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♑ | Gamzee and beach parties!

[The first part of this post is a network text, backdated slightly to yesterday.]

AiGhT, lIkE, i hAd mE SoMe hElLa sWeEt pLaN AlL FoRmInG In mY PaN HeRe wHaT I WaNnA PuT To yOu pEePs, So iF YoU CoUlD Be aS To lEnD Me yOuR MoThErFuCkIn hEaRdUcTs tHaT'D Be cOoL.
So
A MoThErFuCkEr cOuLdN'T HeLp bUt gEt hIs nOtIcE On fOr wHaT SoRt oF BiTcHtItS WeAtHeR We'vE BeEn bLeSsEd wItH.
GeTs a bRoThEr aLl sOrTs oF In tHe rIgHt fUcKiN MoOd fOr cHiLlIn oN ThE BeAcH AnD FiNdInG HiS WiCkEd zOnE, yOu gEt mE, cAuSe sHiT If tHeRe aIn't aLl bEiNg nO PlAcE BeTtEr tHaN ThE MoThErFuCkIn bEaCh fOr sPeNdInG YoU TiMe aT
BuT ThEn i wAs tHiNkInG LiKe, MoThErFuCk, I CoUlD Up aNd bE SpEnDiNg tHaT SwEeT TiMe oN My mOtHeRfUcKiN LoNeSoMe, FeElInG LiKe sOmE KiNdA GrEeDyTiTtIeD NiNa sTeAlInG Up aLl a tHoSe bEaUtIfUl mIrAcLeS FoR MySeLf.
Or i cOuLd iNvItE YoU BrOs aLoNg
So, ToMoRrOw i'm gOnNa fUcKiN ChIlL AlL DaY On tHe bEaCh aNd aNy oF YoU MoThErFuCkErS WhAt wAnTs tO BuIlD SoMe sIcKnAsTy pArTy wItH A BrO ShOuLd dRoP On bY AnD ThEn mAyBe wE CaN AlL HaVe sOmE FuCkIn fUn tOgEtHeR.
:o)

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[True to Gamzee's word, on Sunday afternoon, there is indeed stuff on the beach fit for a beach party. Which, lets all be honest here, is something we should congratulate him on cause the chances of him forgetting a party he suggested in the first place are about 42.0% .

It is very clearly not a strictly organized beach party however. A variety of beach related things (seriously, the shopkeepers were hella awesome here and had gladly helped Gamzee bring up a whole load of shit he hadn't even known existed) lay strewn on the sand, everything from beach balls to small, colourful shovels for sand castle building (no buckets, wow, what was he, some kinda perv?) to various drink coolers stocked with faygo, faygo, some more faygo, and just for the people wanting something different, some faygo too.

Hope you like faygo.

Or brought your own drinks.

But seriously, anything you might need to have fun at a beach party is there (except, as mentioned, tiny plastic buckets, please this is a very culturally sensitive beach party) up to a few surf boards, even. So grab whatever you want, find a friend or make a new one, and have some fun.]

[ooc: Please treat this post as your general mingle log! Gamzee invited everybody, so come on up, grab a cold faygo and have fun.]

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[Kurloz is unfortunately high enough up along the shore that both Lloyd and the wave don't crash into him. Lloyd's still managed to attract his attention, though, because he's just staring rather blankly.]

[The wave hits the shore with a thunderous crash and all the spray a teenage boy could hope for. It isn't until the water has settled and receded that Lloyd even notices he has an audience. He blinks, then shrugs it off, since the guy isn't saying anything. Trudging back to shore, he grabs the starfish he just beached and - plop! - in it goes into his bucket.

Lloyd: 1
Starfish: 0

When a glance shows that the guy is still staring, though, Lloyd lifts his hand to wave.

Wait, is that a clown?]

[That is, in fact, a clown. Or a mime. Or some unholy combination of both. He's still kind of staring at the bucket, but he does wave back, and come closer.]

[That's all the invitation Lloyd needs to try to strike up a conversation. The teen grins at Kurloz.]

Hi! I'm Lloyd!

[He glances toward the bucket that the troll - yes, obviously a troll, now that he's closer and Lloyd can see that the horns are not just part of his costume - is clearly interested in, then around the rest of the beach. Huh. Now that he notices, there aren't many buckets on the beach today. Or almost any. Strange. But that makes it easier to guess why the troll clown is interested in his.]

Did you want to use my bucket?

[Kurloz nods when Lloyd introduces himself, but he doesn't return the favor. It's kind of hard to do that when you can't talk. Fortunately, Lloyd's next sentence stops him from having to think about how to return the favor. As soon as Lloyd says it, Kurloz shakes his head and makes a pretty forceful 'no' gesture.]

[Lloyd hasn't yet looked close enough to realize that those sewn-shut lips aren't just makeup. That's why when Kurloz shakes his head but doesn't say anything, Lloyd blinks in confusion before asking another question.]

Oh. So, uh, you wanted the starfish?

[He reaches down to pick the bucket up, then holds it out within Kurloz's reach.

Poor Kurloz. Lloyd has no idea what this might look like to him.]

[Kurloz actually facepalms, just barely light enough to keep from smudging his facepaint. When he moves his hand away, he shakes his head again.]

[Okay, definitely not what the guy wants. Lloyd might not be the best at picking up subtle clues, but facepalming is pretty hard to miss. But if it's not the bucket and it's not the starfish, then what? And why hasn't he just come out and said it?

Frowning, Lloyd finally looks, really looks into the clown troll's face, only to straighten, shocked.]

Wait, what happened to your mouth?!

[Reactions like that are the best. It's Kurloz's favorite part of having his mouth closed like this. He smiles broadly, a smile that only puts the stitching on display, then mimics zipping his mouth closed.]

[That smile is not helping, Kurloz! It's all Lloyd can do not to draw back in horror and disgust.]

Someone sewed it shut?!

[His hand drops to his waist, fumbling for a knife that he doesn't have with him. Knives aren't something you go swimming with.]

Dammit! Here, come with me. I'll find a knife to help you cut the thread.

[Kurloz puts up his hands in a "stop" gesture, and shakes his head. Really, Lloyd, there's no need! He points to his mouth, then points at his own chest. He did it himself. If he hadn't, he wouldn't be acting so silly about it, would he?]

[What? No, he can't be saying what it looks like he's saying. Why would someone sew their own mouth shut? That would be insane.]

If you want to cut it yourself, that's fine, but we still need to find a knife or a pair of scissors or something you can cut it with. Ouch, that looks like it has to hurt a lot!

[Kurloz grabs Lloyd with one hand. Then, when he's absolutely certain he's got his attention, he shakes his head again, then covers his mouth with his other hand. There'll be no getting a knife on his stitches.]

[Lloyd stares. Sorry, he can't help it, but this isn't making any sense.]

You don't... want those stitches cut?

[There's clear disbelief spread across his face. That can't be what he's saying.

Can it?]

[This time he nods, though he doesn't take his hand off of his mouth yet, just in case. Wouldn't want Lloyd trying to get them off and get the secret of it out of him. He still looks faintly amused, though.]

[Even though he'd asked the question, he hadn't really been expecting confirmation.]

Wha- Why?

[Lloyd, that's a stupid question to ask someone whose lips have been sewn shut.]

How can you even eat if your mouth is like that?!

[Once again, Kurloz mimics zipping his mouth closed. Why else would a person do it, other than not wanting to talk? He's just being very insistent about it.

The second question is an easier one to answer, at least. He pulls out a straw seemingly from out of nowhere.]

[For having his mouth sewn shut, Kurloz is still really good at communicating. Doesn't mean Lloyd isn't still staring at him, though.]

If you don't want to talk, then just don't talk. You didn't have to hurt yourself like that just for something like that.

[Well, at least Kurloz isn't starving to death, but...]

Don't you miss solid food?

[As much as Lloyd loves food, he can't quite comprehend this.]

[He's this good at communicating by choice. Some questions you don't want to have asked over and over again, so the answers get pretty easy to give. If he wanted to, he could just answer all of them by flipping Lloyd off.

He shakes his head. He really doesn't. He spent a long time before he came here not even having to eat, he's perfectly fine with that mostly continuing. He taps his mouth, then gives a little thumbs-up. He's happy with the way things are.]

[Lloyd's mouth opens, but nothing comes out. What do you say to something like that?

He's crazy. That's really the only conclusion that can be made. Crazy.

But alive and apparently happy?]

If you're sure you're okay...

[There's still a doubtful note in his voice, but he'll let it drop for the moment.]

So how do you tell people your name?

[Hey now, that's rude. Pretty much true, but rude. Don't let him know you reached that conclusion, Lloyd.

Telling people his name? He waves a hand, because it's easy. In a moment, he has his SFC out, and scrolls through the list of residents. Once he's gotten to the right spot, he holds it up for Lloyd to see, and points at the entry that says "Kurloz Makara."]

[Don't worry, Lloyd's lips are sealed.

Figuratively.

At least for now, anyway. He has a tendency to blurt things out without thinking sometimes, but at least he's holding that thought back for the moment.

He blinks and looks at the offered SFC, reading the name displayed.]

Huh. I didn't think about using your SFC like that. That's pretty smart! Kurloz, huh?

[Setting the bucket down, he holds out his hand.]

Nice to meet you!

[Strange, but nice.]

[At least he sets down the bucket, though Kurloz gives it another little look before reaching out to shake Lloyd's hand, and he nods to show that he returns the sentiment. Mostly.]

[Questions of sanity set aside for the moment, Lloyd's attention and curiosity turn back to his original question, and he lets go of Kurloz's hand.]

So, what did you want? You know, when you came over.

[Not his bucket, not the starfish.]

Or were you just saying hi?

[Kurloz shrugs again, but nods. He wasn't, really, but agreeing to that is much easier than trying to communicate "you're carrying around what is considered, in my culture, a symbol of sex and/or imminent death."]

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