STAAAAAIRS...

[pchaaair]

Characters: TAVROS AND ANYONE THAT WANTS TO JOIN IN? Mingle forever guys. Make new threads and respond to other threads as much as you want!!
Setting: The stairs.
Format: Starting with action, but I can match!
Summary: A katamari of people going down the stairs.
Warnings: ... Stairs. Lots of stairs.

[SO ANIMUS, how about those stairs? They're pretty painful to fall down sometimes, aren't they? Especially when a bunch of people (and trolls) get caught up in it.]

[ooc; SO HOW ABOUT THAT STAIR KATAMARI GUYS?]

Comments

[pchaaair]

[AT THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRS. He even tried to go down them carefully this time. So much for that.]

Ow...

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

[ and underneath Tavros apparently is a very surprised nation, sprawled on the floor. She's been knocked down by the rolling troll and is currently stunned out of her wits. ]

[pchaaair]

[lkjsdlfj HE WOULD MOVE IF HE COULD BUT THE PILE IS SO HARD TO MOVE OUT OF...]

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

[ Sure, she's been in worse situations, but this is ridiculous. ]

Dios... my back...

[pchaaair]

[Oh that's. The person under him.]

Was that, um, my fault?

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

[ She can't see him, but his voice sounds familiar. ]

Ay, Tavito, is that you?

[pchaaair]

[... He doesn't really remember ever talking to this person, but now is not the time for that!!]

My name isn't really, uh, Tavito, but, I guess that's kind of close to Tavros...

[latomatetas.livejournal.com]

Tavros?

[ Spain tries to wriggle out, but most of her body is still smushed up against other people's body parts. ]

Ay, how did this mess happen...

[pchaaair]

[He'll... try to move a little to help her out.]

I think it's because, um, I fell down the stairs.

[hemocidal.livejournal.com]

[despite honking in great distress all the way down the stairs gamzee appears to have already forgotten his panic and is now chilling on tav's head]

Sup, bro.

[pchaaair]

[THIS IS SO PAINED.

How can you do this Gamzee]

Uh-- hey.

[hemocidal.livejournal.com]

[not


moving]

How the fuck we'd get down here so fast?

[pchaaair]

[GAMZEE BROS DO NOT DO THIS TO EACH OTHER.]

... We, uh, fell.

[hemocidal.livejournal.com]

[what do you mean this is the height of brodom]

Woah, guess we motherfucking did. That was pretty amazing, man, you wanna do it again?

[pchaaair]

[MAYBE IN GAMZEE'S WORLD.

Tavros would rather show his broship in other ways!!]

... Not really, to be honest.

[hemocidal.livejournal.com]

Wooooooooooah, hold up.

[Gamzee spits something out

christ where did you get teeth that big HOLDS HIS TOOTH IT IN FRONT OF TAVS FACE]

Oh shit, look at this Tavbros, done up and fell out all by its fucking self!

[pchaaair]

[... Are you serious Gamzee. Are you really serious.

Wait, of course he is, he's stonerbro after all.]

I don't think it, um, fell out on its own, Gamzee.

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

[He's going to get a hand smushing his face. It's not on purpose; she's just trying to figure out what, exactly, is poking her side. Silly trolls and their silly horns.]

[pchaaair]

[OH GOD WHAT IS THIS HAND AND WHY IS IT THERE--

Oh. It's a person. His voice is kinda muffled by the hand, but he can still be heard.]

Uh-- could you possibly move your hand? Maybe?

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

[--OH GOODNESS WHAT IS THAT MOVING UNDER HER HAND oh it's someone's face. She does move her hand, and quite quickly, too, or at least as quickly as she can manage while being trapped in a giant mass of people.]

S-sorry--!

[pchaaair]

It's okay, um-- don't worry about it, because it's hard to not do something like that right now.

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

[Speaking of which,]

Could you, um-- your... horn is hurting my stomach. [Because now that she's managed to twist around just a little she can see that that's what it is.]

[pchaaair]

[HE'LL.. TRY TO SHIFT HIS HEAD A BIT. It's sort of hard, but he manages.]

I'm sorry. Are you okay? Aside from that.

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

[She appreciates it, really.]

It's alright. I... think so. [Or close enough, anyway.] Are you?

[pchaaair]

Uhh... I think I'm sort of okay, although, my legs are more broken then they were before.

[Robolegs, of course. Not real legs.]