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Gamzee Makara ([personal profile] 420) wrote in [community profile] vatheon2012-07-29 08:32 pm

♑ > I'm forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air.

Who: Gamzee ([personal profile] 420) & you
Where: The plaza
When: Afternoon
Style: anything goes
Status: Open!


[Anyone that might visit the coral today might notice that the plaza is really... bubbly. And not in the happy cheerful mood way. Well, maybe that too, but really it is literally bubbly, filled with big fat bubbles floating lazily on the air until they eventually pop in mid air. Or against buildings. Or people.

Or are eaten by a busily honking goose wandering around the plaza. There is that too.

The cause of all the bubbles is sitting calmly, contently, on the edge of the fountain, one leg tucked underneath him, an army worth of bubble wands and soap water next to him. Bubble wands are really not an Alternian thing at all --what battle-focused, cut throat society would go through the trouble of discovering bubble wands?-- and this new discovery has left Gamzee pleased as pie. Occasionally he reaches up, popping a few bubbles with his claws, before adding more to the air.

Anyone, of course, is free to join him. In fact, if Gamzee happens to be your buddy, he might very well have send a text earlier stating nothing else but 'BuBbLeS! MoThErFuCkIn bUbBlEs **eVeRyWhErE**!'. Today is exciting, ok?]
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[personal profile] trust_the_fuckhead 2012-08-06 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thanks to miracles of chemistry I should have the focus of a tiger shark and the mind of a Sumatran warchief." He says, flopping over on to his back. "I am undone. The drugs are shit."

"When the chemicals don't keep my interest in the world, what can be done? There's wickeness here. There has to be. In every collection of sentient beings the evil and wicked will be there, and I can't fucking find them." Spider ends that babble of speech with a guttural yell, throwing the branch high into the air. Following the laws of nature it falls back on his face.