013 ♑ [thirteenth honk]

[hystericull]

Characters: Gamzee Makara and YOU!
Setting: Floor 87 (Poppy Field) and Floor 80 (Circus).
Format: Action.
Summary: On floor eighty-seven, Gamzee has a rendezvous with a pair of severed legs. Feel free to interrupt his awkward date with them - he needs all the support he can get trying to end their tryst. On floor eighty, he flips his fucking shit about the addition of the circus. Come fucking party, you know you want to. You'll probably be treated to candy and a show for your time.
Warnings: Gamzee is his own warning. Also bloody legs.

Floor 87
[Gamzee looked a little neater than usual, stepping cautiously through the poppy field. He'd actually never been up here before, but he felt like it would be the best place to get this over with. It was a sedating floor, and he was feeling a little more relaxed, carrying something quite heavy in both of his arms.

[He was moving slow enough to be easy to catch him. In a place where the grass didn't grow quite as tall, he crouched down, settling the large object in his lap. If you approached, you'd be able to hear him speaking to it.]

...ain't been much fuckin' available to you as of motherfucking lateness...

[His tone was apologetic, and the few poppies he'd managed to pick were placed in the... pocket... of the object...]

...good enough reason for it, to all be at perfectly mother fuckin' real with your ass...

[It was a pair of severed legs, sawed off at the waist. Brownish, coppery blood congealed at and stained most of the upper half, while the still-frozen pants clung to their mottled skin. Gamzee continued pushing the flowers into the pockets, through the belt loops - anywhere he could find - as some sort of romantic gesture???]

...things have just... I dunno. Been up and getting all kinds of harsh on the redness front, you feel me? I'm all to be motherfuckin' meaning, with the you what's got the top half all connected still. I ain't no brother to get his judge on of what part's being all missing from fuckin' where, but I got it all shoved in my pan now what carryin' on two of these motherfuckin' dealings ain't some noise what be fucking proper, or some shit like that. You know?

[Running his hand down the side of one of the thighs, he let out a long-suffering sigh. Was he... breaking up with a pair of severed legs!?]

[Yes. He was. Feel free to lend him some advice, because he really doesn't know how to deal with anything like this.]

Floor 80
[His fucking everything. Never before has Gamzee Makara been so ecstatic to the point where the several bottles of Faygo he had dumped over himself in religious fervor were completely forgotten in a moment's time. Maybe the Tower had been so generous as to grace him with the faithtents he so direly needed. Maybe the administrators endeavored to rekindle the diminished flame of his piety with flashing colors and cracking whips.]

[If you happened to find yourself on floor eighty, you'd find a completely blissful teenage alien, up to his horns in spirituality, rejoicing with trembling and shoving handfuls of popcorn in his mouth as he did so.]

[Sugar-sticky shoes crunching and squeaking against the ground as he walked, Gamzee meandered through the rings of the circus, dazedly watching the different acts in a blitzed-out stupor. His arms were full of snacks, and his mouth and eyes were wide with awe. It was almost touching, really, how such a belligerent fool could be so easily turned docile by such a childish scene. Of course, this was no mere excursion for him - it was his religion.]

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Floor 87 1/idk yet

[papshooshing]

[ shitty floors. yeap. Karkat Vantas sure hates navigating these floors, even the ones that aren't destined to kill him off one way or another. Karkat hasn't even stopped and tried them all yet and he doesn't want to. this time though?

he's pretty sure he saw his moirail heading this way and while Karkat doesn't always make it his business to practically stalk the guy, Karkat is curious. curious, he reminds himself, not concerned.

well... up until the guy starts talking. THEN Karkat is a little concerned. and who wouldn't be? usually talking to voices that no one else can hear is a bad thing, you know. ]

because facial expressions are important for these tags

[papshooshing]

[ so curious that Karkat is peeking over to see...

a pair of legs. usually this sort of thing would be weird, right? it's definitely weird, but Gamzee does decapitate things, so the fact he's dragging along legs and talking to them isn't really something that is surprising...

just really unexpected and - ]

done because ah ha

[papshooshing]

[ holy shit. HE KNOWS THOSE LEGS!

wow, just seriously what the fuck. carrying the legs of your matesprit around and then acting like you're cheating on the guy with his own NOT FUNCTIONAL AT ALL legs? Gamzee...

Gamzee.

this just takes everything to a whole new level of weird and mildly disturbing and Karkat can't let this sit. ]

Just what do you think you're doing, Gamzee Makara?

[hystericull]

[Karkat, you just don't know how functional these legs are.]

[Regardless of that, though, what place is it of yours to judge a man on his relationship choices!? Well, I guess it's the moirail place. But still. Have a little compassion, man.]

[At the sudden sound of Karkat's voice, Gamzee jumps a little, sending the legs flopping to the ground and peppering the grass there with flecks of brown.]

[His gaze flies up to meet that of his moirail, and as it does, an expression of irritation and guilt sets on his painted face.]

The fuck, bro? Can't a motherfucker be gettin' his wicked sentiments on in a little mother fucking privacy? Shit be difficult enough as what it all fuckin' is being.

[papshooshing]

[ Karkat is wincing... maybe a little pale in the face. the last time he had seen all that brown shade had been during the liberation of said legs. it brings back bad memories... and thoughts about how uncomfortable that lab floor had been.

this also answers the question of what ever happened to those legs. maybe Gamzee's been carrying them around all this time?

gross. ]

You need some privacy with a pair of legs... Gamzee, there's at least five flavors of just wrong in that sentence alone.

Floor 80 because why not man

[cullscuttlefish]

[Feferi hasn't been up to this floor before, and she was just about to turn back, because it was almost too happy a scene for someone who was still hurting, when - wow. That was probably the happiest she had ever seen Gamzee ever, when he passed by, Faygo dripping from the ends of his hair and popcorn that hadn't quite made it to his mouth trailing behind him.

And maybe, just maybe, what she needed right now was a come-to-Jesus meeting of sorts. Not that she'd admit it, not that she really deep-down believed it, though really, was believing that the creatures from beyond the Furthest Ring were friendly so much weirder than worshiping clowns?

No, not really.

Feferi had to admit it, as she looked around: this was something else, all right. She even managed an honest smile when she approached.]

Mind if I join you?

[hystericull]

[Gamzee stood in the middle of an unoccupied ring, head tilted back almost all the way so he could stare up at the unbelievably bright lights. There was a trail of red soda over his chin, now rolling down his neck to hit the collar of his shirt.]

[It took a while before he'd heard Feferi's footsteps, and even longer before her words had reached him. In a place so topsy-turvy with motherfucking whimsy, it was hard for a brother to get his startle on when his cup runneth over with mirth.]

[He leaned his head down, now, blissful grin widening at the sight of the princess.]

Always fuckin' room for more revered jokechildren under the holy bitchin' tentflap, O motherfuckin' Fishy One.

[cullscuttlefish]

It is absolutely beautiful under here. It's been one of those months where I needed a reminder that it is always okay to smile and that it is better to be mirthful than be miserable.

[She looks up at those lights, and it hurts her eyes a little bit, but when she looks away, there are colors flashing, and that makes her smile brighter.]

Like those lights. You look at them, and you look away, and look at those colors. What is that.

[hystericull]

[Gamzee takes this time to honk out a laugh or five or seven or twelve, because he hadn't had a hit of sopor yet today (or... this week? It was hard to recall), and Feferi sounded like she hadn't missed a beat picking up his slack.]

[He closed his eyes. Yeah, these lights were fuckin' ethereal, man.]

Be reminding me of some faith what I fucking was almost about to be maybe losin' my motherfuckin' grip up on, is what it all fucking does.

[He grinned again, babbling like an evangelical idiot. The addition of this floor was so confusing to him. In a place that seemed so hell-bent on making everyone's life a misery, they chose to bestow upon him something that so vigorously endeavored to restore his diminishing hope.]

[Excuse him, he's lost for a second.]

[pushedaround]

[ Man, he had nothing exciting to do today, so why not use this opportunity to face all sorts of dangers and explore some new floors, and maybe put some good use to his new badass lance. Yeah, after all the hard glares and verbal abuse from a certain old highblood, Tavros managed to build a pretty decent weapon.

... Okay, he still had a lot of work to do, but at least it looked attached and sharp! Totally can stab some bitches with this thing.

By the time he reached the poppy field, he was quick to notice his matesprit from a fair distance, and ... he seemed to be talking to himself? Tavros approached him slowly, not really sure what the hell is happening, but he had the worst feeling ever.

You know, he'd been friends with this troll for a very long time, practically grew up with him, and Gamzee always had this ability to keep things interesting. As in, he is so unpredictable and Tavros loved this trait in him, but ..... today? Not loving it so much.

His legs. His motherfucking legs !!! Gamzee was holding into his decapitated legs, and talking to them. No no. Not only talking, he was having a fucking intimate conversation with his fucking legs!

There are no amount of words could describe Tavros' feelings right now. He drops his weapon, his fingers gripping into his own hair and clutching so fucking tight. ]

Gamzee !!!

W-What is this? !!! What the fuck are you doing?!!!

[hystericull]

It fuckin' be hurtin' a brother right in his pusher to set his stubs on your motherfucking sadness right n--

[There was a clang of metal before a shout, and it had Gamzee pulling the pair of legs to his chest, ready to defend them. Even if they weren't together anymore, he still cared about them. He'd pick up his clubs and pummel anyone who dared try and--]

[Oh.]

[Nothing ever goes his fucking way, does it.]

I was gonna bring 'em home after we was motherfucking done here.

[Belatedly, he realized his hand was gripping the ass attached to those limbs. He quickly slid it down to rest on the back of a thigh.]

[WHY THE FUCK DID TAVROS HAVE TO BE EVERYWHERE HE REALLY DID NOT WANT HIM TO BE!?]

[pushedaround]

[ He's just going to stare at Gamzee for a very long period of time, fingers still gripping into his hair and he looks absolutely terrified. ]

Gamzee. What is wrong with you ?!!!

[ No, wait. Don't answer that question.

Oh sweet lord give him some strength. Just looking at the exposed flesh and the brown was enough to bring shivers all over his body. It was such a traumatizing sight, and to have Gamzee being all intimate with them just made everything a million times worse. Like- oh god, is he dating his legs ???????? Did he actually developed feelings for them? He wanted to scream, kick and slap that highblood so badly.

He didn't, though. Instead, he speaks in a shaky tone. ]

Put it down. Just ... leave it on the ground and step away!

[hystericull]

[At the volume of Tavros' voice, Gamzee's eyes squinted, not quite closing. The last time he was chided like this, he got a stiff punch to the jaw, and a fat lip to boot.]

[He had carefully avoided this subject with the real Tavros - the one whose lower half he wasn't cradling to his chest like a treasure.]

[It was before he'd come back to the Tower. Vriska had left the boy's legs in the freezer, and after Tavros had disappeared, it was all Gamzee had left of him. Honestly, without a head, it was hard to be shot down, so it was no surprise that a relationship started rather quickly.]

[On some level, he probably knew it was wrong, but it was a part of Tavros, and just because it didn't have a torso attached, didn't mean that it was any less him. If he couldn't have all of him, he'd settle for half.]

[He was pretty sure Tavros was upset at him for cheating... again... but for some reason, it seemed like there was more to it than just that?]

[Ruefully, he shot an apologetic glance at the poppy-covered legs before placing them gently on the ground before him and rising to his feet.]

Was just takin' motherfuckin' care of 'em for one last time, bro. We ain't gotta go down this harsh road again, 'cause I already was layin' the fuckin' noise down for them. They know what's fuckin' up with us.

[caliginous]

[Don't ask how long the cerulean Vantas has been standing there, leaning against the doorframe. It seems he's actually learned not to speak to this particular troll unless spoken to, but its hard to ignore what's currently going on...when you happen to be an empath.

But there comes a point where Karkat can't watch anymore, and he finally speaks up.]

So that's where those things went.

[hystericull]

[Pausing mid-breakup, Gamzee first turns a crazed eye to the source of such a familiar voice. Oh, fuck. This really was the last person he needed to--]

[FUCKING SHIT THESE GOD DAMN BOYS AND THEIR STUPID IDENTICAL FUCKING VOICES NEEDED TO MOTHERFUCKING GO SOMEWHERE.]

[Curling a painted lip, Gamzee wasn't quite sure if he should be entertained or irritated by this particular Karkat's arrival. When in doubt, choose both.]

Sorry, should've up and fuckin' all went to leave a motherfucking note.

[caliginous]

[Gamzee's reaction pulls a light smirk from him. Most of the time, Karkat made an active effort to ignore the presence of his double in the Tower but occasionally his existance made things interesting.

Not usually though. Fuck that guy.]

Not like I give a shit. They ain't mine, and Serket ain't been here in a good month.

[Which was more depressing to him than he cared to admit. But he has more important things to worry about right now -- like being an empath.]

Someone's feeling a little desperate this evening. Cutting off the long-lasting tryst finally?

[hystericull]

[Gamzee wasn't sure how he felt about his Vriska being gone, honestly. She was a pain in his ass, endeavoring to humiliate and beat him down mentally as often as she could, but she was also something that kept the doldrums of the Tower from getting too overwhelming. And... and, aughh, he was going to stop this train of thought, because he didn't like where it was starting to lead.]

If you ain't givin' shits on it, then quit all your triflin' and leave a good brother to his own motherfuckin' shit.

[He grinned, lifting up his blood-stained hands. For all that he adored these particular limbs, he couldn't say the same about the swill thawing inside of them.]

[Gamzee would have been taken more off guard if he hadn't been at least somewhat used to the nosy ways of the ceruleans. Barging into people's minds like they owned the place was a trait, it seemed, that these two shared. Instead of reacting unfavorably, he simply clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes.]

Dunno. Can't you get your motherfuckin' wait on for them trashy Tower 'loids to get all up and fuckin' circulated?

Or be you the damn paparazzi?

80

[adorably_evilish]

[What in the cosmos was this place... WHY was this place even here would be a better question to Veigar. The act of entertainment was not foreign to him considering he'd stormed and destroyed visited some royal courts before and seen many festivals where they had similar attractions but why in this place?

Surely the administrators had gone mad once again and their floor designs had nothing to do with logic and more to do with doing whatever their puny minds could come up with to add more blasted staircases to the wretched tower! Because staircases were annoying...

In the middle of his mental rant however, he caught a glimpse of one of his minions, the ones he roomed with... Well they were kind of in between allies and minions. He hadn't killed them yet after all.]

It would figure someone who makes little sense like you would be in a place such as this...

[hystericull]

[Being on this floor had made Gamzee unusually docile. Not to the point where he'd roll over and beg for belly rubs, but at least enough to not flip his shit at his little instigator of a roommate upon first sight of him.]

[Turning to face the guy, Gamzee had to crane his neck downwards. It was hard being 14 and also being a tall, bony thing, okay. No one understands.]

Seem fucking like you all bein' here means you ain't makin' much motherfuckin' sense, neither, dog.

[adorably_evilish]

[Veigar frowned... It was always so confusing dealing with this particular minion. Mainly because he made as little sense as Shaco! Now that he thought about it, they both looked like clowns... Well Shaco was a jester but still!]

I wandered into this place, as opposed to you who seems to have been enjoying it for quite some time it seems.

[hystericull]

[Gamzee could only grin at Veigar's reaction. Funny little guy. Don't worry, he'd help you understand.]

Ain't no difficulty found in gettin' your appreciate on up in the motherfuckin' circus, my brother.

[With that, he bent down, attempting to grab the guy by an arm and pick him up. Knowing Veigar, this probably wasn't the best move, but you had to take certain measures if it was for the greater good.]

All us tentchildren be fuckin' startin' their shit all out as wandering motherfucking souls to be all beginning with. All the only thing what's your ass be needing is fuckin' a holy dose of mirthful faith, motherfucker.

[myblueskies]

[Romeo never had gotten to see a circus. He and the Black Brothers had tried once, to earn enough money for them all to go, cleaned up a whole old house in a day but then Michealo had knocked something over in the market and the trader had taken his mothers pendant.

And that was much more important to get back than going to the circus.

But there was one here and Romeo had come to see what it was like, there were no elephants here but there was a Gamzee...]

Hello!

[hystericull]

[Completely bereft of any ill-will for the time being, Gamzee's eyes snapped open at the sound of another voice. Ah, hell, it was this little guy. He wasn't too good with names, but he remembered all of the time they'd spent together (most of it...), so that was more than enough, right?]

Heyyy, little fuckin' room dude. The fuck brings your ass all up to the holiest of motherfuckin' glittergrounds? Come to get your fuckin' reverence on, my brother?

[myblueskies]

[If there's one thing Romeo has learned from his time as Gamzee's roommate and friend, it is that when Gamzee is happy and smiley and saying things that make no sense at all it's best just to agree.

So he nodded with a smile] Yep!

[hystericull]

[You're a good learner, Romeo. I'll give you that.]

[Gamzee's grin grew wider, exposing all those crooked fangs.]

Didn't know you pinkies got your believings all up to be on par with the faithchumps what's from fucking where I'm hailing.

[He cocked his head, offering Romeo a celebratory sip of his half-drained Faygo. Most of it was still dripping off of him.]