Glamour Failure

[animusmods]

Characters: any
Setting: all around the Tower
Format: any/party-style
Summary: A general mingle log for the reaction to the beginning of the Idealism event.
Warnings: PG-13; please include any more detailed warnings in your threads if necessary

Comments

[nottheonly]

Then why did you ask for it to begin with?

[hystericull]

[Exasperated, he threw his arms out before him.]

THIS REALLY THE MOTHERFUCKIN' TIME FOR THIS!?

[Before long, however, the chip had sedated him once more, and he found it in him to answer.]

Thought I all didn't have no motherfuckin' choice on it.

[nottheonly]

[She shrugs.]

You're right. It's the wrong time. So what are you gonna do now?

[hystericull]

[He growled. It was a short, curt noise, and it left him staring at his wirey hands.]

A motherfucker never all know on what all it is he is got to fuckin' be at doin' til it all presents its fuckin' ass at him like the miracle it all was meant to motherfuckin' up and be.

[terreifying]

So you're gonna wait until Ruana bares her bum, and then kick her there?

[hystericull]

[Gamzee laughed most heartily at this, honking in delight at the image it projected, and in the twisted way his words were misinterpreted.]

Fuckin' all exactly what I'm motherfuckin' meaning to be doing, dog.

[terreifying]

[She gives him a thumbs up.]

Let's make her really howl.