♑ Many small boxes and Maruzee

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Who: Troll kids and anyone who wants to join
When: Saturday, May 26, in the early afternoon
Where: The Land of Boxes and Joy
Style: Whichever.
Status: Open, feel free to threadjack and use it as a general mingling log.



[Boxes. Boxes! So many boxes.

Gamzee knows how these boxes got here --miracles!-- and for what reason --mating! cause that is what all animals on tv do when they come together in large groups which clearly means that in a few weeks they will hear the pitter-patter of little matchboxes-- but he has no idea what he is doing. Well. He is building. Duh. But he has no idea what it will be. He figures the boxes will just let him know once he is done building. So far he's got a stack of boxes put together in the centre and the starts of a haphazard wall surrounding them. Could be anything really.

But it is totally a boxfort.]

Comments

[withoutasign]

"I do." Signless smiles at Gamzee. "How does the Vast Honk happen? What makes it start?"

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He laughs a little. "Brother if I could be telling you that exactly I'd be having them wicked Cardinannihilators dropping the strictest of fuckin' beats in my name."

[withoutasign]

"Fair enough." Signless chuckles with him. "How about the Carnival? What do you believe that will be like?"

[420]

"Amazing. Just all us bros chilling together in nothing but the best tents, hanging out with Them. Nothing but sweet faygo and raining stardust. We all gonna be right fuckin' happy there." He sighs a little looking happy. Yep. Clown Shangri-la. Perfect.

[withoutasign]

"It sounds nice." Signless is quiet for awhile, stacking a few boxes and letting Gamzee daydream. "Is it only believers in the Mirthful Messiahs who go to the Carnival? Or do nonbelievers go there too?"

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"I'm thinking like any motherfucker good goes there." He leans back on his hands to look at him. "Like, there are all brother what got their belief on what still gonna be going to the fuckin' pit for ain't living right, you get? So I am all thinking there gonna be some wicked non-believers that be living their life good that can go to the Carnival. Ain't like they gonna keep on being missbelievers when they up and see the Messiahs, yeah?"

Well, that is what he figures. How can you not believe when you see that kinda godliness in front of your snout?

[withoutasign]

Signless just smiles. He gets it, he really does, and not for the first time, he wishes this gentle soul could have been born into his own time, that they could have met then.

"That's a lovely sentiment, Gamzee. I'm beginning to think that your Carnival and my neverending light are not that different."

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"Yeah? What's it like? Your light, I mean." His face is curious. As devoted as he is to the Mirthful Messiahs, hearing about how other people experience the miracles never seemed like a bad thing to him.

[withoutasign]

"Peaceful. And beautiful. Imagine being able to see every color, all at once, and not be blinded. And you can dance in that light until the end of time, and never know hunger, or thirst, or exhaustion." Signless' face softens; he's somewhere far away. "Those you loved are there with you, and you can dance together and wait for everyone else who hasn't yet arrived."

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Gamzee's mouth just drops open a little as he listens. He can almost imagine miracles like that happening. Don't even sound too different from his Carnival. Just less tents. "Woah. That all sounds... it sounds amazing."

[withoutasign]

Signless is sure there's room in the neverending light for a few tents. "It is. And it's waiting for all of us, along with your Carnival."

Is it hug time? It's totally hug time!

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Isn't it always hug time? It is for Gamzee at least. He happily curls into the heat of Signless' body, more or less tucking his face against his hair. Sorry, dude, it is not Gamzee's fault you are kinda short.

"Man, all you bros are like real fuckin' miracles feeling so fuckin' hot to this brother."

[withoutasign]

He's completely used to it. Just don't get any snot or anything in his hair, please.

"Heh, I know. When we were traveling around Alternia, we passed some cold nights up in the mountains. Everyone would always huddle on me because I was the warmest."

[420]

No snot. Probably some paint though. The danger of hugging clowns.

"You and Karkat both, bro. Just all like the warmest motherfuckin' thing I can up and be wrapping my arms around."

[withoutasign]

Signless chuckles and pats Gamzee on the back.

"Can you tell me about your Messiahs now?"

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He settles back comfortably.

"Certain a thing a motherfucker can all be doing. Anything you got your gander on for knowing here, my brother?"

[withoutasign]

"Everything. I really don't know anything about them."

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He laughs a little, rubbing the back of his neck. "Just don't up and know where to start. They are kinda a big fuckin' deal."

[withoutasign]

Signless will try and narrow it down a little, then. "Well, can you explain to me who they are? All I know about them is that they're called the Mirthful Messiahs; I don't even know their names."

Mysterious clown cults, man.

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"I ain't all being sure if they done got names. Not by knowing they do. They just be the fuckin' Messiahs, you know? They ain't the kinda bros you greet by name."

[withoutasign]

"Okay." Signless settles back on his hands, looking up at the sky. "What do you think they're like? If you could meet them, what do you think they'd say to you?"

[420]

"I can't all be knowing that. They be way bigger than what all goes on in one brother's pan. But..." He pauses for a moment, chewing his lip. "I all hope like they'll up and tell me I done good."

[withoutasign]

Awwww, sweetie... Signless scoots closer and tries to toss a companionable arm over Gamzee's shoulders. "I think you've done well."