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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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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 lifts him up under the armpits and throws him into the air haphazardly, maneuvering his horns and head around so Link would land on his shoulders. IT'S OKAY LINK HE'S A PROFESSIONAL TRUST HIM......]
That better?
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...M-mhm. I can read the signs now, at least.
... Oh! Uh... you never told me your name, you know.
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Ohhhhhh damn, sorry, Linkbro.
Name's Gamzee. Uh, Makara. But you can just call me Gamzee... 'cause what's a brother need with two names anyhow?
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... Or actually since that's not working, Gamzee gets his hat for a bit so Link can see over his hair.]
Alright, Gamzee! That's really neat - I have a friend named Makar and a new friend named Makara!
[He's easily amused, ok.]
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Whoaa, that be mighty fuckin' confusing for a motherfucker! You can be all to call me somethin' else if you wanna. This almost-same-name brother in the magic tower with us, now?
[He starts wandering aimlessly, pausing at each door to check the names on the plaques.]
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[He pauses at the second question, and shakes his head.]
Nuh-uh. None of my friends from home are here.
[It's sad, but true; the little Wind Waker doesn't even have his pirate princess to boss him around.]
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Aww, shit, little brother. That's a fuckin' shame, for real! S'ok now, though, 'cause we be bros, and we gonna all have like, the most bitchtits time what's this motherfuckin' towerland ain't ever got its see on of!
[Fangy grin! Which probably looks terrifying upside-down.]
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Yeah! We're, um... We're gonna have a fuckin' good time here!
[He's gonna hold onto the other's horns then, grinning still all happy like.]
Even if this tower's kind of scary, I've seen lots scarier, so we can make the best out of it!
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Don't seem so much motherfuckin' scary to me, so far!
[Oh hey, there's a door here, what's it say?
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- Gamzee Makara
- Romeo
- Ghirahim
...Oh!]
Heyyyyy! Hey, that's me!!
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Mhm - this is your room, then! We can go in and you can show me all of your neat stuff, like I did!
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[Opening the door reveals a tiny room. Four beds are packed neatly inside; three of them obviously owned, while a fourth remains impeccably clean and made-up. Gamzee's is the one with the overturned trunk. Juggling clubs, Faygo, glitter, and tins of pie litter the general vicinity of his bed, and some had managed to land on the bed itself. The two letters he had received were on the floor, along with the white jumpsuit he'd awoken in.]
Oh, motherfuck! I remember this place!
[Well, let's hope. He was only there about an hour ago.]
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I'd hope so - this is your room, Gamzee!
Is that your stuff over there?
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A motherfucker got not as much shit in his magical mystery box! Uhh...
[He reaches down, picking up several juggling clubs from the floor.]
These little dudes be a brother's clubs! Use 'em for strife, sometimes. Shit gets all motherfuckin' harsh in places; gotta have your preparation goin', you know? Got my bonk on a lot during the game what's at them imp bros. But then we like, got all our shit sorted, so I ain't gotta be whackin' them what's fuckin' much after that.
...Mostly they be for jugglin', though.
[He demonstrates by flipping them high into the air, one after another. For being so ridiculous and inattentive, he's actually pretty great at it. Probably one of the only things he can actually do well. He keeps them all going while he continues to speak.]
You ever get your juggle on, Linkbro?
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[He watches from the troll's shoulders, amazed.]
Is it hard to do?
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[The rhythm is so natural to him, he just keeps going while looking at the other things on the floor. What to explain next? It's kind of a bummer that he didn't have as much stuff as Link, but that was okay! He'd make due. He bent over to snatch up a small pouch, catching each club in between the fingers of one hand as he reached for the bag with the other.]
Ohhh, shit! Didn't see this the first time through! My fuckin' stardust! Wanna see?
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[He's never seen stardust before!!]
he's still on his shoulders hrhgghreegrgh dies of cute
Helps a motherfucker get his wicked prayer all on! Like this...
[He reaches in the bag, pulling out a fistful of what appears to be ordinary glitter. BUT NO IT WAS ~*~SPECIAL STARDUST~*~!!! There was a beat of silence as he said a quick, silent prayer, and then GLITTER EVERYWHERE!!!!!! It puffed up and swirled around in the air, sticking to everything it landed on. Gamzee just laughed excitedly.]
yes they are such cuties aaaaaa
It's everywhere! And it's supposed to help your prayers?
[That's said with amazement of course - so cool!!!]
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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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