♑ > Gamzee and the big big big world.

[420]

Who: Mousezee, and anyone that wants to hang out with a tiny little mouse.
When: All week.
Where: Allll over the bubble, check individual threads for more details.
Style: I prefer [], but I can roll with what you got.
Status: Open


[All throughout the week, dear Vatheon, you might find a tiny little mouse skittering around in this great big ol' world. Luckily someone, at some point, put a tiny little shirt on him to make it rather clear that this is no ordinary mouse, it's someone who got really unlucky during the latest curse.

Well... unlucky. Actually, Gamzee doesn't mind it too much! It is fun scurrying around, peeking in everything. The world looks like an entirely different sort of place now. All the food is giant and that certainly is fun. And sometimes he just sits there like woah, man. Man. Maaaaan have you seen this fuckin' tail? What even, man. What even.

Too bad there are so many cats around.]


[ooc: Okay, rather than make a bunch of small, individual logs, Vatheon, consider this your one go-to point if you want to hang out with Gamzee this week. He'll be all over the place, so the sky is the limit. You can also drop me a line if you wanna hash out something more exact first.

plz don't eat]

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[flyingdreams]

[Mrs. Brisby was, as expected, downstairs and right outside her home. She's carefully taken the curtains down and wrapped them around herself, shivering a bit.]

I will never... get used to so little fur!

[Huff huff okay perhaps she could borrow some clothes from her son? At least, until she could find something more comfortable.]

Gamzee?

[420]

[So. Stairs.

Stairs are pretty much a pain an a half to navigate when he is his own self --they are dangerous, you know, you're warned-- but now that he is all tiny the stairs just seem like a hurdle too great for him. But he's got a momma to check up on and a self to show off a little --maybe the curse will have missed her and they'll be able to hug, that'd be nice-- so down the stairs he goes.

It seems to take forever to climb down each step in turn, and he nearly manages to make it to the end before his grip slips on one of the steps and he tumbles down the rest of them.]

Oww.

[flyingdreams]

[Luckily, mice can handle long falls just fine without injury. She heard the voice, but didn't hear the size of crash she expected... so she turns to look, and sure enough;]

Gamzee!

[She wanders over, scooping him up into her hands.]

There you are. So you became a mouse. Are you alright?

[420]

[It is a good thing because clowns tend to get into a lot of crashes.

He shakes his head wildly, large ears flopping around his face, before he just smiles up at her.]

Good as good gets. I guess the magic didn't all pass up on you.

[He isn't too disappointed. In fact, having a caretaker much larger than him is something he is very used to. The ol' goat had always been giant too.]

[flyingdreams]

No, I suppose it didn't. Still...

[She runs her fingers over his head, petting him affectionately. He was so tiny, for once...]

...you make a very handsome mouse, Gamzee.

[420]

[He seems to swell under her affectionate touches --well, as much as a mouse his size can swell-- pushing his head into the touch of her fingers, his eyes sliding shut.]

You don't look any sort of weird yourself.

[He bets she'd look even better as a troll. Trolls just were more handsome than humans but that is not something any human could be blamed one. They were still their own sort of miracles!]

[flyingdreams]

Well, I suppose I can take that as a compliment. I'm sure there'll come a day where I look like you.

[Precious baby Gamzee... she keeps brushing his hair out of his face with her fingertips, positively beaming.]

Do you suppose I could borrow some of your clothes, before I go out? Human skin is quite chilly.

[420]

[Maybe if he will roll onto his back she'll rub his belly too.... must try sometime this week.]

I don't got to posing any sorts of objections at that. I ain't being in the business of wearing them this week anyway.

[flyingdreams]

Ah, well, you can certainly borrow my cloak, if you like. It's always fairly nice temperature-wise, but it's more helpful to keep people from letting their pets try and eat you.

[She'll just... go up these steps.

Wow steps are weird.]

[420]

[He skitters over to the edge of her hand, holding onto her fingers as he peers down.]

You okay? You gotta fuckin' watch those. They can be a real danger to a troll's health.

[flyingdreams]

Yes, I am sure of that... here.

[She'll just put you onto her shoulder and climb up the stairs on all fours. Yeah, that'll be easier.]

[420]

[Yes good. That is much better! And Gamzee doesn't care about how silly it might look. Whatever, man. Looks just be looks and whoever got all caught up on them needed to chill more.

He pats the side of her head with a small paw, holding on tightly with his other ones.]

Almost there.

[flyingdreams]

[Aaaaaand they make it!]

Well! That wasn't as difficult. Let's see... where do you keep your clean clothes?

[420]

[He points a tiny little paw at one of the door.]

Mine and Equius' respiteblock. There.

[Hopefully Mrs Brisby is prepared to view the room of a couple of teenage boys who both aren't too neat.

.... at least they have very nice posters? Horses and clowns and stuff.]

[flyingdreams]

[She is not prepared, and she gasps loudly.]

Gamzee! When you change back, you and Equius better clean this room up, young man!

[420]

[His ears flatten and his tail droops. He normally isn't all too in command of his body language, but right now in a new body with all these odd new body parts, he gives away his every thought.]

Aight, aight.

[It isn't even that bad! Just cause there are some towels laying around and robot parts and random boy things and empty faygo bottles and the bed is never really made and man, that is a bunch of dust on the shelves, okay, maybe it is that bad.]

[flyingdreams]

I mean it! Don't you forget, either! Ugh, you could choke yourself on this dust!

[She'll gingerly step over the mess.]

Are your clean clothes in your drawers?

[420]

[They'd probably break their necks on the junk first, but that hasn't happened yet so it seems like a silly thing to worry about.]

Yeah. That one. [He points.] The other one be belonging on my babe.

[flyingdreams]

[Ugh. She digs through the drawers, looking for his larger shirt and putting it on, followed by his pants.]

Okay, that will do. Let's go get you my cape, now.

[420]

[Man, his clothes look kind of ridiculously huge on her, don't they. That surely is the downside of being kind of freakishly tall.]

You sure? Hey, I think we got some better fitting duds, for sure.

[flyingdreams]

It's alright, I'll get something for myself. I'd rather wear a dress, after all.

Okay...

[Alright, now down the stairs. BAH... she sort of hops her way down, managing to keep stable.]

--Phew! It's so hard to balance when I'm so heavy and don't have a tail.

[420]

[Stairs should be forbidden. What if they would just get a big slide? Slides would be great.]

You just gotta be gettin' a feel at it. And when you trip over your hooves, you just get up again no biggie. Ain't nobody what gotta judge.

[flyingdreams]

[But then getting upstairs would be hard.]

I'm sure that no one would really laugh at me. That would be fairly rude, and really, my situation is very understandable.

[420]

[What if an elevator though?]

Aww, sometimes peeps get to spewing all sorts of harshnasties at a bro, but yeah, you just gotta shrug that crap off. Words ain't but noises what can't hurt you anyway.

[flyingdreams]

[That would be nice, yes.]

Hmm... I don't agree... words can be very hurtful. It's the intent behind them that can be harmful.