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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.]
winter does it right this time gomen for my everything
[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?
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[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.]
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Something stupid. But I guess that's not new.
[Let the supreme deadpan continue.]
no subject
You know what a fuckin' game is, motherfucker!?
no subject
If this is what you call a "game," then I'm wondering what kind of brain power you have to find it actually entertaining.
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[He grinned. He liked to play up his dipshittery whenever he could, but it's not like all of it was untrue.]
If you ain't down with throwin' the frostyspheres, what the fuck do you get your enjoy on of, bitch?
no subject
Usually I spend my time doing things more interesting than packing weather debris together, like having an intelligent conversation. But like I said, it's probably right up your alley.
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I said fuckin' "fun", you nooknap, not motherfucking "bore a ninja to fuckin' tears". What games you like!? Fuckin' shittin' out the verbalosities ain't much fuckin' what this motherfucker be considering a game.
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[Never letting your retarded speech pattern go.]
I like games I can sit down and play instead of running around like an ass. Running ain't exactly my thing.
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[Yeah, he garbled that up on purpose. He was fully aware that everyone and their fucking mother hated the way he talked, and it just encouraged him to do it even more. Besides, it took too much effort to string words together in the "proper" way. Why didn't people just let them tumble out of their fucking lips the way they felt?]
[Shrugging his shoulders, he continued to toss the snowball from hand to hand.]
I know a game we can fuckin' play.
[You could almost taste the skeeze dripping off of that sentence.]
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Do you now? Dare I ask?