vatheon | ♌ Leo gets techy with it

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♌ Leo gets techy with it - [OPEN]

who: Leo and Anyone
what: Programming the app mentioned here, but open to hanging out/chatting as well.
when: Every afternoon during curse week starting 5/21.
where: in the park underneath a shady tree
style: Starting with prose, but will change to match.
status: OPEN

Leo made his way into the park and picked out a large shady tree with a bench to sit under. If he was going to be spending all afternoon in one place it had to be somewhere comfortable and easy to be spotted in.

Buford was with him and he was using the sentient table to rest his SFC on so he could check for any messages while he waited for people to come get the app programmed in. He had no clue how many takers - if any - there would be, but he hoped that at least a few would be interested. He could really use the money to get some things from the Nostalgia Nook, especially some celestial bronze. He had a few projects lined up and couldn't get anywhere on them without some decent funding.

While he waited, he kept himself busy by fiddling around with some materials he'd gathered from the shopping district and from his magic tool belt. He built tiny machines and then took them apart again to make something new.

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We the mouse didn't respond to the morse code, he checked off a little box in his head. That was one means of communication ruled out. But the robo-mouse did respond to his voice. Not verbally, but
scurrying up his arm and climbing on top of his head was a strong response.

Leo laughed and reached in his tool belt to pull out a small mirror, which he used to watch the robotic mouse attempt to fix his messy hair. "Good luck with taming that, little mouse." He'd never really managed to tame it by brushing alone. "You're gonna need it."

She is determined! She gives what can only be classified as a satisfied squeak when she has one curly lock of hair behaving as it should, before tirelessly attacking another, trying to smooth it out as well. Sadly enough, she does not possess that most vital of hair taming products mom-spit, so by the time she has that curl behaving to her wishes, the first one has sprung back up again, forcing her to repeat the entire process over again with slightly irritated squeaking.

All in all, a pretty hilarious scene. Which probably explains the lazy laugh suddenly coming from behind them. The source of the laughter is very definitely some tall... clown... alien... dude. He's got one bottle of opened, half drunk soda in his hand, the expression on his face lazily entertained. "Haha, I was all getting my wonder on as to where she had fuckin' scurried off to at. She being bothersome to you, bro?"

Leo watched in amusement as the robo-mouse did her best to straighten out his curls. He wondered if this was her purpose in life, or if his hair just inspired her that much.

"Nah, she's not bothering me, dude," he said with a laugh. He turned to get a better look at the guy, whom he could sort of get a glimpse of in the mirror. Of course he noticed right off that this had to be another troll, given the horns and grey skin. If he hadn't already met Kurloz, he might have been surprised by the clown make-up, but even that didn't phase him. What did catch his eye though was that the guy's hair was curly like his. Which would explain the robo-mouse's behavior.

"I take it she's yours? Awesome handiwork on her, man."

Yep. This just turned into a meeting of fro-bros. Maybe they should call up Kurloz, get even more hair all up in this place.

"Yeah, she's mine, but man, I ain't all the motherfucker what went and made her. Can't get my pan all wrapped about making lil' robo miracles what like that just fuckin' happen. Just how the fuck, you know?" Whoops, drifting away from the subject a bit there. "My babe made her for me. She's my momma."

"Your babe is your momma or the mouse is?" Following the way this guy talked was a bit of a challenge at first, but Leo adapted pretty quickly. Or at least managed to glean the gist of what he was saying. Except for that. He was a bit confused on that part of things.

"The squeakbeast, bro. The squeakbeast." He laughed a little, shaking his head. "I ain't got me to having a full-on motherfuckin' understanding as to the small shit of having a momma, but man, I'm feeling like a motherfucker sure as fuck don't lay the kinda kisses on his momma like what I do to my babe." He gave Leo a slightly shrug and a grin.

Seriously. Don't kiss your momma with tongue. Just... don't.

Squeakbeast. That would be the robo-mouse.

"Well, I hope not. Even if she weren't a robot mouse, it'd be a real shocker." Leo cracked a smile hoping that the guy would find his joke as funny as he did. "My name's Leo, what's yours, dude?"

More than just a smile, Leo's commented earned him a short burst of lazy, low laughter from Gamzee. Gamzee was totally into these kinda jokes. The lamer, the better. Trusting out one long fingered, clawed hand, he gave Leo a casual once over and a smile. "Gamzee. Can't all be saying like I remember all laying gander on your motherfuckin' self. You new?"

Actually, with Gamzee's obliviousness and shitty memory, him not having seen Leo before hardly meant he had to be new to this place. But it was still a pretty safe bet that hadn't backfired for Gamzee so far.

"Yeah, I'm fresh meat. Got here just in time for the big welcome party on the first." Leo grinned. As disorienting a day that had been, he'd made some friends that day and had a lot of fun in between all the explanations of where he was and what to expect. "Guessing you've been here awhile, dude?"

"Yeah, that be some manner of truthfullness, yeah." For a moment, Gamzee's brows knotted, as he counted back. "Shit, I'm all guess like... a sweep. Two and some to motherfuckin' spare of your human years."

"You've been here over two years?" Leo asked to make sure he understood what Gamzee was saying. "You enjoy it here?"

"Hell yeah. What ain't there to all be digging about a hood as fine as this?" Considering what Gamzee had to compare it too, this place was paradise. Lazy, happy paradise.

"I'm not as sold on this place as you are yet. Not knocking it or anything, but it's not perfect," Leo replied. "Take the whole curse thing, for starters. But it's cool you're happy here."

"Never got to stating like it were." Gamzee gave Leo a relaxed little shrug. Nope, certainly not a perfect place, but then again, Gamzee never had had any preoccupation with finding one that was. To him, any place with his friends was perfect enough and beyond he was willing to roll with whatever.

"And it isn't being all bad, bro. Even shit like this. You just gotta all be learning to get your seeing on for the miracles what be hiding up in everything."

"Sorry. Didn't mean to assume things."

"It's a bit hard to look for the good in this when it's caused a fight with one of your friends and keeps making you think about and tell strangers about your horrible past." Leo frowned. Yeah, there were probably some good things to come out of this, but it was hard to think about them when the bad outweighed it.

"Naw, s'all cool." Gamzee didn't get offended at things, really, it was such a waste of time. He was also way too high for shit like that. And hopefully Leo wasn't too concerned with personal space, because at the admission that this curse had led to a fight between Leo and one of his friends, Gamzee was quick to drape a friendly, boney arm around Leo's shoulders, leaning close as he motioned idlywith his free hand.

This up close, all those small physical differences that were part and parcel of being a troll just become all the more apparent: the way Gamzee's nails are less nails and more (uneven, kinda chipped, cause wow what is nailcare) claws, the way Gamzee's skin is a good few degree cooler than that of a human (even for a troll he runs on the cool side of the spectrum, but compared to a human the difference is pretty damn noticeable), and the smell of greasepaint.

Okay, that was not a troll thing, that was just a Gamzee thing, but it sure became more noticeable.

"Aww, that's some manner of sadness to all hear, bro, but don't you fuckin' fret like shit is gonna be all right, you'll see. Bros forgive each other, that's what you're fuckin' bros for. All what you motherfuckers need is a lil' time for getting chilled out again and you'll get to forgetting all about that harshnasty strifing business."

Edited 2013-05-27 01:04 (UTC)

Leo was a little startled when Gamzee just decided to pull him to some sort of half hug. Stuff like that still surprised him. He'd spent so long alone that contact with other humans, or in this particular case a troll was not something that happened often. His shoulders briefly tensed at the contact before he relaxed.

He had a habit of taking stock of everything he could observe about someone else, generally without really thinking too much about it consciously. While some of it was trying to compare himself and all the ways he does or doesn't measure up to someone else, most of it was just trying to figure them out - like he was examining a piece of machinery. Not the best comparison to make when talking about living creatures, but it's what made sense to him.

The smell of greasepaint didn't bother him, but then Leo smelled like grease and fire pretty much all the time, so he could only hope that it wasn't bothering Gamzee. He had no clue if trolls had a better sense of smell than humans, but he was guessing it was nothing like a monster's sense of smell. They could smell demigod from miles away.

"Well, she's not my bro, we're not that close. But she's a friend from back home. I told her she was scary and things got a bit heated. I also wound up telling her in another conversation that I overheard her having sex with her boyfriend. And that just resulted in a lot of awkwardness. But thanks, man. I hope things can go back to normal after the curse is over. Right now we're avoiding each other."

Gamzee either did not seem to notice Leo momentarily tensing up or he simply did not seem to care. Truth to be told, he was a tactile dude in a world of grumpy space-hogs. At this point, anything short of a straight-out shove to the face translated as a 'please proceed to hang all over me, Gamzee, you wonderful friend who knows exactly what people needs'.

And what people needed, ten outta nine times, was a good fuckin' hug.

"Haha yeah, sometimes motherfuckers are all like to do that, putting the fright in a bro's pump even if he ain't all want it to be. But it's cool. Can't up and help what your pump gets to making you feel as like." He shrugged for a moment, before his grin grew wider, and he made a gesture at Leo. " You know what I think you and your sister need? Maybe what you all need is to split your motherfuckin' differences over some wicked elixir. Slam one together and become better bros again that way."

"What exactly are you suggesting?" Leo asked. It sounded like Gamzee was suggesting that he get drunk with Annabeth and he could not imagine that doing anything but making things worse, but he was willing to hear the guy out.

Gamzee squeezed his arm a bit tighter around Leo's shoulders, prodding at his chest. "What a brother all means to be saying here is drink a motherfuckin' faygo, bro." For a moment, colours suddenly washed all over them as Gamzee dug into his sylladex for one of the many bottle of faygo held in its capricious grasp. And indeed before too long a bottle of the shitty sugary soda appeared.

Appeared much like a cannonball fired from a cannon, suddenly materializing in mid air before sailing off into the far away distance as if flung away by an invisible source.

Gamzee, clearly, was neither bothered or surprised by that reaction. His sylladex, man. It was... it was just kinda special. "Whoops, shit, let me all try that again."

Edited 2013-05-28 01:23 (UTC)

"Faygo. Okay. I thought you were meaning something completely different, dude." How sharing a Faygo was going to fix things, he wasn't sure, but it was a much better alternative to what he'd thought Gamzee was implying.

Leo had seen a sylladex in use a few times since he'd arrived here, but this was the first time he'd seen it send a bottle of soda flying across the park. "Is it broken or something?"

"Naw." He chuckled for a moment, giving a shrug. "It just all up does that to a bro sometimes, gots its own ways of messin' with a motherfucker, I guess. S'all cool."

He dug into his sylladex again, the bright rainbow of colours washing over his face, and this time the bottle of faygo appeared in his hand, perfect for holding out to Leo. "See, the miracles never all stay away too motherfuckin' long."

Edited 2013-05-28 01:58 (UTC)

Mellow was an understatement when it came to this guy. He idly wondered how the guy managed to be so chill. Somehow, he was pretty sure it wasn't due to the Faygo.

"Thanks, man. Gonna put it in here for safe keeping." Leo took the bottle and looked at it before sticking it into his tool belt.

It was mainly the drugs. The really really good drugs.

Gamzee tracked Leo's movements lazily with his eyes, leaning more heavily on him so he can keep watching as he sticks the bottle in his tool belt and it... woah.

"Shit, bro, that ain't all like any motherfuckin' sylladex what I ever done seen."

Cause a belt that can take in a whole bottle of faygo, that's pretty damn impressive. Shit, Gamzee wasn't stingy or anything. He gave him a proper 3-liter bottle. And that was a whole load of shitty ass soda.

"I'm pretty sure it's a one of a kind thing." Leo laughed.

Gamzee looked so wowed by the tool belt that he decided he'd show off it's powers a little bit. "It's not just good for storing things,it can also give me things I need or ask for. Name something simple you'd like and I can probably pull it out of here."

This is completely and utterly adorable. ♥

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