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towerofanimus2013-03-20 10:08 pm
hystericull) wrote in towerofanimus2013-03-20 10:08 pm
014 ♑ [fourteenth honk]
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.]
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.
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
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[He tutted a few times, this time, in annoyance.]
I let you by, other brothers and bitches be gonna wanting the same damn treatment. Ain't no reason why I be givin' you no preferentials, neither.
Mainly 'cause you be actin' up all like you got an unruly case of fuckin' yellow nookblisters, and stuff.
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[ :I ]
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[He laughed, finally taking that hand off of Equius' shirt to give him a jab on the chest. Yeah. Equius was the one with the attitude problem.]
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[Gonna keep staring him down, right in the eye.]
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[He tilts his head to the side.]
If we both motherfuckin' got 'em, must be all comin' at us from a similar source.
[Eyelashes. Bat, bat, bat.]
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Get out of the way.
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[...Okay, no one really calls him that.]
Look at me, all tryin' to be making at an extension of some motherfuckin' sort of innocent chitter-chatters, and you ain't havin' fuckin' none of it!
[He sighed in mock-disappointment, although that smirk betrayed whatever credibility it may have had.]
What's a fuckin' clown to do?
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Yeah, yeah, besides motherfuckin' that.
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[Fighting is so much work. It's autumn, it's cold, there are friggin' leaves everywhere, Equius Does Not want to Deal with this.]
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[To be fair, it was cold. And building the leaf pile had warmed Gamzee up some. Now that it was complete, though, he was getting a little bored. Strifing with this fucknugget would endanger the pile, and, quite frankly, wasn't worth the effort. Besides, he was having way too much fun watching Equius get irritated.]
Life ain't no fuckin' stroll up in the gratuitously-cultivated recreational plains, Sir Pisspump. Why you all gotta be dissin' on my motherfuckin' olive branch, gangsta?
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[Deep breaths, Zahhak.]
Right. One. I'm not a gangster of any kind.
Two. This is literally the worst olive branch I have ever seen.
Three. I have half a mind to blast both you and this goddamn pile of leaves into ashes.
Four. Get the fuck out of my way.
[He doesn't anticipate this is going to work at all, but at least no one can say he never gave this shithead fair warning.]
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Hopefully I'm all be motherfuckin' appealin' to that other half, then.
[He gives his eyes a good roll, mouth finally dropping into a more comfortable scowl.]
Listen, Banana Bulge. I ain't motherfuckin' moving. If you fuckin' lay me the mother fuck out right here, I be up and readied to fucking hunt you down, tear out them dopey-ass lookstubs yours, and take a motherfuckin' SHIT ALL UP IN THEM CRUSTY MOTHER FUCKING SOCKETS.
[He spat as his voice rose, though it was quite honestly unintentional.]
Now.
Play this nice fuckin' game with a brother, or take the motherfucking lift.
YOU WIN THIS ROUND... SHITHEAD.
Lift it is then.
[And then he turns around and begins to walk off, holding up one finger on each hand in one of the many, many variations he knows of the Alternian universal 'fuck off' gesture.]
I don't have the patience to give you your kicks today, Makara. Have fucking fun.
HAS TO HAVE THE LAST WORD
Give the shit all a little more fuckin' hip.
[Gamzee just had to taunt him as he walked away, instructing him on how to do a proper strut.]
Get all your motherfuckin' practice on, then maybe that motherfucking matesprit yours be up at fuckin' wanting you, eventually.