Stabbaking

[ohshellno]

Who: Mituna+Meenah and then just Meenah
Where: Phanga: Eight
When: June 27th day time
Status: Closed for the first part and then OPEN

[Closed to Mituna]

[So they'd been planning to hang for a while, and Meenah has missed baking a hell of a lot, clearly the perfect solution to their problems is to have a BAKING DAY. Or. Morning anyway. Really, Meenah is doing most of the work, but Mituna is welcome to float around and interfere while the expert does her thing. It's not like he wouldn't need to have input for BEE SHAPED COOKIES of all things.]

[Open to EVERYONE who wants a piercing]
[As promised, Meenah is totally ready to give people piercings. Someone was kind enough to offer her LEGIT EQUIPMENT so she isn't just stabbing people with whatever sharp implement she can get her hands on. She's stocked up on bling that she's actually taken the time to clean, but whether it's stolen or not is another matter entirely.

Remember! If you don't pay, you ain't getting the good kind of stabbing.]

Comments

[helmetdoesnothing]

[He is indeed floating around, in a loose meaning of the word, picking up things in the kitchen and putting them down after examining them, occasionally watching Meenah out of the corner of his eye.

While she's mixing the cookie dough, he drifts over and leans over her shoulder, hovering just short of touching her with his hands clasped behind his back.]

... Ith it ready yet?

[ohshellno]

[Every so often, Meenah is going to hunch as Mituna picks something up. She swears to cod if he breaks her shit, she will break him, but he hasn't actually been too bad about it so she refrains from flipping her shit at him.

Okay, the lean is going to get him a dirty look.]

Does this shit look ready to you, tuna boy? I ain't even baked it yet!

[helmetdoesnothing]

[Cheerfully, he grins widely and giggles out a strangely staccato sound held in the back of his throat.

No doubt it's annoying, but at least he isn't swearing at her.

Yet.]

Will it be thoon? I want to make the beeth!

[420]

[Look at this dude. How did he even get here?

Well, he walked here, but seriously not the point. Gamzee has no idea what is going down here. He just ended up here by following a few people and a good dose of clown luck. The best kind of luck. With a lazy grin, he raises one hand in greeting.]

Yo.

[There is no amount of piercings that can make this dude cool.]

[ohshellno]

[Meenah isn't sure HOW he got here, but she's pretty damn sure the reason he's here is piercings, right? Gamzee is chill, chill people like having metal inserted into their skin.]

Sup. [She nods in response to the raised hand, narrowing her eyes at him.] You here for the stabs?

[420]

[The blank look should be enough of an answer that no, he is not here for the stabs. Mainly on account of not knowing he could be here for the stabs.]

Stabs? Aww, shit, I ain't thinking I want none of that harshness.

[He raises his hands and all. Seriously, man, stabs. That sounds kinda unchill as fuck.]

[diehardreaper]

[ He comes by sometime in the later afternoon. After a quick knock, he holds up his SFC the minute he gets a but of attention. ]

Got your message. More ready'n anything to let this happen!

[ohshellno]

[Meenah is quick to open the door, given that she's expecting her clients and is more than eager to get this show on the road.]

Yo, yo. Come on in, the piercin' party is about to begin. [She steps aside for him, gesturing into the home.]

[diehardreaper]

[ There's a small nod of his head as he steps in. ]

Nice place.

[ Don't mind the glancing around. He can't help himself sometimes. ]

So! How do we go about this then?

[shippingmath]

[Dirk hasn't forgotten, hence why he shows up, hands in pockets and completely nonchalant about the prospect of getting stuck with needles. The only novelty about this is that it might be someone else doing it for a change.]

S'up, Goldfish?

[ohshellno]

[Dirk might be nonchalant, but Meenah is excited enough for the both of them. She bounces a little on her heels as she arrives, only feeling more encouraged by the lame nickname.]

'm all ready to get my stab on. You figured out where you want 'em yet?

[shippingmath]

Let's do ears. Then, if you've proved your ability to do a good job, I can let you at my mouth later, since you seemed so enthusiastic about it.

[The lame nickname will probably stick, if she keeps acting like such a dork.]

[ohshellno]

Aight, aight. You’re the boss, shades. [She waves him off because she totally knows he’s going to want more after the first one.] I’m shellin’ you though, you have a very pierceable face, It’s crazy yo!

[She shrugs before gesturing at the chair she’d already pulled over with the CUSTOM MADE EQUIPMENT surrounding it.] Check this shit out- we just got fancy. [She may not even kill you!]

[shippingmath]

[He probably will, but that doesn't change the fact that he's not going to trust her with it immediately.]

I'll choose to take that as a compliment, rather than a sign that I should start running.

[He looks it over.] Fancy as hell. You do know how to use it, don't you.