420 ♑ [four-hundred twentieth honk]

[hystericull]

Characters: Gamzee and YOU!
Setting: Floors 11 and 22, but he's wandering, so anywhere!
Format: Action is preferred but I'll match.
Summary: OH LOOK AT THE DATE TODAY GUESS WHO'S HAVING A BIG OL' CELEBRATION!? Of course, he knows not why the date is so relevant, but Gamzee has always been fond of those three little numbers. There is pie, and lots of it and whoever happens to interact with him is getting their celebratory zone on, no ifs, ands, or buts.
Warning: STONED CLOWNS AND STONED ANYONE WHO COMES NEAR HIM! And if you don't want your character high as a kite and seeing the most pimpest of motherfucking miracles, that's okay, too. I GUESS!!! Also, Gamzee's vulgar language always.






Floor Eleven

[The wall-less, lake-filled rainbow room. Why had Gamzee not found this floor sooner!? It was abso-fucking-lutely the dopest motherfucking place for any brother to up and all get his chill on. The magnificence of nature at its finest was slightly flawed by the numerous pie tins scattered around this sprawled-out troll. Their neon-green substance varied in completion; some entirely consumed, others half-full (never half-empty!), and other still untouched. Soon enough.

It was hard to tell if Gamzee was sleeping or not. His eyes were open, if only just, staring blithely up at the numerous rainbows crossing over what would be the ceiling of this room (if it had a ceiling), a stupid smile plastered all over his painted face. There were probably copious amounts of drool, as well, but who would dare look close enough to find out?

At some point, sometime, he'd made a flower crown for himself. It hung carelessly from one horn, tumbling over the grass underneath him as he lay down near the lake's edge. This was beautiful. Life was beautiful and perfect and this Tower was full of miracles. All of the people he met were miracles, this floor was a miracle, the oneness of everything in the tower was a miracle. It was all so apparent, now that he'd taken the time out to properly slam a few pies.

He sighed absently, fondly, tipping his head back slightly to marvel at more of the rainbows stretching out above him and lifting slow fingerfuls of slime from the tin of his stomach to his lips. Sometimes he got it in his mouth, sometimes not. That's all right. Things just happened the way they were all meant to happen, no motherfucking sweat about none of that shit.]

Floor Twenty-Two

[If you happen to run into Gamzee in the art gallery, you'll grow very tired of observing him. He seems to be rooted in front of a painting, slopping slime everywhere as he eats it, focused on the subtle intricacies and hidden meanings in each piece that captures his attention. Which happens to be quite a few of them.

The colors in this one, man. The colors. And the swirls. How do they even do that?

His disgusting teeth and gums are clearly visible as he gawks, droopy-eyed and slack-jawed in front of each work of art, not even moving his head when he takes another swallow of pie.]

Anywhere Else

[Got a better idea? Gamzee's meandering around in a sopor stupor all day. Wherever your character happens to be, he's likely to run in to them, pie in hand. Faygo will probably be provided, but don't expect it to come without a price! Just leave your desired setting in the subject line and I'll happily follow suit.]

Comments

11!

[cantstopme]

[... Siiiiigh. Big, messy troll. Gamzee, you remind a little kid of a little kid that's kind of a bad thing.

But don't worry bro, Link's got you - and by that I mean he's sitting cross legged by Gamzee's head, reaching out with a hanky to clean up his face a bit. And trying to not mess up his paint, either. Trying.]

Gamzee, you're really good at getting messy, huh?

[PIE, EVERYWHERE.............
Link kind of feels like a little big brother right now.]

[hystericull]

[If it hadn't been for the handkerchief suddenly obstructing his vision, he wouldn't have even noticed Link plop down between his horns for another good hour. But suddenly there was this cloth on his face, dabbing at his cheeks and mouth and it felt so soft and funny that he began to laugh. Not his usual boisterous, honking laugh, but a more subdued version, soft chuckles through a wiiide grin.

Gamzee let the floating hanky clean him up a bit before realizing there was a Linkbro attached to it. Whoaaa, he was like, there. Fucking crazy ass shit is what that was. Instead of answering Link's question (it didn't even register on his face, so it was kind of hard to tell if he'd even understood it), Gamzee just opened his mouth like a dope, staring up at the little guy like he'd never seen anything like him before.]

You all come here with the motherfucking soft dude on my face?

[His head bobbed to the side for a second, distracted by the tickling of his stupid flower crown on his ear.]

[cantstopme]

Heheh; of course, Gamzee! You're all messy again...

[Gosh, you're so silly, Gamzeebro.]

Did you know you have flowers in your hair?

EVERYWHERE 1/2

[terrificmachoemperor]

[Kanji walked in.]

2/2

[terrificmachoemperor]

[....

Kanji walked out.]

11

[firststep]

[...What is your thoughts Gamzee wow. It's not a bad thing, strictly speaking, since Yori finds those thoughts entertaining to listen to but wow all these miracles!

He's kind of just watching Gamzee eat pie.]

[hystericull]

[Oh my god Yori please get out of his head that is a place you Never Want To Go. You're lucky anything extremely horrifying is blanketed by a thick, thick layer of sopor, even moreso than usual. Anything you're gonna hear without making a point to delve deeper is going to be incoherent babbling, probably long periods of dead silence, and miracles everywhere.

And Gamzee is not going to notice Yori for the life of him, humming open-mouthed notes to a nonsensical tune and carding his bony fingers idly through the grass.]

11

[purrsouna]

[Elly had, for the past few days, wandered about in the tower whenever she can. Eventually she would be in the colorful room, and was rather taken aback from the slime and pie tins loitering around but think nothing about it.

Curiously, she walked around the room until she saw the high Alternian lying down.]

Hello, excuse me, did you made this mess?

[hystericull]

[The high Alternian was too busy rolling lazily in the grass to even notice he was being approached. When Elly had finally spoken, it jarred him out of pleasant musings of how far the rainbows would go if the spray from the waterfall was able to reach all the way across the room.

Eventually, he rolled in her direction, glancing up at her with one... one... aaand then two eyes, propping himself up on his elbows and kicking his feet absently.]

Heyyyyy, pinky girly.

[Whoops, he wasn't supposed to call them "pinkies", was he? Oh well.]

If you're all to be meaning the wicked greenest of motherfucking grasses to the tips and fuckin' glowy ends of every fuckin' colorband then a brother ain't gonna be all fuckin' at the slightest bit able to crediting himself on that. Them be the most natural of fuckin' Tower miracles if he ever was to see one, they fuckin' be.

...But the pie's mine.

11

[caliginous]

Are you eating sopor? Really?

[Karkat's voice will promptly crack through the veil of bliss and calm as the cerulean chooses to lean over Gamzee, squinting with his normal eye and judging with his seven-pupiled monstrosity.His lip curls a little, and he has half a mind to take a step back to keep any of the crap from getting on his shoes.]

Dude, didn't your lusus ever tell you not to eat the sopor?

[hystericull]

[And what an exciting voice it was to hear! That aggravated tone did crack through the haze of wonderment happily shrouding Gamzee's pan, but easily slid off as soon as the words hit him (which was quite a while after they'd been spoken, to be sure.) Those sleepy eyes twitched open in quiet surprise, grin cracking all over his face as he lolled his head back to catch sight of--

Oh, motherfuck, it was the other one.]

Whoaaa, if it ain't all the motherfuckin' flippy-floppy best friend.

[It was disheartening to first realize it wasn't his Karkat, but Gamzee still got a kick out of this crazy blue motherfucker, so he was glad to have him around regardless. He honked out a few chuckles as the question he'd originally been asked finally settled in.]

Naw, can't say all he ever was to be kickin' the harshities in such a motherfucking way. Got plenty here if a brother wants to get his join on of a motherfucker!

[He was still grinning up at Karkat, lifting the pie tin off of his stomach a little and wiggling it to back up his offer.]

22

[touchofgenius]

[Birkin was no art critic by any stretch of the imagination, but he figured it would be a decent enough way to spend his day.

And then he saw him, that god-awful troll who nearly killed him with a juggling club. Of all the things to go wrong with his day...

Of course, fear overrides common sense for long enough for Birkin to let out a horrified shriek and fall on his ass.] Holy shit don't kill me!

[hystericull]

[Did the painting just yell at him.]

[......................]

[Waiiiiit.]

[Whoaaaa, there was a guy on the floor. Why the fuck was he there that was a weird place for someone to be.]

[After a few more strings of equally enthralling thought processes, Gamzee's lips parted in a smile, emphasized by the absurd clown makeup all over his face, and by the slime dripping down his chin.]

...Who you all gettin' your motherfucking address on at, motherfucker?

[There wasn't... anyone else here...]

[cracks knuckles] let's do this thing

[fallen_stage]

[Knowing that he was trapped in an immense tower, Kuja was at first afraid he would have to endure being cooped up for the foreseeable future. While the natural beauty of the eleventh floor was still technically inside the tower, the illusion of the outdoors was as convincing as it was refreshing. Kuja never had too much trouble playing along with a falsehood when it was pleasanter than the harsh truth.

What he wasn't prepared for was this youth and his orbit of litter and nauseatingly bright green quiches.]

A simple meal, don't you think?

ORBIT OF LITTER HGSJKRHJASD

[hystericull]

[Gamzee was fairly certain he'd seen this person before. Pinky with the white hair. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh God, where had he met him. Did he even meet him before?

Maybe it was a dream. Who really knew, even? Who really even wanted to spend time dwelling on that when there were more vexing things to get a motherfucker's ponder all on of?

Gamzee sat up, slowly, setting the pie on the ground next to him and staring at Kuja like the biggest dumbass who ever lived.]

What it all be lookin' on at the motherfuckin' outside ain't no fuckin' good like, indication of all them miracles this bitch be chock motherfucking full of, you fuckin' feel me, dog?

[He smiled a big, toothy smile, gesturing with his hands as he spoke and bobbing his head from side to side.]

Twenty-Two oh boy

[morituramfides]

[So there's this mess of lime green slime on the floor, and this weird....thing with horns and staring at some painting or some bullshit. Against his better judgment, Jin walks up and scrutinizes.]

The hell...? [Waving his hand in front of his faaace]

[hystericull]

[Amazingly (or not), the hand-waving does nothing to elicit a response. Right away, at least. Eventually, Gamzee comes around, turning slowly towards his sudden guest and offering a sleepy smile.]

The fuck is uuuup, little brother?

Floor 38 (because I'm a rebel)

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Richtofen hadn't been intending to stop off at the lounge, but the sight of one of those gray-skinned people - trolls, he'd heard them called - makes him give pause. What on earth is that thing eating? Some sort of green slime, it looks like, in a... pie tin?

A pie tin to go along with the ridiculous clowny face paint this particular troll was wearing. How quaint.

He cautiously approaches the pie-eating... thing.]

Excuse me? [He's using his false sweet voice again.] Hello, friend? Would you mind telling me what it is that you're eating?

[He hasn't yet seen any of the other trolls eating a pie like that, nor is it served in the cafeteria. Quite naturally, he's curious.]

FUQ DA POLICE STICK IT TO THE MAN LOOK AT THIS SETTING REBELLION

[hystericull]

[Gamzee was curled up on a beanbag like a stupid cat, dripping sopor everywhere and shifting around solely for the fact that the beans changed the feeling of the cushion every time he did so. It was fucking crazy, man.

Ever steeped in naivete, Richtofen's friendly tone of voice elicited a rather genuine smile from the troll, lifting his head to meet the man's gaze.]

Pieeee, motherfucker! What it all look like?

I was waiting to find out some plot stuff BUT HERE I AM

[myblueskies]

[Romeo liked floor eleven though he made sure never to go there at night. When he entered though he thought that Gamzee was injured. A closer look showed that he wasn't though. He was all messy though and it looked like he had eaten a lot of the pie he liked.] Gamzee you're all messy, you better get cleaned up or mister Ghirahim will make you get a shower again!

[hystericull]

[Oh, that was a familiar voice. Who did it belong to, again?

It was so familiar.

.................................................

Oh, that was a familiar voice.

Oh, there's someone here.]

[Gamzee's eyes slid effortlessly to Romeo, sickeningly droopy and unfocused.]

Blockbrooooo, how you all even get the motherfuck here, yo?

11; LOOK AT THIS SUPER LATENESS?? can we just assumed what happened happened for now

[orphans]

[so will i do the thing with run on sentences and excessive, commas, and putting them in places where, they clearly don't belong, this is a good question, anyway if gamzee will stop spacing out for five fucking seconds he'll find someone else looking down on him, the apparently incessant sneer already in place, sword jabbed into the ground as he leans upon its hilt, clearly unamused.

if he didn't have a stomach of steel, he'd probably have vomited all over him by now, as the site literally makes his digestive sac churn, there are also things different about his appearance, not that gamzee would probably notice such a thing, ever. there is little holding him back now from taking more.. affirmative action.]

Y U P

[hystericull]

[Ohhhhhh, look, it was the motherfucker from the computer video box the other day. And now he was not just on the camera, but actually here in real life. If this really was real life. A brother's got to wonder about such motherfucking things when you get in a game you thought was a game but was really real but then almost lost that game but then got kidnapped to a magic Tower full of miracles and rainbows and waterfalls.

Life was so motherfucking mysterious.

Oh right, there was someone here.]

Welcome to the miracle flooooooor, angry big fishbro dude.

11

[chronomancer]

[Eridan approaches the devastation zone slowly, quietly. He stops by Gamzee's head, peering down at him curiously.]

Oi, Gam.

[A foot reached out to poke the crazy juggalo.]

Still alive here?

[Because that's a lot of pie, man. What the hell.]

[hystericull]

[It's a good thing Eridan used his foot, because otherwise Gamzee would have been too zonked out to notice him.]

Whuuuuuuuuuh...?

[A really flattering response, to be sure. He lifted his head to the source of the prodding, studying Eridan's shoe for a while before realizing it was connected to jeans which were connected to a jacket which was connected to a person he knew.]

Uhhh... think so...

[Class act.]