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

[warriorscribe]

A...miracle. *Yeah, he's...fairly certain this is some sort of drug just from the way Gamzee's behaving and talking about it, but those things are almost literally as old as humanity. Enoch's no stranger to the idea, nor is he necessarily opposed in any moral sense(as such moral sense hadn't really developed yet beyond the practical knowledge that it could interfere in life if abused) - it was just hard to work or fight under their influence, so he rarely had any.*

It's generous of you to share it. *And he's...going to try to eat it. He'll succeed in keeping it down if the texture or flavor disagree with him, considering he's had to resort to a few unpleasant survivalist extremes in his lifetime...*

[hystericull]

[The sopor was bitter and sour at once, and even though it was a natural substance, the taste was a bit chemical. Gamzee had taken the time to bake it, so most of the edge of the tang and flavor had been cut down. The potency, however, remained the same. It was a strong hallucinogen, and the effects depended solely on the user's tolerance for the substance. Gamzee had already been three tins in, and it was likely that his experience would match that of Enoch's, now. Having had a strong dependency on it for years meant that he'd needed quite a bit to get the dulling sedation he craved right now.]

What good be the fuckin' miracles if, like... a brother all ain't bein' motherfucking able to... like... get the spread out of them on with his other bros?

[His speech was slow and slurred, but not unintelligible. All the while, he kept a sleepy grin on his face, watching Enoch with wavering eyes.]

Bitchin', ain't it, motherfucker?

[warriorscribe]

*It didn't help any that Enoch was sleep-deprived as it was. What had relaxed Gamzee was likely to see Enoch sound asleep soon enough. Though, he'd need a little time, of course, unless sopor was alien enough to completely bypass the way digestion worked.*

It's...unusual. *The chemical flavor in particular was what got to him, it wasn't like any food he'd tasted before...*

[hystericull]

[It worked like any other drug. If ingested, it took some time to be absorbed into the bloodstream, where it would travel to the brain. Shooting up slime would obviously result in a quicker high, but that was a method Gamzee had never even thought of.]

Mmm, it's a fuckin' taste what's peeps be all to like at calling... uhhh... "acquired".

[He laughed, although it wasn't particularly a joke.]

But the miracles be what you really be after. You see them bitches yet, motherfucker?

[warriorscribe]

I only just ate it. I'm certain the "miracles" aren't immediate.

*His tone is pleasant as he busies himself with finding a spot to sit down. If he seems a little out of it already, it's the poor sleep rather than the sopor. Eventually he sinks into a beanbag.*

[hystericull]

Nah, nah... 's why you all be gotta eatin' up at motherfuckin' some more, yo.

[Yes, pound sopor until the effects just blast you straight in the brain. It was his favorite approach, as evidenced by the wake of destroyed pies he'd left. Couldn't even take drugs conventionally.]

[Absently, he twirled a tin on his fingertips.]

What's got a motherfucker lookin' all motherfuckin' scraggly and weary like you is?

[warriorscribe]

There are similar things on Earth, I know it only takes time...

*A quiet yawn he stifles into the back of his hand.* This past week. I could hardly sleep for the affected all around us...

[hystericull]

[Gamzee's face falls for a moment before it picks right back up.]

Mmm, yeah. Ain't no use gettin' your attempt on at all, like, catchin' no motherfuckin' z's with what shit got to go the fuck down, and stuff.

[A laugh.]

But that what the slime be for, brother! Cure-all, messiah's fuckin' truth, it all is. Have a fuckin' resty on me, yo.

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch is starting to feel at ease, either because the sopor is taking effect, or because the conversation is driving the point home that it's finally over and he can rest.*

Mm...I don't doubt it will help me rest...

mass subject line saying i'm hiatusing and will be back 5/20! ♥

[hystericull]

[Hell, Gamzee's not going to keep a brother up if he wants to catch forty winks. He simply shrugs and tosses Enoch one of the pillows from the couch.]

Sweet dreams, motherfucker.