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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"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."

"What about a remote?" Remotes were simple, right? Loads of peeps had remotes, and shit, he was always looking for the remote at their place. "Or be that too big a motherfuckin' miracle to up and ask a brother for?"

Leo had to think about that for a moment. When they'd gone on the first quest, he'd had remotes in his bag that he'd grabbed out of Bunker 9. But he'd never tried to pull one out of the tool belt. Though he'd managed to pull a circular saw out of the tool belt, so a remote should be easy enough.

"Yeah, I think I can. No guarantees on how cool of a remote it will be. It kind of decides what to give me when I ask for things."

He reached into the tool belt and managed to summon a small, very basic universal remote. It had a button for power, two sets of arrow buttons for adjusting volume and channel and a numeric key pad. He handed it to Gamzee. "Looks like that's the best it can do."

Gamzee snorted a little at that, patting Leo across the chest. "Brother, you're all like here pulling shit out of your motherfuckin' nowheres, laying all a these sweet miracles on a bro and then speak like he could get to being choosy about them." He reached over to pluck the remote from Leo's fingers, holding it up, and looking at it as if it were made of gold. Or Faygo. A faygo remote would be cooler, to be honest. "A miracle's a miracle, big or motherfuckin' small, you know?"

And pulling a remote out of a belt is definitely a miracle.

If a Faygo remote actually existed, that would be pretty cool. But what would it do? Leo would reflect on that if he were a mind reader, but he's not.

"Guess you're right." Gamzee did make a pretty good point. But he wondered just what sorts of things he's encountered if he considers this a miracle. For Leo, the fact that he's not yet died is a miracle. The fact that he has friends who actually like him (as opposed to just tolerating him or keeping him around because he's funny) is a miracle. He would have kept those thoughts to himself, but the curse wouldn't let him.

"But it still seems a little small to be considered a miracle. I can't imagine you've been through much if you think it is. Miracles for me include still being alive after facing a lot of monsters, giants and other dangerous situations. And that anyone actually likes me."

Gamzee's brows rose a little above his eternally droopy eyes at that sudden confession. But beyond that little rise of the brows, there was no further visible display of surprise at the sudden turn of conversation, no wondering why Leo was telling him this. He was just perfectly content to roll with it like always.

"Aww bro, that is some kinda heavy fuckin' thoughts you got to spooking your pan there. Why wouldn't any motherfucker dig you?"

Edited 2013-06-15 00:15 (UTC)

"Because I suck. I can be annoying with all the jokes I make. I make a lot of mistakes, and I say and do things without thinking." He could probably name off a hundred other reasons why people wouldn't dig him, but most of them there wasn't enough truth to for the curse to allow him to say them. He knew they were excuses.

Gamzee shook his head a little, and using the remote he was still holding in one hand, he mimicked muting Leo's volume. A lame joke if there ever was one, but lame jokes were good. They made people laugh. Aight, so sometimes folks laughed at you rather than the joke, but that was still cool though. S'long as people were laughing, things were just fine.

"Sorry, brother, I'mma fuckin' mute you there for a moment cause I ain't hearing nothing what would mean no peep could dig in you. All of us motherfuckers make mistakes sometimes, ain't nobody what could all say like they don't. And shit, that's what you got friends for, right? For helping you be the best motherfucker what you can all be. If you didn't make mistakes sometimes you couldn't all get fuckin' schoolfed on how to be a better motherfucker than what you are."

> Gamzee uses logic.
> It is super effective!

All Leo is able to do is nod. He wants to argue that Gamzee is wrong, but the curse won't allow for that. On the plus side, it plays into the whole muting thing which Leo finds amusing. But he loves lame jokes.

Shit, someone record this for the sake of future generations. The day Gamzee used logic to defeat someone else must become a day worth of remembrance.

"See, now you are getting it." Gamzee took his silence as compliance, patting him lightly on the chest. "Sides, least you never up and laid waste to your bros."

Whoops, dangit, curse.

It shall be remembered for all eternity. Monuments will be erected in his honor and epic parades will happen.

"No, I only believed I killed my mom in a fire for almost half my life. Then Gaea told me she did it to break me." He considered what Gamzee said for a moment, "You killed your friends? For real?"

Well, that was certainly one way to knock the smile off Gamzee's lips. He doesn't lie though, wouldn't even have lied without the influence of the curse. He was, to say the least, a shitty fucking liar. And Wataru had taught him, so long ago now, that he had to be honest.

Still, just cause he's honest, didn't mean he couldn't be evasive. Gamzee simply hated dealing with his problems. He much preferred ignoring them where he could. And that attitude shows him his stance, the way his shoulders droop and his eyes flick away for a moment, before returning to Leo.

"It... ain't not any shit I'm proud of but yeah. Yeah, I did."

Edited 2013-06-18 21:14 (UTC)

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