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towerofanimus2013-04-20 12:38 am
hystericull) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-20 12:38 am
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420-2 ♑ [four hundred twentieth honk part two: electric boogaloo]
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.]
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.]
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It is probably when you cannot recall old memories or when you cannot think to the best of your ability.
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Motherfucker, this brother ain't all gettin' his remember on of fuckin' shit all ain't no time of the motherfuckin' day or night - ain't no pie got nothin' to all up and fucking do with such fuckin' noise like what's that is.
[It's true - his memory was terrible on the slime and off of it, but that happened to be because years on the drug had permanently affected his brain, so the argument was pretty much void.]
If shit be important, it be fuckin' happening in front of my god damn face. No need to be all, like, recalling on motherfucking nothing, dog. You know?
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No, I do not. For even things that are not happening right in front of you can be important for later, if you remember them. Memories can help save quite a few lives, if you use them right.
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[He shrugged, deciding now to play devil's advocate.]
What if I ain't givin' no fuckin' shits on saving no damn lives?
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Like fuckin' what? Havin' bitches be dead what ain't me? Ain't too much a motherfuckin' hindrance, if you be askin' the shit all on me.
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Perhaps not, to you..but others stronger than you make take offense and come after you.
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[He laughed again. Even though his words were accusatory, he wasn't in any sort of negative mood. His fingers poked and prodded at chaos' stomach.]
People get their harsh on at you for all doin' that shit or something?
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It is not because you weren't living up to high standards..but killing people that others did care about.
[And he's just going to ignore that question for the moment. Or forever.]
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Mmm... ain't fuckin' cool to be stuck all without them motherfuckers what you up and be gettin' your jubilations on kickin' the shit with, for fuckin' sure.
[He won't notice the lack of response. He can hardly remember what questions he actually asked.]
You got a squishy belly.
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[Of course, sometimes, there were times one couldn't avoid violence..but a person should strive to make those moments few and far between, if he could help it. At the last comment, chaos smiled a little.]
Perhaps. What of it?