) Gamzee (420
) and youWhere:
All day on 4/20Style:
Any you wish, we will follow you.Status:
If you visit the plaza today, Vatheon, you may come across an odd stand. It is definitely not the stand of the welcoming committee, but it is certainly inviting! And colourful!
Like, really colourful. A rainbow may or may not have thrown up on it.
The stand itself is covered in what can scientifically be called a metric shitton of cupcakes. Cupcakes. Cupcakes. God, so many cupcakes. They come in all sizes, colours, and smells. Though overall they do smell good. Really good.
A large sign above the stand happily proclaims --in hand-painted, colourful letters, finished with a royal smattering of glitter-- : CUPCAK-ES
OnLy 420 BoOnBuCkS
And the two young trolls attending the stand are ready to take your order. Cupcake anyone?[OOC: To celebrate 4/20 --cause how could I not?-- Feferi and Gamzee have baked some cupcakes! All in the interest of cross-cultural friendship building and cause baking is kinda aces. They've got four kinds of cupcakes, and you are free to choose whichever your character will get.
Regular cupcakes: These are, well, regular cupcakes! The delicious kind. Lovely frosting, very nice taste, certainly a good thing to eat.
Faygo cupcakes: Oh god who put Faygo in these? Sorta shitty. But not as shitty as--
Oh god what is in these cupcakes: In the interests of catering to everyone's unique dietary needs, and also cause they got kinda silly and wanted to know if they could, Gamzee and Feferi have prepared an array of odd flavoured cupcakes. Ever had a fish cupcakes --is that tuna? dolphin? whale? who can say???-- A meat one? Is that catnip? Oh god what is in these?
Just go wild with whatever might be in these cupcakes. Feferi and Gamzee are very creative.
Sopor cupcakes: Oh no. Gamzee made these for his own private consumption, but somehow they ended up amongst the other cupcakes. Anyway, get one of these bad boys, and you'll be a little more mentally elevated than normal. That is to say high off your frigging rocker. Enjoy. The effects last for no more than three hours, and apart from a mild headache after, they leave no weird side-effects.
Feel absolutely free to threadjack or have multiple cupcakes. Replies can come from either Gamzee or Feferi or both.]
- Tags:bianca, butterfly, fai d. flourite, feferi peixes, gamzee makara, hashiba hideyoshi (samurai warriors), hilda, hiro kageyama, italy (feliciano vargas), the disciple, vegeta, vivi ornitier, xion
Who: Butterfly and the bubble
Where: The park, the Plaza, various locations around the bubble
When: All day
Style: Loud and obnoxious
Status: Open like Butterfly's interpretation of music
[You know who isn't bothered by crummy weather or fliers? Butterfly isn't bothered by crummy weather or fliers! He's even got a tiny notice of his own on his back, wearing it proudly like a little cape. That's totally what it is, right? A little cape? What else could it be?]
[The cooler weather is a bit of a problem for him, but he's found various warm places where he can hide, so as long as it doesn't get much colder, he'll be okay. Which means he's fluttering around happily and
violating assaulting serenading everyone with the musical stylings of a purple butterfly.]
Sugar, doo doo doo doo doo doooo!
Aaaaaw, honey honey! Doo doo doo doo doo doooo!
You are my candy giiiiirl!
And you got me wanting yoooooou!
Who: Zelda and ~anyone~
Where: Nostalgia Nook (morning), walking around (early afternoon), library (afternoon-evening)
When: March 6th
Status: So open it might leak into other people's posts, sorry about that people.
[Zelos was out for the day, and Zelda had grown very used to his company in the week since Sola came back. Kind of disturbingly used to it, really. She decides to head out herself to do a little shopping and then go to the library. It seems like she has something on her mind, but when doesn't she?]
Who: Butterfly and everyone who wants to get trolled by a bug
Where: The Plaza, near the coral
Style: like a crazy Broadway nightmare
[In the middle of the Plaza, near the coral, there's a small, purple butterfly with sodden wings. He's crouched close to the stones, his wings laying flat and useless on either side of his body, but he's largely unconcerned with his plight. It's warm here, and bright, and his wings will dry out soon enough. He's far enough away from the center of things that no one has noticed him yet, and once his wings are a little drier and not so heavy, he'll crawl up the side of the coral and get out of the way of hurrying feet and the possible range of any roving cats. In the meantime, though, he'll stay where he is, feeling the sun warm his wings and lighten them, and if anyone passes close enough or bends down towards him, they'll hear him singing, softly and quietly, to himself.]
What's this? What's this?
There's color everywhere!
What's this? What's this?
There's white things in the air...
[His wings shiver, and he laughs, a light, tinkling sound, and starts climbing the coral.]
Who am I?
Two four six oh one!