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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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[The ice was small enough to put in his mouth now. He got it past his teeth, but he wasn't able to close his mouth.]
Humanth be too motherfuckin' thtupid to all be thinkin' for their fuckin' own.
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[He really was curious about this.]
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[The ice popped back out into his palm, and he wiped the back of his forehead with the back of his hand, smearing white facepaint everywhere.]
Up and went to fuckin' be meeting a mess of them while I got shacked up in this motherfuckin' joint. Ain't never was one what ain't fuckin' all was a miserable motherfucking experience.
[He made a strained face.]
So motherfuckin' self-righteous and goody-goody.
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[Gamzee made his way to press up against a wall, hopefully it would be at least somewhat colder than the air around them.]
They be askin' for their fuckin' deaths.
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[Wilhelm, for one..]
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[Not that he really gives a fuck.]
Everyone's wicked, motherfucker. Best not to just be forgiving them all.
[He pauses.]
Or if you do, just pretend on it and be all knowing what they just gonna fuckin' do it again.
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[He laughed, shrugging his shoulders.]
Well, it's the wrong opinion.
[What was a debate how do you do it. Clearly it's just pounding your argument against the other person.]
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[And chaos was finally smiling again.]
Opinions can differ between people, since they have no clear right or wrong answer.
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Motherfucker, you don't even fucking know me!
And that just sound all like some fucking word peeps be makin' up when they too salty to admit they wrong.
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Not well, no. But I do know a little bit about you. And I can assure you that it is not.
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And you some sort of creepy fuckin' stalker!? That's my shtick, man. Not fucking cool. What the motherfuck you know about me!?
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..And I am not a stalker. I only know what I have learned in this conversation. But even that is a little.
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It ain't enough to pass a fuckin' judgment like what's you did. You really that fuckin' naive?
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..What makes you think that I am passing judgement on anyone?
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I take all fucking offense to that, by the way.
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You piss me off.
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