pull out the second cord

[thereisnopie]

Characters: Gamzee (AU3) and OPEN
Setting: the indoor forest
Format: any
Summary: i'm tired of this motherfucking troll in my motherfucking woods Gamzee tries to cook food.
Warnings: motherfuckin' language

He could do this whole survival thing. It was easy as pie.

Or maybe it should just be said that pie was easy. Hunting and skinning your own animal? Not so much.

Gamzee wanted to consider himself a fairly competent human, though. He'd caught the animal - that was the most important part of the process down. He'd built the campfire too, at least in that he'd cleared out a pit, put some rocks around it, and dumped a bunch of twigs inside. Unfortunately, he'd forgotten to try and steal some matches from somewhere first, so he was left with the difficult task of getting a fire started without them.

What did you do now? Smack some rocks? Rub some sticks together, right?

The rabbit lay unskinned, as he didn't want to mess with that until the fire was ready just in case that would make it all nasty. ...Though at the rate this was happening, it might go bad anyway. Perhaps he should just give up and start searching for a microwave.

Comments

[papshooshing]

Are you really trying to set the place ablaze with sticks and rocks?

[ sure is a Karkat, poking his head through some stray branches. he had said he would get out more and he had meant it. just... hadn't expected on bumping into Gamzee, or the human one, out here.

not that it is surprising really. ]

[thereisnopie]

[Gamzee looks up at the voice and smiles at its owner automatically.]

Not all of everything, bro. Just this bit of fuckin' twigs here.

[Pause...]

That is my best of bros in there now, ain't it?

[papshooshing]

In there -

[ oh. OH SHADOW TIMES. Karkat snorts and BEGRUDGINGLY takes a seat. ]

That shit's over with. I'm as much me as I'll ever be, I guess.

[thereisnopie]

[He'd meant the bodyswapping, but who cared about details? As long as Karkat is himself now, that's all that matters.]

Glad to be hearing that. This place ain't all so great on the motherfuckin' sanity.

[He says as he continues to vigorously rub sticks together over his fire pit.]

[papshooshing]

[ and Karkat's not about to talk about what being in a vampire girl's body is like. creepy, bro. that's all there is to say about that. ]

I know. Fuck, I've had civil conversations with Dave goddamn Strider. Do you know how messed up that is?

[ yeah. Karkat's not really sure how that all happened either. but he stares at Gamzee. rubbing sticks together. ]

You're never going to get it going like that.

[thereisnopie]

[The boy gives a little honk at that, then wrinkles his nose as it still sounds wrong.

Sigh.]

Yeah, I figure. Didn't all bring nothin' to help with cookin' this hopbeast.

[papshooshing]

So... What are you doing out here catching this stuff anyway?

[ explain this to him. he doesn't get it. ]

[wrigurun]

Wriggle had been drifting around the area searching for mushrooms and berries she could eat. Living nearly her whole life in the forest, she'd gotten a good idea of what was edible and what was not. It always proved especially useful when she didn't have the money to buy things at the store.

As she spied Gamzee she watched from a distance in curiosity. Gamzee was one of those people she couldn't be sure of, the switch between easygoing and terrifying seemed too great. Yet, there was something different about him lately and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Was it the claw marks? Although considering the monsters you found here it seemed like it was inevitable.

It was only when she saw the rabbit that she felt a pang of worry. Here he was, mithering away in the forest with the creature laid still besides him.
"Is it sick?" Wriggle chirped up, still keeping enough distance that she could run away or fight if need be.

[thereisnopie]

The boy had an answer all ready until he looked up to see who the speaker actually was. He remembered this one from their fight against that off-colored Equius. Rather than give the probably more traumatizing answer right away, he gives a nod toward the fire pit in front of him.

"Hey, I remember you, little sis. You got any sort of sparkly magic biz within you what you could use for getting my fire up and lit? Ain't all workin' out so well for me." The sticks were definitely a lost cause, no matter how much he tried. He didn't even know if he'd been doing it right in the first place. Stupid twigs.

[wrigurun]

It didn't seem like he was going to be much of a threat this time and Wriggle wandered a little closer, still clearly uncertain. She gave a small nod at the request.
"I think so... um..."

She quickly busied herself, gathering sticks together in a small pile to add to what Gamzee had already laid out. Stepping back she held out a palm to the kindling, not entirely sure if it would work.
"You might want to stand back a bit," Wriggle instructed, a little more confident sounding now. A stream of bright, yellow bullets shot out, the impact splintering the wood she'd collected.

Smoldering? Yes.

On fire? ... Eh.

All Wriggle had succeeded in creating was a bit of a mess.

[thereisnopie]

Gamzee stared at the mess for a bit, scratching his head and frowning. "Aight. Aight, that's seems to be a resounding chorus of motherfuckin' NOs. So we'll just forget about it."

For then, anyway. He still wanted to cook the damn rabbit.

"Don't suppose you got any other sort of means for fire makin' on you?" He highly doubted it. He just wasn't that lucky.

[wrigurun]

Feeling sheepish from the frankly ineffective blast she just shook her head. Fire was something a little bit beyond her, normally when she foraged for her own food it was items that could be eaten raw. Wriggle didn't have any problems with eating meat, it was just far easier to feed on other things.

"If you have a match, that'll probably work," she chimed in. Sound advice indeed but not the kind he was looking for.

[thereisnopie]

"If I had a match, little sparkle sis, I wouldn't be all askin' you to light my fire up, would I?" That was sort of a given by now. Next time he planned on heading into the woods he was going to make sure he had some matches with him. After all, he shouldn't have any trouble remembering that now.

He went about putting the pit back in order again, not that there was much to mess with in the first place.

[knightime]

"I'm pretty sure that the kitchen is actually still usable. Just empty." Dave just kind of slouched with his hands in his pockets as he wandered through the forest. He'd run into Gamzee eventually. But this one didn't have candycorn horns or grey skin.

...Okay. That's new. He can dig.

"Unless it's unsafe there too. I mean, it wouldn't be a surprise, but usually we're allowed to use the facilities to cook even if there's nothing since Jason hates us with a burning passion." Dave doesn't also really keep up with what happens there because he can't really cook to save his life.

[thereisnopie]

"Figured I'd do the whole thing while I was hunting, you know? Get the whole motherfuckin' experience." Who went out and killed a hopbeast just to bring it back to the kitchen?

...Oh wait, he'd done that sort of thing all the time in the program, hadn't he? What a crappy upbringing.

He hardly even acknowledges that it's Dave, still focused on the pit in front of him. "Don't you try and talk me on out of my fuckin' dinner now. You can catch your own."

[knightime]

Some of the people here. He's seen it happen, actually. One of the Purse owners or something. So, he can say this is a legitimate option.

"I didn't come here to steal your food, holy shit. I was just around. It's a free tower and I can take a walk in the forest if I want too. This seems like a shitty experience, by the way."

[thereisnopie]

"Fuck you, it's as good an experience as mother fucking anything." Which was a weak comeback, considering 'anything' included plenty of bad experiences as well.

"At least I got my try on something fierce."

He'd been at it with these sticks a good while, dammit. He could say he'd tried, if nothing else.

[knightime]

"Because this place is a ray of sunshine for good experiences. You got me convinced."

No you don't. He hates this place so much.

"I guess. But I don't think your sticks are interested in bursting into flames."

[thereisnopie]

"Throw some more sick burns at them and might be they'll light all the motherfuck up."

This is muttered almost under his breath as he continues to spin a stick between his palms.

[warriorscribe]

How on earth had he even managed to catch one of those many-toothed animals? Enoch knew Gamzee was more skilled than he looked, but that was something new.

Hm...he seemed to be having a bit of trouble making a fire. Well, a dead animal won't disable his powers, right? So he steps off the staircase to approach his young roommate.

"Would you like some help?"

[thereisnopie]

Oh hey, it's the roomie. Not that Gamzee spends much time in his room, but this one is at least a familiar face from prior meetings.

He looks up, though the offer doesn't exactly make his face light up or anything - not after previous such attempts at help. Still, it probably can't hurt. So he nods, motioning the man over.

"If you're willing to mother fuckin' give it."

[warriorscribe]

"You sound frustrated with 'help'," Enoch observes, bending down to inspect the rocks around the fire. One after the other, he picks them up and looks at their shape and color. One might think he's looking for flint, and had he not had an energy weapon, they'd be right...

[thereisnopie]

"Ain't got no fire yet, have I?" He grumbles, watching curiously as the blond messes with the rocks around his fire pit. If he knew a bit more about making fires without matches, he might have guessed the reasoning, but as it was he just figured it was some weird habit from wherever the guy was from.

[warriorscribe]

Enoch finds what he's looking for - a large rock with a flat side, large enough for him to hold steady with his fingertips. He sets it at his feet a moment while he gets his Arch out, the hum of energy activating breaking the silence a moment as he opened it. Shifting his grip to the middle of the weapon, he bent down for the rock again and held it over the kindling, using his weapon as flint to strike carefully against it, generating sparks that fell into the wood.

"Blow gently on the sparks until you can clearly see a fire," he told Gamzee.

Sure, it's kind of cheating. But he'll tell Gamzee what flint looks like once he has a fire going. That makes up for...most people not having something like this, right?

[thereisnopie]

Gamzee isn't so good with doing things 'gently', but he'll give it a shot. He bends down quickly, cupping his hands around the embers and giving it a few light puffs of breath. So far, this is the closest anyone has gotten to actually helping him with his cooking.

It takes a bit, but soon there's more than just smoke crackling up through the twigs and the boy sits back with a rather bright smile on his face. Finally!

...Now he just has to figure out how to properly cook the rabbit.