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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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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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Fuuuck yeah it does! Gets them spiritual sauces all to be flowin' in their right motherfuckin' directions and shit.
[He'd wanted to go into more detail about things, but his pan - and stomach, for that matter - were demanding a pie so hungrily now that they were back in sight. He lifted a tin of a florescent, pudding-like substance off of the floor, eyeing it intensely.]
You all ready to kick straight into one of these wicked motherfuckers, my li'l bro?
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[He's standing on Gamzee's shoulders now, looking over the troll's head at the pie, and making a bit of a face.]
It's so... goopy looking. I've never seen a pie look so goopy!
Are you sure it's not pudding? And it's kinda glowing...
[It looks kind of like a magic potion, ew. Potions are gross.]
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[He lifted Link off of his shoulders to sit him down next to him on the bed. Holding the tin between them, he scooped out a generous helping with his fingers, lifting it to his mouth and sucking it down like air. His eyes closed for a moment as he re-oriented himself, and when they opened again, a contented smile spread across his face. He turned his head to Link, sluggish and happy as all hell.]
Your turn, motherfucker.
GAMZEE NO LINK NO also i blame my friend for this tag
Link lifts up a little fingerful of it and tastes it, a little surprised when it wasn't too bad. The glow must not be a warning sign, then.
Might as well show Gamzee the same politeness he had before, and take a big taste, right?
After a moment or so, Link's eyes go groggy looking, not used to having toxins like this in his little bitty system, and he sways a bit... only to fall off the bed, face first.
He's okay though! See; he's gonna roll over and blink at the other sluggishly, not really understanding what the hell is going on.]
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Bro... bro... ahahahahaha, you okay, bro?
[He keeps laughing, he can't help it. Bending forward a little bit to offer the kid a hand back up on to the bed.]
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[He reaches for Gamzee's hand, missing initially but grabbing it and getting back on the bed; but lays on his back, blinking a bit.
He has no clue what's going on, and frankly, he probably doesn't care right now.]
I think I'm okay.
I feel... funny.
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Yeahhhhh, it's all cool though, little man... That just be like, the motherfuckin' sweetest of sensations... how you know the miracles be flowin' through you an' shit... it's allll cool...
[He repeated, struggling to focus enough now to lift the last few scoopfuls of pie into his mouth. He could tell Link didn't want or need any more, but he still felt kind of guilty for finishing the rest without offering him another bite.
The room was obliterated now, a slight approximation of blobs and shapes that could possibly be interpreted as a dorm in some crazy universe. It seemed like they were on a globe that someone had started to turn all around, and that was pretty cool. Everything was pretty cool. He lay down diagonally to rest his head near Link's and stare at his funny pink blotch for a face.]
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So he'll just... reach his little hands out to touch the troll's face, to make sure it is Gamzee, and give the other a dopey grin when he realizes, yep, this funny looking thing sure is Gamzee.]
implying gamzee smells link r u d e
Still laughing, Gamzee is going to take Link's hands and wipe them against the kid's face. LOOK NOW YOUR FACE IS WHITE, TOO. He takes a swipe under his own eye to get some gray on his finger and then slides that across his lips.]
Bitchin', motherfucker! Hahahaha!
oh man this is beautiful
Oh but it's not. So his arms are just gonna land at his side then, okay.]
I didn't... I didn't know you were wearing paint, Gamzee!
[He just thought that was your face!!]
wow did i use the word "sudden" enough in that last post y'think
Ain't never go without it, li'l bro! Feels strange as a motherfucker to all not be havin' this shit on here, for fuckin' sure. So you could all get it up in your pan that this be what's my actual mug be like, if that's a thing that you'd be fuckin' wanting to get at thinkin'.
[Although his face was a mess, now. He'd have to fix it sooner or later. He didn't care a bit about that right now, though!]
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[Gamzee's honking is making Link laugh too, and he can't stop, either. It's just too funny!
He's starting to get weirdly sleepy though. :c]
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Don't get your worry on, motherfucker, I got you.
[He rolled and bobbed off of the bed, humming lazy and happily, going around the room and... tidying up!?!?!? Okay that was never a concern of his what was he really doing?
Well, he was gathering all of the horns that had fallen out of his trunk, and making them into a little pile next to the bed. There wasn't enough room in the trunk to fit all of his horns, so the pile would be too small for him, but the perfect size for his little buddy!
He lifted Link up and dropped him into the pile with a serenade of honks. There you go, motherfucker! Nice and comfy.]
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It's not really that comfortable, but hell if he notices.
So don't mind if he just... casually passes out on top of it as he watches the room swirl. Today is a weird day but he's not getting his worry on about that at all.]
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