420-2 ♑ [four hundred twentieth honk part two: electric boogaloo]

[hystericull]

Characters: Gamzee and everyone angsting post-Rebellion. And also YOU.
Setting: Media floor.
When: April 20th.
Format: Action.
Summary: THIS IS A MINGLING POST! It's basically a free-for-all, depending on who's down to celebrate a little 4/20. Even if you aren't down (with the clown, or the green, or both), it'll be a good place to see everyone and get your mind off of the horrid aftermath of the Rebellion event. You can make your own top-level post or comment to others'.
Warnings: Gamzee... also drugs hooray! But that's not mandatory.

[Lining the dorm halls and scattered about the staircase are signs that read: free fuckin magic pie on the media floor. :o)]





[If you happened to pick up one of the carelessly-strewn-about scraps of paper, or even if you unknowingly made your way to the media floor, you'd find pie tins everywhere. They were filled to the brim with some heinous-looking green slime. It looks like whoever was dishing this stuff out eventually ran out of pie tins, and ended up using cups to try and pass the rest of the stuff off as smoothies.]

[Other than the mess of movies and games all over the floor, and several TVs blaring whatever movie happened to be left in its player - the level was as normal as it ever was. Bits of slime were dropped on the ground and the couches, but it wasn't as messy as it could be.]

[On one of the couches, however, was draped a rather gangly boy. He had a half-devoured pie tin on his stomach and his head bent back over the arm of the couch. Beyond him lay a few stray tins - all obviously downed already. It was pretty hard to tell if he was sleeping or not, by the slits those yellow eyes of his had become, but once in a while they'd flick lazily back and forth and he'd smack his tongue around his mouth like he'd forgotten it was there.]

Pie's on the fuckin' house to all motherfucker's what all up and feel like they 'bout to get their asses a prime fuckin' bawwfest on 'bout shit what I ain't wanting to hear no more about.

[He'll tell you as you step off onto the floor. If you're feeling brave, you can go ahead and take a tin or a cup of slime. Once ingested, it acts as a strong mix of a hallucinogenic and sedative drug. You'll feel endlessly happy, see all sorts of colors, stare at the TV screens, laugh until you cry, etc. Or, you know, laze on a couch like a useless potato.]

[If drugs ain't your thing, Gamzee's open to preaching and also interrogation and/or chiding. Or, you can totally ignore him and go interact with someone else. He's happy just watching like a creep. Though, he won't be the one to actually tell you they're drugs, so it can be a happy surprise, as well.]

[OOC: If you want to thread with Gamzee, I'll have a thread for him down below. If you'd like to make a top-level comment for your character, go right ahead. If you want to totally ignore Gamzee and tag into other people's threads instead, be my guest! Have awkward, slime-enduced happy shenanigans all around. These kids need a damn pick-me-up, I swear.]

Comments

Gamzee

[hystericull]

[He's looking at you expectantly, gesturing to one of the many containers of sopor slime. Are you gonna eat that or not, bro?]

[colorfulbrilliance]

[Meiling had been wandering about and found the signs on the staircase. She had been puzzled but at the same time, figured she could at least go check it out. After the past week..she really needed something to do to try and forget about it for now.

So when she arrives on the floor, her confusion is easy to see, Although her expression slightly brightens when she sees Gamzee. She had been meaning to try and find him for a while now but..She just couldn't either find him or was too busy dealing with other things.]

I'm guessing this was your idea? It's been a while.

[hystericull]

[Confusion is an expression he's used to, so don't sweat it. Not that he would even recognize that expression right now, anyway. He's really far gone as a result of the numerous pies he'd already scarfed down, but a glimmer of faint recognition crosses his face.]

Ahhh, fuuuck...

[You can practically hear those rusty cogs turning in his rotten brain.]

You the homegirl what went all the fuck downstairs with us motherfuckers.

[The grin on his face is so wide, it's obvious he's impressed with himself for remembering.]

How the fuck you been up at, yo? Pop a squat with a brother and tell at him 'bout all that noise.

[He pats the space on the couch next to him. Even though he was laying down, he was thin enough to have some room for her to park herself if she desired.]

[colorfulbrilliance]

[That confusion turns into a smile as she heads over and takes a seat in the open bit of couch that she found, it helps that even thought she is mostly muscle, she is skinny as well. It takes her a moment to figure out what exactly was being sad before ]

I was there, yes. Although it didn't quite end as well as I hoped.

[She shakes her head at the memory before just giving a bit of a sad smile.]

I've been around..Mostly on the Graveyard floor tending to the graves of my fam-...friends. Trying to figure out what to do now I guess.

[She really didn't have much to say..other then that and dealing with the Admin's experiments and crazy ideas.]

[warriorscribe]

*Uh. What in the world...?*

...What is it? *It doesn't look or smell all that appetizing...even if it is very clearly edible concerning the troll's eaten so much of it, and they seem to eat everything humans do...*

[hystericull]

Magic pieee, my brother.

[Gamzee craned his head back over the couch even farther, lifting the pie tin from his stomach and holding it up towards Enoch, balanced in the palm of his hand. A sleepy grin spread across his face.]

Straight brought all the wicked fuckin' way up from a motherfucker's home digs, you feel me?

[warriorscribe]

*It...took him a second to parse what Gamzee had to say. This one was a little more eccentric in his words than the human one who had been here for a while...*

They're from your home? Is this what you normally eat? *He's...going to serve himself a thin little slice because it is offered food, and he isn't going to be rude.*

[planetcrusher]

[Y'know, she's still not sure what to make of this place. First horrifically disgusting nutrition bar based torture, thirty minute elevator rides and a bunch of confusion, then not!zombies, cake, and now clowns with mysteriously gelatinous pie? ...Somethin's gotta be up, but as fate would have it Makoto is a connoisseur in the matter of all things edible, meaning that for better or worse it's time to check out this so called "magic pie" firsthand! ... But this is nothing like she expected.

Encountering a sea of wriggling green goop and pie tins stretching out as far as the eye can see has a way of opening your eyes and making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, especially if you've got an uncontrollable metabolism coupled with a worrying amount of bravery EXACTLY for this sort of thing. Sure this stuff was kinda ... suspect - what sorta pie jiggles? - but she's willing to overlook that fact in the name of good ole' fashion SCIENCE. and hunger]

Ohmygod... It's even green flavor.

[Yeeeeup, she's completely and totally unaware of what that entails.]

[hystericull]

[It took a lot of energy out of the kid, but Gamzee managed to get himself up into a sitting position, peering over the back of the couch happily. He brought the pie he was working on up to rest on the cushion with his head, throwing his skinny gray arms over the back of the thing, as well, tilting his head at the girl like a dumb cat.]

Special motherfuckin' promotion all for just being today only, girl.

[He pauses to swirl a finger in the slime next to his face, bringing it up to his lips and taking a big, nasty lick.]

All wicked fuckin' green flavors goin' up on this gangsta's motherfucking tab, you dig? Be my fucking guest, yo.

[prayed]

[She was just making her way back up the tower, ready to ignore the signs, but the...unique redecorating job caught her eye. She lifts a cup of slime, sniffs at it, wrinkles her nose. It looks a little like Jello-O, but...]

Oi. Just how did you get a hold of all this?

[The fact that none of it could have come from the cafeteria, nor the presently closed restaurant is a bit concerning.]

[hystericull]

[Gamzee laughs a bit, kicking his legs up over the back of the couch (dirtying the upholstery quite a bit with his filthy sneakers in the process) and bending his head around the side of it to get a better view. He was long and lean and unnaturally flexible. And painted like a clown. Everything's normal, here.]

Why a motherfucker gotta be askin' on so many fuckin' different things when all the miracles she motherfuckin' need be starin' up in her right at the damn face?

[He grinned, popping a fingerful of slime in his mouth.]

[myblueskies]

[Romeo hadn't written back to Guy on the network because he was so mad but he had seen it, and the bad people had really been the baddest they had ever been.

So he flopped next to Gamzee, taking a cup of slime, he had had it before and it made his head go funny but it was actually kind of tasty and Gamzee liked it so it must be alright!]

[hystericull]

[There was a groove by Gamzee's stomach where the boy could easily fit, but the rest of the couch was taken up by sprawling, spindly troll limbs and baggy, polka-dotted pants. When Romeo plunked himself down, it dragged a laugh out of the clown boy, and he socked Romeo in the arm playfully.]

Fuuuuck, the fuck is up, my most wicked of little pink brothers? You got your take on all of the wicked shit I be up and handin' out?

[He raises a brow at the cup of slime in Romeo's hands.]

Hahahaha, good, good! Fuckin' wicked, bro.

[pushedaround]

[ Not really what he had in mind when he wanted to spend a few hours chilling in his favorite spot. All he could do is stand and stare down at his matesprit. High and out of his fucking mind. It was pointless to have any kind of conversation when he's like this.

Tavros sighed and settled on the other side of the couch. He reached for the remote and started playing some random movie. ]

I think you had enough, Gam. I don't want you to get sick in the morning.

[ He's not going through another hangover episode with you again. ]

[hystericull]

[The pie tin was practically thrown off of his stomach, as soon as Gamzee had felt the shift in weight on the couch enough to notice that another person had sat down. And not only that, but to notice that the person that had plunked themselves there was none other than the matesprit that he had been so sick over losing, and so angry over seeing having been made into some mindless drone?]

[High or not, the relief was insurmountable. The pie tins clattered around him as he shifted positions, rocking his woozy self upwards and falling over towards the other end of the couch. His hands grabbed legs that were organic, felt the rush of warm blood beneath them. His fuzzy, cross-eyes finally fixated on the face that he'd once believed he'd never see again. On his face was painted nothing but jubilation, and his smile was as wide and as stupidly happy as it could ever be.]

Hooooly fuck, you're back, brother! You're fuckin' here, dog!!!

[With a final surge forward, Gamzee released his hold on Tavros' legs in favor of throwing his arms around the boy and pressing his face into his neck. With some desperate squirming, he had halfway made himself into his lap in a tangle of legs.]

And I'm late..><;

[lightofhumanity]

[..chaos had not expected to see something like this when he entered the media floor. Out of some curiosity and an urge to listen to old music, chaos had wandered up here, but even in his universe, green pie was a bit suspicious. Gamzee's comments made chaos suspect that these were drug-filled pies..but it was nice to hear the person again, so he smiled at the person.]

Good afternoon, Gamzee. It is nice to see that you're doing well.

No worries! 0u0

[hystericull]

[Ah, this motherfucker! Gamzee recalled him from... somewhere... sometime... but the only memories he had of their encounter had been vague feelings of irritation and simultaneous confusion. Rocking his head back over the arm of the couch, he stared at chaos upside-down, an affectionate smile plastered on his face.]

Heyyyy, motherfucker.

[...]

I don't remember your name.

[sawthelockdown]

[Asako just...looks at the sopor pie and then back at Gamzee, confused.] According to the notes, the pies are magic. How does that work?

[hystericull]

[Sitting up from the couch he'd sprawled on, Gamzee's eyes are barely slits as he tries to make out the form of a girl in front of him.]

The fuck you all wanna know the secrets behind the magic pie, my motherfucker?

ACTUALLY MAKING A MINGLE THREAD too bad he's just kind of...a lump.

[warriorscribe]

*Gamzee talked him into eating some of this stuff. He didn't have much, since he was a little skeptical about eating slime, but apparently even an enhanced constitution can't ward against something so literally alien.

For the past week, he's barely slept for the modified coming into the room at random, worried about an attack in his sleep. Naturally, the first effect to hit him is the sedative one. He's passed out, slumped onto one of the beanbags, a trace of green on his bottom lip proof of the sopor as cause.

He'll occasionally twitch or mumble something. If shaken awake, he'll be coherent, but possibly a little clingy with people he cares for, and it will be hard to actually agitate him. You may have to wake him up before it gets dark...*

[tohko_amano]

[Tohko, who hadn't really seen many of the notes, had come up to the media floor with her notebook and pen to get some inspiration for the songs she had promised V/V and to edit the one she had already written. However..she wasn't expecting the huge mess or the suspiciously green pies, and she was just about to leave when she saw Enoch, asleep in a beanbag, some green on his lip.

While Tohko would have normally let him sleep there, the Tower was dangerous, and if he stayed here, he ran the risk of being attacked by a monster. Carefully, dodging empty pie tins and green messes, Tohko made her way over to Enoch and shook his shoulder as hard as she could.]

Enoch, wake up. If you're tired, you should sleep in your own bed. It's dangerous here.

[Of course, if he didn't wake up, she would try to drag him to his bed, hard as that might have been.]

[warriorscribe]

Mm... *It was the most vocalization she'd get out of him as his eyes fluttered open, gaze bleary, groggy. He blinked up at her a few times. Dangerous? Of course it wasn't, there were so many people here...*

[puppy_lancer]

[Well, if it isn't another familiar face. Lancer leans forward, looking down at Enoch.]

...Asleep?

[He mutters. He's a little jealous of Enoch, seen as how the man can sleep.]

[warriorscribe]

*More asleep than he's ever been in this tower. He doesn't even stir at Lancer's presence. In any other situation, it would have registered on some level. He's even snoring lightly...*

MINGLE LUMP

[sawthelockdown]

[So Gamzee's actually pretty good at talking people into eating the sopor pies.

...A little too good.

There is now a spacey Asako in a corner, staring at nothing in particular and smiling like a doof. Occasionally, she giggles or goes "whee~" for no good reason.

Welp.]