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

[420]

Who: Gamzee (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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[trust_the_fuckhead]

"Fuck!" Spider yells again, jumping to his feet, clutching his crotch.

"I know you're out there, you fucking animals! I can feel you! I can feel you in my balls. I will find you, oh yes, and visit upon you great and terrible goddamn vengeance for your misdeeds and evils ways!" He calms down now, the outburst sapping his strength. His hands drop and hang lifelessly at his sides. He turns, looking at the troll like it's the first time he's really noticed him sitting there.

"Who're you?"

[420]

Focus of a tiger shark and mind of a sumatran warchief? Gamzee knows what tiger sharks are though they had never seemed more focused than other fish, but a sumwhatran warchief? Was that some sort of earth subjugglator.

Wow. The idea of earth having subjugglators is genuinely a little sad.

Okay. Okay. Drugs. He gets drugs. Drugs are-- oh god why did he just throw that branch? And then it hit him in the bulge. Gamzee feels a moment of sympathy. He'd been hit in the bulge before. It kind of fuckin' hurts.

He watches the whole thing with rounded, uncertain eyes and when Spider asks him for his name it actually takes him a few. Finally he snaps to attention. "I'm Gamzee... uh, I didn't all like... got what you was fronting at a motherfucker there. Sorry."

[trust_the_fuckhead]

Spider takes a seat on the bench, looking a bit more composed, though still quite haggard. One hand starts rubbing his temple.

"Sorry about that, Gamzee. I'm... a bit messed up. Getting better. Name's Spider."

[420]

"It's cool." He gives Spider a smile that surely is trying to convey that yeah this is cool. Gamzee's cool with his little strange outburst. And if anything he understands being a little bit messed up. "Can't all say like a motherfucker doesn't get to being like that hisself sometimes."