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Who: Psiioniic and others
When: throughout the week
Where: Coral Corral 5 and Feferi's home
Style: Assorted
Status: Closed-ish, open to people that have a reason to be at the house.

[ It's good to be out of the Larmline Apartments. No bombs, no stabbings, no random shocking violence to worry about out in the Coral Corral neighborhood as far as Psiioniic knows.

So it's about time they started getting things settled in finally.

Painting, gardening, cleaning up-- they're all valid places to catch the creepy old troll at work meticulously performing all these tasks.

Or, alternately, talking to bees, watching tv, or cooking. Hey, being a free troll has its perks. ]

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Aight, just getting your chill on then. Good.

[That is what you call staring at a wall right?

And being that this is Gamzee, he doesn't even notice the repeated sentence. And if he would have, he wouldn't have mentioned it. Instead he hefts the pie up a little higher.]

I did all got my reminder on for promising you and your bros some tits slices of pie all for getting your move on.

I find pursuit of 'chill' to be an adequate use of time.

[ That noted, he peers at the pie. What is that exactly? Is it safe? He's unsure, but definitely not so impolite as to bring up such concerns.

He makes an awkward, stilted gesture that is meant to be welcoming. ]

If I may welcome you to this hive properly, you could perhaps tell me of this pie?

[It's cool. Gamzee takes any gesture as welcoming. Even a raised middle prong.]

Sure thing that be a thing what I can all be about to be doing here.

[He loves talking pie.]

[ Talking pie is an excellent hobby. Psii leads the way into the kitchen, pulling out a chair with his psionics for the highblood child to sit in. ]

May I get you a form of fluid replenishment?

[Aww shit man, that's so cool. Gamzee is in fact so distracted by the chair, and then just sort of confused by Psii's long words that he doesn't quite catch his question.]

Huh?

[ Psii stops, canting his head to the side. ]

To drink?

[ Did he do something wrong? ]

[No. Gamzee is just bad at conversations sometimes.]

Oh! Yeah. I'm down with that.

[ Well, good. That makes two of them incapable of coherent conversation. ]

And what is it that you would desire?

[ This could take a while. ]

You got any faygo?

[This should not come as a surprise.]

That is obtainable.

[ Be prepared to be amazed!

Well, no, it shouldn't be that surprising that the hippies started stocking horrifying indigo cultist beverages. Psii floats out a two-liter of purple sugary nightmares, and gets a plastic cup from the cabinets because he doesn't trust his breakable glasses in the paws of the endearing youth.

There, one glass of cold faygo right at the table. ]

[wow. Gamzee can handle a glass, okay! It is Equius who can't.

He still gives him a grateful smile though, setting the pie down next to the glass on the table.]

Thanks.

You are welcome. [ Like he'd even give Equius a cup of cultist soda, he'd be too busy hiding under something. And no way is he trusting a stoned teenager with glassware, that is just a terrible combination. ]

May I ask what it is that this pie is?

[Not stoned, medicated!

and also stoned.]

Fuckin' delicious is what it is. Some real choice dish to all get you on your settling in at.

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