014 ♑ [fourteenth honk]

[hystericull]

Characters: Gamzee and YOU.
Setting: Multiple floors, occurring during the weather event. (3/17-3/23)
Format: Action.
Summary: Gamzee has equally embarrassing reactions to all seasons. Staying afloat, indecent exposure, blocking the halls, and pelting people with ice balls while trying not to freeze to death. Come join him for some fun*!
Warnings: Gamzee.

*YMMV.

Spring (Dorm Floor)
[Carrying a recuperacoon was not easy work. With this in mind, no one could really blame Gamzee for not being able to move it very far. Maybe if he emptied the slime from it, it would be a little easier to transport, but that was the last thing he wanted to do.]

[Wearing his old blue shirt, scarf and winter jacket (the only other clothes he owned besides his normal attire), Gamzee sacrificed the rest of his belongings by using his trunk to keep his precious cocoon out of the rising tide. He'd managed to maneuver it into the dorm hallway, wading through the water already soaking the floor to lift the large, slime-filled pod up on to the top of the trunk. This would keep it safe from the flood for now, but if the rain continued, he'd have to find somewhere else to take it. For now, though, he's going to climb up the side of the thing, perching on the narrow top and pulling the hood of his jacket up over his head. Or, trying to, at least. Horn holes were a difficult thing to manage, one-handed and in the pouring rain while clutching the side of a slippery recuperacoon for dear life.]

[Good lord, someone help him.]

Summer (Any Floor)
[After the torrential downpour of Spring comes the beastly heat of Summer. Gamzee is not built for extreme temperatures, although his cooler blood and body temperature help him out some, the skyrocketing temperature made short work of him. Dragging himself out of his room in search of any place that might have been even remotely cooler, Gamzee had left a trail of clothes in his wake.]

[Starting from the dorms, he made his way down the stairs, stopping off on random floors in search of shady spots to pass out in. The whole process could be akin to the Evolution of Man in reverse. He started out strong, lumbering through the first few floors on his feet, then started to hunch over, shedding his shoes (which were more like arid foot traps now). When he made it to the mid-section of the tower floors, he was almost crawling, discarding his shirt.]

[After he'd exhausted his search for water and cold, one could find Gamzee Makara on the lower floors, clad only in his polka-dotted briefs, laying face-down on the floor, or perhaps harassing others with heatstroke-induced psychobabble. Come talk to the naked crazy alien. There is a chance of him dropping his drawers, so be warned.]

Autumn (Dorm Floor)
[DID SOMEONE SAY LEAVES? BECAUSE HE THINKS HE HEARD SOMEONE SAY LEAVES.]

[Prepare to have the ever-loving shit annoyed out of you, because Gamzee has spent good chunk of time collecting as many leaves as he can, assembling them in the first-floor dorm hallway (he likes doing shit there - it pisses the maximum amount of people off) and creating a huge blockade. Want to get through? Too fucking bad. Don't even think about trying to destroy this gargantuan thing, because he'll throw you in there and you're not going to come out.]

[Want to jump in it? Let's do business.]

Winter (Any Floor)
[SMACK!]

[There's an snowball at the back of your head. Gamzee is no stranger to snowballs, but never before has he had the chance to chuck them at actual, living people. He plays to injure, just like that snot-nosed kid everyone had at their elementary school, so you bet your ass these are going to be packed tight, or jammed with icicles, or, hell, he might even just throw a big chunk of ice at you.]

[When he gets tired of that, he'll try to make a snowman. Spoilers, it sucks ass. It's probably the ugliest, piece of shit snowman anyone has ever seen. Please help him.]

[Aaand, after he realizes that this shit is making his hands painful, his already low body temperature will start to drop further, restricting his movement. He's got on all the clothes he owns (which isn't much - two shirts, a jacket, scarf and hat, pants and ratty shoes without socks), and he's still not looking good. Curled up in the snow, his last resort is piling it on top of himself to insulate his almost-nonexistent body heat. If he doesn't warm up, he will die.]

Comments

Summer.

[lightofhumanity]

[Just as the cold didn't bother chaos back in December, the extra heat didn't bother him now. However, when he sensed and spotted a person lying on the floor in their underwear, and suffering from the heat, if his powers were working properly. Carefully, chaos summoned a ball of ice about the size of a fist and put it on the person's back.]

Are you alright? Can you speak?

[hystericull]

[Gamzee wouldn't have to answer that last question directly, because the moment that frozen ball made contact with his heated skin, the boy erupted into a flurry of frenzied honking. It was loud, it was alarmed, and it was accompanied by wildly flailing arms that knocked the thing off of his bare back.]

[As soon as he lost the ice, though, he was scrambling to retrieve it, honks slowing but not coming to a stop until he had the ball firmly in his hands and pressed to his chest. Laying on his back now, Gamzee's eyes trailed drowsily to the supplier of such a piece of heaven.]

Ahhhh... motherfuck, bro. Where the fuck you up and all get this little magical motherfucker from!?

[lightofhumanity]

[For a moment, the reaction worried chaos a bit, but after the person got the ice and repositioned himself, he smiled again. It had been a long time since he heard anyone speak like that, and it was both nostalgic and odd. However, he was able to keep up with it.]

I usually fight with them, so creating them is just something I can do.

[As demonstration, chaos made another one. However, this one, he didn't hand over.]

If you are thirsty, I shall get a cup so that you can have something to drink.

Autumn

[wrigurun]

[Since the summer her spirits had been considerably higher, so much so that when confronted with a huge pile of leaves just outside her door she can't help but pounce right in and start rolling around, laughing and throwing leaves everywhere.

It's not like it was anything important, right? Just dead leaves after all. It reminded her of the autumns back home where she'd look for new friends in the undergrowth and kick up a storm of reds and yellows and browns]

[hystericull]

[Go figure. A guy takes one second out of his vigilant leaf-pile surveillance to pick his nose, and some stupid motherfucker decides to take a freebie dive.]

HEY!!!

[Gamzee reaches a hand blindly into the shuffling of the leaves, until his fingers close around some fabric, and a tiny arm. With a pull, he attempts to yank the thing out of the pile.]

Only heretics and mother fuckin' crooks be takin' a jump without admission, motherfucker!

[wrigurun]

Aw, come on! It's only leaves!

[Wriggle had closed her eyes instinctively as she felt herself suddenly lurch out of the pile. Didn't stop her from grinning and talking back although once she actually saw who had pulled her out her smile faltered, if only for a second]

Oh, h-hey you!

LEEEEEEAVES

[geometry]

[...Are you kidding?]

[You have to be fucking kidding.]

[Have one extremely linefacey Equius staring at this goddamn pile of leaves. It was bad enough that they were lying around in the corners, but a giant wall of dead plant matter? Seriously? Quietly he wished that he was the Breath player for once, instead of Nepeta, just because it would make his life so much easier trying to clear the damn things.]

[Sighing quietly, Equius walked over to the side, hoping that it would be smaller over there.]

[hystericull]

[Are you serious right now.]

[This bitch.]

[Gamzee isn't going to let just anyone pass, and especially not this anyone. As soon as Equius gets near the pile with the clear intention of walking through, Gamzee slaps his hand sharply against that disgusting yellow arrow, grinning a grin that is anything but friendly.]

Toll charge, motherfucker.

this icon is pretty much going to be Equius' face for the entire thread

[geometry]

[Equius looked up. He then opened his mouth to suggest that Gamzee fuck right off (exact words), but strangely, something else came out instead.]

What is it?

let's winter it up

[bloodright]

[So far Vergil's been lucky with his new dorm, and not running into his old dormmates around the tower. Especially the alien kid. But just as he's heading back to that new, safe dorm, letting his guard down, he feels something hit him in the back of his head.

He turns, ready to draw his sword, glaring at the source-- fuck it's that kid.]

SCREE

[hystericull]

[WHAT DO YOU MEAN, "ESPECIALLY THE ALIEN KID"!?]

[Gamzee doesn't realize exactly who he's pelting (not that it really matters - he doesn't discriminate when it comes to torturing people) until his victim whirls themselves around.]

[It's completely obvious that he was the one that threw the thing. He's got another one clenched and ready in his bare, bony hand. When he catches sight of Vergil, though, his mouth twists up into a fangy grin, and he breaks into a run, not away, but towards the guy.]

Fuuuuuuuck! 'Ey, motherfucker! Thought you up and died!!!

Spring

[myblueskies]

[Of course Romeo was there to help, he had been trying to save his puppet theatre, but it was already pretty wrecked and he ran over to Gamzee to help him, pressing his weight against the funny slime filled sleeping thing so Gamzee could adjust his hood.]

[hystericull]

[The force required to keep this thing stable was suddenly halved, and after a quick sweep of his eyes, Gamzee spotted Romeo lending a little human hand. Fuck, didn't he tell this kid off for being such a goody-two-shoes!?]

[Using both hands this time, Gamzee was able to fit his horns into the slots of his hood and fasten the flaps. He hopped down on to the tiny surface the trunk still offered next to the recuperacoon. It was hard to keep his balance, with the wind and rain whipping around everywhere.]

This be all a motherfuckin' shitty time to take a swim, motherfucker.

winter

[pushedaround]

[ Your warm blood means nothing in this killing weather, but Tavros managed to survive up to now. He kept moving. Just run, jump, do a fucking backflip. Anything to keep his body heated and thus- make this season less torturing. But you know? He didn't care about his own safety, Tavros knew that there is another person who needed some serious help, and by the time he found his matesprit hiding under a pile of clothes, he was quick to reach his side. ]

Gam!

[ He knelt down, gently pushing the fabric out of the way and taking a decent look at his face. Man, he didn't look good at all. ]

... Bro? [ He pokes at his cheek, not sure if he's awake or not. ]

[hystericull]

[It took quite a few pokes, but Gamzee's eyes finally pried themselves open to slits. The touches on his cheek went largely unfelt, because his entire body was numb. Eventually, though, the force of Tavros' jabs got strong enough to knock against his gums, which actually still had feeling.]

[He was so sleepy, ugh. He sort of felt the wind and snow still whipping around him, and the cocoon of ice and snow he'd buried himself in was soaking his clothes - something he hadn't taken into consideration. He couldn't even feel his feet anymore. The moisture had soaked his sneakers and frozen them. His hands were purple and split, but that infernal poking would not stop.]

Mnnh...

[He managed to croak out. That pressure on his cheek was like fucking fire. Where the fuck was it coming from!?]

Autumn

[scentofmakai]

That's striking me as not a natural buildup of leaves, here.

[Zett just leans against the wall next to their dorm room.]

You having fun?

[hystericull]

You bet your sweet motherfuckin' ass it ain't.

[Gamzee turned to address the onlooker, preparing to sell him a romp in the leaves much like a car dealer pushes automotives.]

Oh, hey, it's this motherfucker. The motherfuck you want? Come to take the most illest of dives on in up at my motherfuckin' mountain of foliage?

Winter! Because I'm cruel like that.

[fashionfairy]

[As someone who had grown up and spent nearly her entire life in a desert, the winter chill was torture. The snow was rather pretty at first but it wasn't much time before she longed for the summer heat to return. She had loved every minute of it. The dry heat had allowed her fabric to dry after the torrential downpour and reminded her so much of home.

Winter though... She had fashioned a heavy coat and skirt as fast as she possibly could and is now trudging through the snow drifts when she becomes victim to Gamzee's snowball. As the freezing powder slides down the back of her woefully unprotected neck she spins around to see her attacker.]

[hystericull]

[Oh, for fuck's sake.]

[WHY THE FUCK WAS IT ALWAYS THIS BITCH!?]

[Luckily, Gamzee had another snowball at the ready. He was sure whatever aggression Kanaya wanted to take out on him would swiftly be halted by another pelting of snow. Tossing the ball between his hands, he grinned.]

No motherfuckin' need in all complimenting a brother's aim. He fuckin' knows.

Autumn because I miss them being bros

[get_bent]

[Wait a minute, how is this supposed to help anyone but he did like collecting leaves between books as a kid I mean...]

The hell?

SCREAMS A LOT PIX

[hystericull]

[Kanji, you dweeb. Enjoy the pile, no-brows.]

You got a motherfuckin' problem, bro?

[Gamzee vaguely remembered this kid as someone he'd loved to torment while high. He hadn't seen him in a while, though, so the human might not have even remembered him. Had to keep on the defensive.]

late late late late autumn

[reddeadvirtuoso]

[Well she had been...trying to leave the dorms but uh. There was. A thing. A giant pile of leaves thing.

For a moment she just stared quizzically, even peering over her sunglasses suspiciously as if making herself almost-blind would actually help the situation. And then just kind of... resumed trying to find, some way, to get around the giant leaf blockage.

What the fuck.]

[hystericull]

[Another victim unsuspecting peasant patron! Good. He could use some revenue. Gamzee was quick to intercept the passerby, tugging her roughly by the shoulder and turning her around.]

Fuckin' looks are free, but touches be motherfuckin' costing you.

winter does it right this time gomen for my everything

[morituramfides]

--Ow--!!

[Jin wasn't exactly paying attention while he walked, so a snowball to the back of the head was about the last thing he suspected.

And lo and behold, who does he find to be the culprit when he turns around to see the annoying clown alien kid flinging around snow.

Seriously?] What are you doing?

[hystericull]

[Oh, goodie. This fucknugget.]

[Gamzee readies another snowball, packing it between his bare, chapped hands. Gloves probably would be a good investment for someone so naturally cold as it is.]

The fuck it look like!?

[There goes the next snowball, hurled with the force of a freight train by the scrawny op bitch. It was aimed at Jin's head, but we'll see how that goes.]