Monthly Mingle Log

[thalassino]

Another month has passed and it is time for another oppertunity to mingle. Knowing of the curse that haunts the foreigners, Station Master has taken extra care to plan this party and the preparations only during the daylight hours. Wouldn't want to cause a giant panic, right?

Today, the little tucked away part of the plaza has been livened up with a host of spooky decorations, black cats and witches, skeletons and tomb stones, they have all been placed amongst the food tables, allowing for a casual halloween-ish mood. There are also a lot of pumpkins there, freshly prepared especially for this feast.

The tables of food are back too, filled to the brim with pumpkin pies, pumpkin squash, pumpkin cups cakes, honestly, you can put a pumpkin in and it is there. There are also large bowls of candy, free for the taking.

Naturally the two booths are there again, the one belonging to the welcoming committee, for any new (or old) character with a burning question, and the one belonging to the host club. Who knows what theme they have this week. Only way to find out is to check it out!

Finally, part of the plaza has been set up to allow for the talent contest that was to be held here, organized by a few of the foreigners themselves. Maybe it is time to check it out and see if there are any cool talents on display? Or maybe you have your own talent to display. If so, feel free to visit the show.

As every month, an invitation had gone out to all the foreigners in the day leading up to the party, reminding them of the party, the date, the times, and this time, attached had been an invitation to come dressed up. They might not be able to celebrate Halloween during the evening hours, but maybe a slightly late Halloween party would lift the spirits anyway? Station Master has certainly joined in himself too. For a day, he has exchanged his trusty cap for the scariest thing he could possible think of: a familiar white nurse's cap. 2spooky.

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[420]

[He laughs, still squeezing his skinny yet stupidly powerful clown arms around her. Clowns shouldn't be this strong. It just isn't fair.]

Haha, do I? I guess if you say so, I probably up and fuckin' do. Never got my node any as good as you.

[Another squeeze and finally he releases her.]

It's so fuckin' good to see you again.

[sniffdeceit]

[Well, if he's trying to trap her in a state of utter confusion, then he's succeeding. And it's infuriating.

She lowers her voice a bit.]

(What are you doing?)

[And she wriggles in his grip, not at all pleased. The close proximity, however, calls her attention to another familiar smell and her frown deepens as she sniffs at his clothes.]

[420]

[He's accidentally managing to trap himself in a state of confusion.]

Just getting my motherfuckin' whoop on at a sister what I ain't seein' in what feels like ten sweeps.

[sniffdeceit]

[Would he really be happy enough to see his kimesis after a long period of time that he'd forget the point of the relationship in the first place?

Also, what is with that smell?

She pokes at his chest with one finger.]

You smell infuriatingly like sopor! There's a wagon out there somewhere wondering where its passenger went.

[420]

[Gamzee pulls up his shirt, giving it a good sniff.]

Awww, shit, sorry. Did all fuckin' thought like this was a clean one what I put up in this morning.

[It probably also smells a lot like Equius to her. No, she doesn't want to know why.]

[sniffdeceit]

That is so completely not the point! The point has been launched into space and is currently enjoying its orbit on the opposite side of the planet. That is how far you've missed it!

[Poke. Poke. Poke.]

You're eating it again!

[420]

[He raises his hands in a calming gestures.]

Can't all be attesting to eating any shit right now, but sure.

[A pause.]

Uh. What is it that I might all be partaking in here?

[sniffdeceit]

[Somewhere there has to be a wall for her to bang her forehead into in frustration. Right now she'll settle for a facepalm x2 combo.]

The slime, you pie-addled ignoramus! Oh my god, are you even hearing me?

[Insert appropriate meme about life and choices here.]

[420]

Well, yeah, I don't ever quit that fuckin' stuff. Bad shit happens when a motherfuckin' don't top off on his slime, sister.

[He is still smiling, but his brows have subtly drawn above his eyes. He doesn't remember Terezi ever treating him like this, all salty like. Had he done something wrong?]

[sniffdeceit]

[Okay, she can't deny that, but still!] That's what a moirail is for!

[You can't tell her Karkat encouraged something like this.]

After all that hoofbeast shit about rediscovering yourself or whatever, you're telling me you couldn't even stick with sobriety?

[420]

Karkat's down with it. My best motherfucker says it's a good thing for me to be on.

[well, probably not good. But it was better than the alternative by their knowledge.]

Girl, sober ain't nothing what resonates well with a motherfucker. I ain't ever up and tried to be.

[sniffdeceit]

What? Yes you have! You've been sober for at least a sweep.

[...Oh right. Doomed timelines. He must have come from an earlier one, as confusing as that could be.]

But not here? Don't you dare be trying to mess with me, Makara. I don't need this right now.

[420]

Been here for a sweep, all tucked out on the fuckin' slime all the fuckin' time. Got all my motherfuckin' messages still, all of my best bro dropping reminders at me to take that wicked sneeze.

[His face droops a little.]

I swear, aight. Honest to all what I hold fuckin' holy in me, I'm not fuckin' messin' at ya.

[sniffdeceit]

[Some part of Terezi wants to believe that this is the real Gamzee and the one she'd engaged in black relations with was actually some crazy fake. It might make things easier on everyone.

But she just can't get herself to believe that, as much as she tries.

Sigh.]

This is going to take some getting used to. But you can start by keeping your arms to yourself until I say otherwise. This is not the foot I'm ready to start on.

I'm not sure which foot I mean instead, but this isn't it!

[420]

Aight.

[Well, he can definitely say that this is not what he had been expecting if Terezi would ever come back. He had been expecting cackling and crayon drawing and fun! But instead it just feels like he did her wrong someway.]

Hey, I'm sorry. I don't got the imagination on for what manner of fuckin' shit I get up to back there, but if I done you bad, I'm sorry.

[sniffdeceit]

[Oh gosh, why does he sound so sad? Gamzee, stop that right now. You're not allowed to make her feel bad.]

Ugh, this is so wrong. I don't even know how to deal with this.

Stop apologizing! It's weirding me out.

[420]

Sorry.

[That wasn't even on purpose to mess with her or anything. It just came out automatically.]

You want me to fuckin' beat it?

[sniffdeceit]

...No, because then you're going to make me feel guilty for running you off.

[Dammit, why so awkward.]

[420]

Oh.

[Well, this is a pretty awkward impasse. And Gamzee ain't the sort of guy to know what the word impasse means.

Or awkward.

He rubs the back of his neck, claws scraping over the mark there.]

Uh, you seen Karkat yet? Motherfucker gonna be all sorts of motherfuckin' thrilled like to be laying ganderbulb on you again, I feel. You haven't up and been here for a long motherfuckin' time.

[sniffdeceit]

[Karkat. Yes. Finding him might be a good idea. Talking about him with Gamzee? Not so much.]

You make it sound like I've been here before.

[420]

You've been once. Been a wicked long fuckin' time ago though. Uh, like... [His voice drops a little to mumbling as he tries to work it out, using his fingers for counting.] Fuck, been with my best motherfucker all like a year now? Yeah. Were longer than that. Maybe all like longer than me and Equius too? Wait, what is half a fuckin' year like again? Like... four month thingies, right? So, like...


[Yeah, he is lost for a moment, juggling all these fuckin numbers and words. So lost even that he doesn't realize he could just tell her the number in sweeps. Spending so much time around humans is doing a number on his troll vocab.]

[sniffdeceit]

Six months. Half a year is six months. [She'd hung around with Dave enough to pick that up.]

Humans have really weird systems of time. I don't know why you would evn try bothering to learn it.

[420]

My first moirail was human.

[He gives her a little shrug and a smile.]

'Sides with as many of the pink motherfuckers all around here, it does seem like a good motherfuckin' thing to be wrapping my pan about all up in the meaning for being better fuckin' bros with them.

[sniffdeceit]

[His first moirail was...? What? No, that was wrong. >:? ]

Of course it's a good idea. I just thought it might be a little too complicated for you.

[And here she stuck her tongue out some to ease tension.]

[420]

[He laughs and gives a casual shrug. He still don't mind it one bit to be made fun off.]

Hahaha, maybe you're right, sister. But a motherfucker ain't can be doin' no more than try.