand.]
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We can always look and see which has yours?
[Wow, your... memory is worse than his, Gamzeebro.]
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Whoaa, they do?
[Looking at a door now. Sure enough, there's names on it!]
Uhh... this one doesn't have my name on it... I think... Maybe.
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[He's too short to read the signs.]
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he's still on his shoulders hrhgghreegrgh dies of cute
yes they are such cuties aaaaaa
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GAMZEE NO LINK NO also i blame my friend for this tag
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implying gamzee smells link r u d e
oh man this is beautiful
wow did i use the word "sudden" enough in that last post y'think
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