♑ > Gamzee and the big big big world.

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Who: Mousezee, and anyone that wants to hang out with a tiny little mouse.
When: All week.
Where: Allll over the bubble, check individual threads for more details.
Style: I prefer [], but I can roll with what you got.
Status: Open


[All throughout the week, dear Vatheon, you might find a tiny little mouse skittering around in this great big ol' world. Luckily someone, at some point, put a tiny little shirt on him to make it rather clear that this is no ordinary mouse, it's someone who got really unlucky during the latest curse.

Well... unlucky. Actually, Gamzee doesn't mind it too much! It is fun scurrying around, peeking in everything. The world looks like an entirely different sort of place now. All the food is giant and that certainly is fun. And sometimes he just sits there like woah, man. Man. Maaaaan have you seen this fuckin' tail? What even, man. What even.

Too bad there are so many cats around.]


[ooc: Okay, rather than make a bunch of small, individual logs, Vatheon, consider this your one go-to point if you want to hang out with Gamzee this week. He'll be all over the place, so the sky is the limit. You can also drop me a line if you wanna hash out something more exact first.

plz don't eat]

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Gamzee & Karkat; Locked

[420]

[At some point after getting up, and realizing the whole transformation, as well as the various transformations of his hive mates, Gamzee has come to the conclusion that he really should let Karkat know about alla this. While he'd normally just send off a quick message, typing on his SFC like this seems like a daunting task. The keys are simply far too big for a small mousey like him. Especially while keeping to his normal quirk.

Thankfully Karkat lives close by though. And besides, if he shows up there in, uh, person, Karkat can't think he is messing with him.

The normally short and quick distance between their respective hives takes much longer to cross, especially with Gamzee still trying to adjust to having four paws to run on. The whole trek gives him an odd sort of twitchiness. As if being outside in so much open space is just a really freaky thing to do.

Eventually though, he manages to make it there, and luck has it that there is just enough room underneath the door for him to shove his head through along with his body. Nearly tripping over the suddenly giantic welcoming mat, Gamzee slowly makes his way into the hive, marvelling a little at how different everything looks now, belatedly putting his little paws to his mouth to call out.]

Best friend?

[bethehugejerk]

[When Gamzee sneaks under the door and calls out for Karkat, he's in the food preparation block. However much he'd like to be routinely making himself a sandwich, however, he... can't right now. That would involve opening packages and containers, and putting layers together neatly, and possibly operating a knife - and that's if he could even pry the thermal hull open. Instead, he's perched atop the counter, pawing away at a cupboard door. He's going to open this thing, just you wait.]

[The downside of this is that, when the sound reaches him the front of the hive, it's not clear. He heard something, he's sure! It's just that with the distance not helping (though his hearing certainly isn't worse as a cat), and the sound of his own pawing covering the details, he misses the exact words.]

[The pawing stops. It couldn't be Eridan, he's sure, with all his ungainly waddling around. He is prodded to investigate by his own curiosity - and strange feline instinct. A soft thump of paws sounds as he lands on the floor. He doesn't just trot on out of the kitchen; instinct again prods him, this time to be quieter, sneakier, to wait and see. His ears swiveling the way he heard the noise from, he creeps along the floor, watching and listening for any other sign.]

[420]

[Gamzee keeps to his occasional shout-out, but mostly, he's just looking around quite amazed. Of course he knows Karkat's hive, but from his current vantage point, everything is just like a new thrill. Just walking is a thrill, really. Feeling carpet under his paws is so different from normal. And the way it drags against his tail.

All in all, he really isn't paying attention to anyone else that might be in the hive. And he's especially not considering that he might be in danger here. He's never been safer anywhere than with Karkat, so the thought that Karkat might have been turned into anything that could be dangerous to him is just too crazy.]

[bethehugejerk]

[The more the seconds tick past, the less Karkat is concerned what the sound is, and more where it's coming from. Sure sounds like it's somewhere close to the ground. And so it is, when he catches sight! Little mouse scurrying along his floor, utterly unconcerned, oblivious as can be. And without the shirt to put a pause in his mind, he goes right along with instinct still.]

[Slow, careful movements. Don't alert it. Watch and wait. Wait... Wait... Superfluous feline butt-wiggle for who knows what reason they do that, and POUNCE.]

Equius, Gamzee, and possibly Darkleer; locked

[stayb100ponyboy]

[It's funny the things you can get used to.]

[Like a knee in your back. Like a bony, clowny knee pressed against your spine, every night as you sleep. And then, when that knee is suddenly removed, it feels weird, and you start awake earlier than normal.]

[Equius opens his eyes and feels... normal. He went to bed expecting a curse, and to wake up feeling like himself is strange. He's not sure he trusts it. But waking up without Gamzee next to him is even stranger, and he cautiously sits up, looking carefully down at his hands and making sure he plants them on the bed and not on anyone's tail or ear or whatever.]

Gamzee?

[420]

[Nope, no Gamzees here. The only thing that is there is a heap of his going to bed clothing.


.... damnit, he is off streaking somewhere again, isn't he?


Oh. And the heap of clothes is kinda moving and squeaking.]

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Equius would not be the least bit surprised if Gamzee were off streaking.]

[But after a year and a half of curses, he's pretty familiar with the signs of one, and he very gingerly, very carefully, lifts Gamzee's shirt up and off the bed.]

[420]

[FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDOM.

This isn't the first time Gamzee got caught in a shirt, but it sure had been one of the most distressing ones yet. So much fabric. It had felt like a giant circus tent worth of fabric had been dropped on his head. Which is rather odd. Who the hell brought a circus tent into his and Equius' bedroom? Don't they know that is far too an in tents wake-up!

Blinking furiously at the sudden light, Gamzee rubs his paws over his snout for a moment before glancing up. And up. And up. And oh.

Ah. Mondays.]

[bestestfurrend]

[Nepeta has figured out by now that a window left strategically open by her considerate matesprit means that she can come and go as she pleases from the hive in spite of her current lack of opposable thumbs.

Oh, and has she ever been making the most of this! Life is very fun when you're a cute little cat, and there are many pettings and treats to be acquired by looking suitably adorable at people. Besides that, there's so many games to play! Like chase your tail and shadows and catching people's shoelaces and oooh, is that a mousey she smells?

She's quite sure it is! Pouncing time!]

[420]

[Gamzee scurries along the pavement, jumping over cracks that kinda seem like canyons, occasionally distracted by pebbles the size of a good rock. He's finding so many new and interesting things today. Shit, who even know how amazing it looked like to just lay there and watch ants carry food in a long long line. It was simply--

he shoots up, his nose twitching. Oh no. Oh no no no, it's that smell. It's weird cause he never was scared of cats before but right now? Holy fuck, terror.

He peers around cautiously, his eyes widening in fear when he spots the cat coming from him and he takes off running, bolting back towards the safety of his hive and quick possibly Equius' pant leg to climb up in. Very safe place. Very safe.]

[bestestfurrend]

[Heeheehee, she's chasing the mousey! This is fun. With a squeaky sort of mewl she throws herself into the chase, darting around corners and tripping up more than one unfortunate passerby who gets in her way, all in her quest to make this scampering little mouse hers!

Oh yes, she will play with it and roll it around, but first of all she'll pounce on it and capture it like the mighty predator she is! Pounce would be very proud, she's sure.]

[fullmetalfanboy]

[And snacking on a plate of fruit on a table outside of the cafe was this Crimson Rosella parrot. He was wresting with a thing of grapes at the moment. A foot was curled around the bottom of the grape bunch, while his beak was working on pulling one off.

Pop! The grape went flying off some where. What a pity since there was no way he would eat something off the ground. Be wary of flying fruit Gamzee as he decided to repeat the entire thing.]

[420]

[Holy fuck it is raining food! Food! Rain!

Gamzee's eyes widen when the grape lands in front of him. His whiskers twitch excitedly and he pulls the grape towards him with an expression full of reverence. Goddamn miracle grape just all fuckin' landing like that in front of his snout. How amazing.]

[zelda_hylia]

[Zelda's out getting some food from her now significantly fluffier household. Link in particular is going to require a different diet, and he doesn't have the dexterity to prepare his own food right now. Seeing a mouse on the shelf as she's reaching for a bag of seed is fairly startling!]

O-oh!

[Wait... it's wearing a shirt. So it's like Mrs. Brisby at least, right? Not a pest.]

Ah, I'm sorry. Do you need any help? It must be difficult to get around like that...

[420]

[Gamzee is only sometimes a pest!

Gamzee squints against the bright light as the bag of seed he was nibbling on is suddenly moved. His body already readies to abscond, but then he recognizes who is standing there, bag of seed in hand. Quickly he scurries to the front of the shelf, standing on his back paws.]

Zelda! Zelda, it's me! Gamzee!

[zelda_hylia]

[He's so cute! Just look at his little paws, they're like miniature hands!]

Ah, I see! I suppose the symbol should have given it away.

[She holds a hand out for him to climb onto if he wants to, keeping the other on her cart.]

This curse has certainly made you much smaller, hasn't it? Have you been safe?

[handholding]

[Waking up as an old, furry space cat was certainly unnerving and, admittedly, quite a bit upsetting. Ico had his complaints about it, but after a while he simply brushed the situation off as he always did.

Keep moving forward, keep your chin up, don't get bogged down in the past. That's what he kept telling himself.

But he heard people talk plenty, and he knew another one would come around soon enough.

He just wasn't expecting to wake up with fur. Again.

It was unnerving yet again, to wake and realize that he was now, apparently, livestock of all things. But after the initial panic wore off and he realized that no one there was likely to try and use him for food and pelts (since he knew he wasn't the only one in that condition) he realized...

It was actually kind of neat.

Sure not having thumbs was troublesome, but he could still speak at least! And as soon as he got a feel for his four somewhat gangly limbs, he realized he was even faster on land than he was normally!

Which meant there was a very excitable young goat, little horns, fur and all, galloping, jumping and leaping through the plaza.

Well. Was.

Until he nearly trampled over a certain mouse. He nearly would have, had he not noticed that this mouse was wearing a shirt.

Upon realizing 'Wait, mice don't wear clothes!' he attempted - and failed - to skid to a halt, and instead wound up tripping over his own legs and crashing end over end right in to a cart next to a store, taking all of it's contents out and having them drop right down on top of him.]

Owwww...

[420]

[When Gamzee had first heard the thundering of hooves behind him, he had jerked his tiny little mouse head around and had been right about to run like he was being chased by all the cats ever when the goat suddenly goes tripping and skidding and crashing into a cart.

Well.

That escalated quickly.

His curiosity wins out quickly, and he scurries over to the upturned cart, hopping around and over the mess to come to the little goat. He perches on top of an appple to have a little bit of a better view.]

Woah, shit, you all fuckin' went hooves over fuckin' head there, motherfucker, you okay?

[handholding]

Uwaahh...

[Ico shook his head roughly, making some rather interesting sounds with the motions. His limbs twitched and moved, nothing broken but still in a rather awkward position.

But that voice! It sounded so familiar, even if it was tiny!]

... Gamzee?

[flyingdreams]

[Mrs. Brisby was, as expected, downstairs and right outside her home. She's carefully taken the curtains down and wrapped them around herself, shivering a bit.]

I will never... get used to so little fur!

[Huff huff okay perhaps she could borrow some clothes from her son? At least, until she could find something more comfortable.]

Gamzee?

[420]

[So. Stairs.

Stairs are pretty much a pain an a half to navigate when he is his own self --they are dangerous, you know, you're warned-- but now that he is all tiny the stairs just seem like a hurdle too great for him. But he's got a momma to check up on and a self to show off a little --maybe the curse will have missed her and they'll be able to hug, that'd be nice-- so down the stairs he goes.

It seems to take forever to climb down each step in turn, and he nearly manages to make it to the end before his grip slips on one of the steps and he tumbles down the rest of them.]

Oww.

[flyingdreams]

[Luckily, mice can handle long falls just fine without injury. She heard the voice, but didn't hear the size of crash she expected... so she turns to look, and sure enough;]

Gamzee!

[She wanders over, scooping him up into her hands.]

There you are. So you became a mouse. Are you alright?

[p2iioniicii2t]

[ Gamzee can scurry all he wants, if he finds himself in the neighborhood of Dualscar's home-- well, there is one fat bee that is absolutely loving the local flowers. Seriously, this is amazing. He's speckled with bright yellow pollen here and there, and at one point he's so into his nectar quest that he weights down a much too delicate flower for a bug of his size. It droops and droops some more, and then he goes tumbling off with an angry buzz. ]

[420]

[Gamzee is indeed scurrying around there. Once the big purple bee catches his attention --well, it is big compared to him at least-- he sits back to watch it do its buzzy thing, eventually watching it tumble. Now somewhere in his pan, the memory itches that Psiioniic got turned into a bee. Well... probably Psii. He can't remember it too clearly. Can't even remember who told him. Was it Karkat? Probably. Karkat always told him a lot of stuff.

Coming a little closer, he twitches his whiskers curiously.]

Shit, a motherfucker might be all sorts of whacking at the wrong thought here but... that you, my ninja-est of ninjas?

[p2iioniicii2t]

[ He keeps buzzing his wings frustratedly, attempting to flip himself back onto his feet that are currently occupied only with flailing wildly--

And then there is a mouse.

That sounds like Gamzee. This is a most fortuitous circumstance. ]

I am, homie. I am presently finding difficulty in my situation.

[ His voice is very, very quiet but audible when close enough. ]