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[p2iioniicii2t]

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. ]

Comments

[420]

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

Oh! Yeah. I'm down with that.

[p2iioniicii2t]

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

And what is it that you would desire?

[ This could take a while. ]

[420]

You got any faygo?

[This should not come as a surprise.]

[p2iioniicii2t]

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. ]

[420]

[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.

[p2iioniicii2t]

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?

[420]

[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.