♑ > Gamzee and the big big big world.

[420]

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]

Comments

[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.]

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Being normal himself (or as normal as he gets), or so he assumes, Equius just stares at the tiny mouse where his matesprit had been last night. Even if this were a regular mouse, he wouldn't kill it, instead preferring to capture it and deposit it outside to go and live the rest of its mousy life. But its actions and body language are extremely familiar, very distinctive, and he sighs inwardly.]

Gamzee? Is that you?

[420]

[Just let things sink in for a moment. He's been through enough curses that the whole concept isn't too upsetting anymore. However waking up as a mouse is still a little bit much. Everything is suddenly so large.]

Yeah, it's-- holy motherfuckin' what.

[He's staring up at Equius.

Equius. Equius, your face... It's so... what is that.]

1/3

[stayb100ponyboy]

What? What's...

[Oh no, he hasn't seen a mirror yet, what happened to his face, he feels normal but what if he looks like a freak now? Equius' hands immediately go to his face and...]

2/4 I lied

[stayb100ponyboy]

[oh]

3/4

[stayb100ponyboy]

[oh yes]

[stayb100ponyboy]

Gamzee, I have a mustache!

[Aurthor had a mustache! Armstrong had a mustache! Darkleer should have a mustache. And now Equius has one too.]

This is awesome.

[420]

[He shuffles a little closer, tiny paws waving in the air uselessly as he tries to touch. His brain hasn't quite caught on yet to how tiny he is right now and damnit, why can't he just touch.]

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Equius recognizes grabby hands, and bends forward--bends way, way forward--until his face is almost touching the bed and he's within Gamzee's reach.]

[420]

[Gamzee squeaks happily, before running his paws over his stache in rapt amazement. Wow. That was pretty... yeah, that was pretty fuckin' cool.]

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Equius makes a very undignified chortling noise. Dang it, Gamzee, that tickles!]

[420]

[Equius' breathing ruffles his fur, but the laughing sound is a rare reward, so Gamzee continues to pet his moustache. While he might have gotten Equius to smile more, getting him to actually laugh is still a rare true sort of miracle.]

[stayb100ponyboy]

Okay, that's enough.

[Seriously, if Gamzee keeps doing that, Equius is going to STRONG sneeze, and that would probably blow the little mouse off the bed. He leans back and lays one hand flat on the bed, palm up and inviting, to see if Gamzee wants to jump onto it.]

[420]

[Luckily little mice are pretty durable, and he'd probably be able to withstand falling off the bed even like this.

He gets the hint though when Equius holds out his hand, quickly hopping on board. He does that often enough for Mrs Brisby to know exactly what's the deal here, after all.]

It got you to fuckin' burst out some hearty chuckles, babe. I gotta try that again later.

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Mice are just so small... that makes Equius worry that they're very delicate. Of course, everything is delicate to him.]

Would you like to ride on my shoulder? We can go get some breakfast.

[He's not laughing anymore, but there is a small, content smile on his face. It's a credit to how long they've been in Vatheon that he can accept this chain of events as just a typical Monday.]

[420]

Yeah.

[Here, allow him to try and climb up your bare arm, Equius. This would be so much easier if you'd wear sleeves.]

Man, you think Darkleer got hit too?

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Sleeves are constructs of Troll Satan, Gamzee. Everyone knows this.]

I don't know; let's go find out.

[He carefully and slowly adjusts his arm to give Gamzee an easier climb, his skin prickling from the little mouse claws digging into him.]

[420]

[Gamzee eventually manages to make it onto his shoulder, holding onto the strap of his tank top as not to tumble off. That would just be silly!]

Maybe he be a fuckin' hoofbeast again like before. Bet he'd be so fuckin' chill with that.

[stayb100ponyboy]

He would like that, wouldn't he?

[Equius hasn't heard any crashes, so he's not entirely convinced Darkleer is a hoofbeast again, but who knows. He walks downstairs with his tiny rider, and enters the kitchen.]

So... what do mice eat for breakfast? Do you want a grape?

[Mrs. Brisby likes grapes.]

[420]

[You know what, he'd very much like a grape. Grape sounds like a good thing to eat right about now.]

Yes.

[And maybe later he can convince Equius to tip over a bottle of faygo in a bowl so he can swim. Swim in faygo! God, it is such a beautiful thought. Beautiful enough that he is sort of sitting there on his shoulder, staring off in beautiful faygo space.]

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Whoops, lost him for a moment there. Equius lets Gamzee space out, long-used to such interludes, and uses the time to pop some bread in the toaster, pour a glass of milk, and carefully retrieve two grapes, one green and one red. He sets the grapes on the kitchen table, and pours some orange Faygo in a small saucer beside them. There isn't enough room to swim, but Gamzee could definitely paddle around in it if he wanted to. There just aren't any mouse-sized cups in the kitchen.]

[Then he sits down, quietly eating his own breakfast and waiting patiently for Gamzee to focus.]

[420]

[THIS IS A GLARING OVERSIGHT, WHY DON'T THEY HAVE MOUSE-SIZED CUPS IN THE KITCHEN, THEY SHOULD HAVE MOUSE-SIZED CUPS.

Once Gamzee snaps back to reality, he takes one look at the breakfast laid out for him, before excitedly clapping his paws together.]

Aww, shit, look at that shit. All like a miracle of a breakfast downright just happening on right in front of me. Ain't it fuckin' beautiful?

[stayb100ponyboy]

[BUT YOU CAN'T SWIM IN A MOUSE-SIZED CUP, GAMZEE!]

[All the same, glaring oversight noted. Equius will try and find some mouse-sized cups before the week is out.]

It looks very nice. Eat up.

[Do mice need slime? Should he even broach the subject?]

[420]

[Best not to unless he wants a high mouse on his hands.]

awww yeah!

[Gamzee quickly scurries down his arm, tripping about half way and rolling the rest of the way down, landing on the table with a soft doof.

Accidentally sorta tripped over his tail there, whoops.]