♑ | Gamzee and beach parties!

[420]

[The first part of this post is a network text, backdated slightly to yesterday.]

AiGhT, lIkE, i hAd mE SoMe hElLa sWeEt pLaN AlL FoRmInG In mY PaN HeRe wHaT I WaNnA PuT To yOu pEePs, So iF YoU CoUlD Be aS To lEnD Me yOuR MoThErFuCkIn hEaRdUcTs tHaT'D Be cOoL.
So
A MoThErFuCkEr cOuLdN'T HeLp bUt gEt hIs nOtIcE On fOr wHaT SoRt oF BiTcHtItS WeAtHeR We'vE BeEn bLeSsEd wItH.
GeTs a bRoThEr aLl sOrTs oF In tHe rIgHt fUcKiN MoOd fOr cHiLlIn oN ThE BeAcH AnD FiNdInG HiS WiCkEd zOnE, yOu gEt mE, cAuSe sHiT If tHeRe aIn't aLl bEiNg nO PlAcE BeTtEr tHaN ThE MoThErFuCkIn bEaCh fOr sPeNdInG YoU TiMe aT
BuT ThEn i wAs tHiNkInG LiKe, MoThErFuCk, I CoUlD Up aNd bE SpEnDiNg tHaT SwEeT TiMe oN My mOtHeRfUcKiN LoNeSoMe, FeElInG LiKe sOmE KiNdA GrEeDyTiTtIeD NiNa sTeAlInG Up aLl a tHoSe bEaUtIfUl mIrAcLeS FoR MySeLf.
Or i cOuLd iNvItE YoU BrOs aLoNg
So, ToMoRrOw i'm gOnNa fUcKiN ChIlL AlL DaY On tHe bEaCh aNd aNy oF YoU MoThErFuCkErS WhAt wAnTs tO BuIlD SoMe sIcKnAsTy pArTy wItH A BrO ShOuLd dRoP On bY AnD ThEn mAyBe wE CaN AlL HaVe sOmE FuCkIn fUn tOgEtHeR.
:o)


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[True to Gamzee's word, on Sunday afternoon, there is indeed stuff on the beach fit for a beach party. Which, lets all be honest here, is something we should congratulate him on cause the chances of him forgetting a party he suggested in the first place are about 42.0% .

It is very clearly not a strictly organized beach party however. A variety of beach related things (seriously, the shopkeepers were hella awesome here and had gladly helped Gamzee bring up a whole load of shit he hadn't even known existed) lay strewn on the sand, everything from beach balls to small, colourful shovels for sand castle building (no buckets, wow, what was he, some kinda perv?) to various drink coolers stocked with faygo, faygo, some more faygo, and just for the people wanting something different, some faygo too.

Hope you like faygo.

Or brought your own drinks.

But seriously, anything you might need to have fun at a beach party is there (except, as mentioned, tiny plastic buckets, please this is a very culturally sensitive beach party) up to a few surf boards, even. So grab whatever you want, find a friend or make a new one, and have some fun.]



[ooc: Please treat this post as your general mingle log! Gamzee invited everybody, so come on up, grab a cold faygo and have fun.]

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[420]

[He returns her smile with a dopey one.]

I guess sometimes you can all get confused on what you know and don't up and know, you know?

[He doesn't really wait for a response though, already back to the matter at hand. That is the sandhive building.]

You got it. Just pile it the fuck up here?

[He motions vaguely at where her sandhive was before.]

[bestestfurrend]

Silly Gamzee.

[Her voice is affectionate as she snuggles up against his side, and nods as he points at their designated building site.]

That's right! And then we'll make it look right!

[420]

[He gives her a dopey, lazy salute.]

Shit yeah, lets make this motherfuckin' bizzy happen.

[And with that he starts using his (luckily pretty huge) hands to start piling sand together, pushing it towards the central location of their soon to be sandhive.]

[bestestfurrend]

Yay!

[Now that Gamzee has been delegated to do all the heavy lifting, Nepeta is more than happy to sit back and watch him work, occasionally handing out instructions.]

[420]

[Oh, Gamzee sees how it is now. He's just her sandmule, huh? Just the poor schlomo she uses to get the sand places.

Actually, Gamzee sees none of these things, only the narrative. But the narrative is onto you, miss Leijon.

Gamzee meanwhile is more than happy to heap up a giant quantity of sand for her, occasionally pausing to listen to her directions. At one point he pauses, looking puzzlingly at his hands and feet, before attempting to recruit his feet into the whole sand moving process much like his hands.

It is not a success.]

[bestestfurrend]

[Miss Leijon begs the narrative to note that it was Mister Makara who destroyed her sand castle in the first place. It is only fair he makes her another one.

...or attempts to, at least.]

I don't think that's working furry well, Gamzee.

[420]

Haha, I guess you're right.

[He stares at his hands and feet.]

Just got me my wonder on what if a motherfucker could use his hoofs like he uses his paws. Like

[He cocks his head, giving her a look.]

Shit, you ever thought on it? What if we would all like walk on these bros [A shake of his hands] and do all our shit with these? [He lifts a foot.] That shit'd be fuckin' magical.

[Nevermind that he can walk on his hands, and he can use his monkeytoes to pick up shit from the floor. Still.]

[bestestfurrend]

...it would purrobably be purretty inconvenient too. I don't think toes would work well enough for the things we do with our fingers.

[She pats his shoulder though, well aware that Gamzee tends to see the world rather differently. She doesn't ever mind.]

[420]

What if they could though?

[He drops one companionable arm around her shoulders, motioning with the other hand as if painting her a picture.]

Fuck, you could all keep chill, sprawled every which motherfuckin' way and update your wall bizzniss with your footstubs. A sister can't all be telling me like that shit wouldn't be bitchtits.

[bestestfurrend]

I did try that a couple of times!

[It's only fair to admit it, after all. She snuggles down beneath his arm, lifting one leg in the air to wiggle her toes.]

It turned out furry blurry though.

[420]

Maybe your paws just gotta learn that shit first.

[lets face it, Gamzee's fingers don't even know how to paint anything above kindergarten level. Abstract (horrifying) splatters is more his style.]