The Sudden!Family Event!

[whitepriest.livejournal.com]

What's this? Those two are sisters? But they don't look anything like each other! And wait--since when were those guys over there father and son?

As usual, the complex is playing pranks on it's inhabitants. This time though, it's going a step further and messing with people's memories! How so? Seems it's decided to make everyone play house. Suddenly characters will find themselves with new relatives--or at least they'll think their related. Age might not even be a factor, if you wanna go extra crazy with this.

Brothers, sisters, parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins... even spouses and children! Suddenly your character is a part of a big happy family~ Characters affected will believe this is how it's ALWAYS been. Of course, maybe your character isn't affected. In which case they probably think the whole place has gone nuts--which it has, really.

Comment with characters you want involved. If you want, give preferences. What relatives you want or if you just want your character to be an unaffected bystander. For bonus insanity, you can even have one character be convinced their related while their new 'relative' has no idea what their talking about.

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Special Delivery--One Little Sister~

[fatalfemmekey.livejournal.com]

Roxas is settled down on the complex roof with a bar of her favorite seasalt icecream. Today is a good day to kick back and relax. Okay, any day is a good day for that, in her opinion. And hey, she hasn't had any dreams about that Sora girl and the talking animals in over a week. Those are really bizzare.

He's been talking to Eridan and thought that's how it works. Don't tell him. XD

[adamic-eidolon.livejournal.com]

Sure do.
It's not so hard. It's really just drawin' the right cards in the right order.

[It appears to dawn on him. Appears being the key word since he's quite knowledgeable of his own abilities and the heavy hand of fate over him. In your game's terms. He has the luck of a clover. Not that he'd ever think it's anythign to do with luck. It's fate.]

Well, for normal people I guess that's hard.

But I'm pretty sure I got a few rare ones the last time. Thought you might like them.

[That smile. Picking out the packet which just HAPPENS to be chock full of rare is also something that's Hizumi exclusive. It's a perk to be buddies with him if you're a trading card collector. He's got more than jsut a few. Doling them out to you though is a sure and easy way to gain friendship clout. He's just so generous and good, after all...

Though he's getting some mixed memories here involving breeding animals in plush toys...
That briefly bothers him.
It's not like his mind to mix up things.
Oh well.
Maybe he shouldn't have watched Alien last night...]

You busy?
You could come by for them and try them out.
Or did you give up on the muscle rehab thing?

[He's just...so...sunny...]

Re: Here, Cross. Enjoy~

[father-cross.livejournal.com]

Cross bonks his son on the head. "Don't suddenly hug me, Sora!" He snaps, but he'll still ruffle his hair absently. He sighs and leans his head back a little bit.

"I'm too old to be going through all this yet again." Not that he really went through it the first time. Or the second or third times either. He was never around when his kids were growing up. Perhaps it was revenge then that now he had to raise Sora. He looked down at the brunette. "Do you want something to eat or something? Like candy?" Yes, Cross, distract the kid with candy before dinner. You're an excellent parent, obviously.

Re: Here, Cross. Enjoy~

[pint-size-hero.livejournal.com]

Cross gets the sad face for that as Sora rubs his head. It didn't really hurt too bad but it's the principal of the thing, really.

Of course candy totaly makes up for it and the bright smiles comes back. "What kind of candy?"

Re: Special Delivery--One Little Sister~

[gamblecardshark.livejournal.com]

Luxord is looking around for his little sister. Honestly, she promised to help him clean up his room. Not that it was really his room, he didn't want to be tied to one place for too long. But while this room was in his custody, he might as well take good care of it.

He placed his hands on his hips, not caring that he looked a bit ridiculous with that black apron tied around his waist. "Roxas! Roxas, where did you run off to this time?" He called.

I am never going ot leave this hospital. They'll have to keep sticking me with shots...

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[Damn, man, if he'd just remember, this would be like the diamonds on the bucket rim.

He's snorting now, and tracing the side of one of your horns with oblivious happies.]



[Some murky thought under the happy, contented haze of bad-trip green that's making him feel kind of nauseated and disfocused whispers just how pitiful Tavros would be if he were trapped falling, sweeping towards the ground... How easy it would be to sneak into his dreams and make it happen...

He blinks and shivers.
Good thing Tavros is so warm, but he's still getting a chill.
He creeps a little closer, and grits his teeth while his stomach clenches.
It's like pushing his head underwater so he can't hear what's going on above. The splashings and thrashings get distant...submerged.
He tries to lose the sudden awareness of his hands around Tavros's face. How small it seems.

Gamzee squeezes his eyes shut and pressed his temple agianst the side of your horn.]

Killing you with LOVE. There's a fine line between love and murder...! It's probably a troll thing.

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[Tavros wouldn't ever suspect the kinds of thoughts Gamzee sometimes has. The ones he's having right now. Gamzee's nice. Gamzee's always nice. Anyone who'd think otherwise is crazy. He just never would suspect Gamzee could even hurt a fly. Let alone him.]

THERE ARE NO LINES ANYMORE. Unless it's drawing up some wicked foursquare.

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[Maybe not hurt you. Not exactly. No moreso than is conventional for the pity quadrants, anyway. Real limb-wrenching stuff gets reserved for the other quadrants blackside. The voices in his head all agree--they value the quadrants more than he does.

Terrify you, though. Certainly. Make you cry. Make you helpless. And snatch you up in the midst of it, to savor that kind of exquisite, pitiable terror. What could be more stirring, after all, than the sight of your matesprit helpless as a sacrificial woolbeast?

Still, that mumble's like a drop of clarity against the headache he's starting to get--the thoughts he's starting to feel come out more clearly than they should.

(But that's right, isn't it? Because they all agree: all of him agrees. Tavros is infinitely pitiable. It's just not all of him that's content to sample the sweet, light traces of pity in the past without supping on the heavy delights he could play out like a well-chorused carnival...)

He stiffens, and jerks upright enough to look at you with the almost-comic open-horror you've come to expect. The serious fear of offense cuts through all the babble in his head for a moment of clarity such as he usually only gets when Karkat's shout is louder than even the loud in his head.

It's probably a redrom thing. Probably.]



[Sheepishly, pulling a piece of hair off of one of your horns.]



[His eyes glaze over briefly before he starts to snicker so hard he shakes and has to hold his stomach, curling up in a little ball on one side of your chair, knees under his chin, and his feet planted on your other leg.]



[Which would probably be a much sweeter thing to say if he weren't addressing all this to your left horn, with a look of soppily befuddled romantic intensity which seems to speak that any second now, he's going to try to knock lips with what he just called your "huge rack". Which in another universe where it means something different, would be an exceptionally awkward thing to say.

He shudders a moment, and whispers something under his breath that sounds like "" before blinking again, and just looking confused.

He really doesn't feel so good. This is turning into a really really bad trip full of side-effect and not enough dull. It's like something's shouting in one ear and whispering in another, and it's really hard to try to listen to both at the same time when Tavros-
Tavros is trying to tell him something.
He snaps to look at you, intent, penitent, expecting...]



[Another voice in that curl of nausea whispers that he didn't say anything, that he's being downright selfish.]

Food in belly=comment in inbox. Then possibly followed by Mog in bed.

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[It usualy takes him a bit of work to understand some of the things Gamzee says. It probably all makes sense to Gamzee, up in his pie-fuzzy mind.

But Tavros is actualy sober. So sometimes some of the things Gamzee says takes a little deciphering. And on occasion he doesn't get it at all. But for the most part he can work out what the main point of it is that Gamzee's trying to say at least.

He kind of gives an awkward little smile. Almost nervous--Gamzee, why are you talking to his horn?]

Sweet, you can hang around as I unleash this shitty faygo genie out of the bottle...

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[There's something creepy about the way his pupils get tiny at that, as he stares at you wide-eyed.]



[He shakes his head fiercely and seems to swipe at something in the air just around you, like he's swatting a fly, mouth twisting strangely, forming words.

He finally breathes out, and puts down his arm with a fresh shiver. There's definitely a pallor of pale indigo sweat starting down his neck, eyes freshly weird.]



[There's a funny choke, and suddenly he's shivering again, pressing his face close into your gill-less neck.]



[And a roar whooshes out of him, suddenly in a teeth-baring shout against your throat.]

Okay--one more. Then I'm going to DONKEY OUT. *Tease*

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[For a moment he's kind of worried there. Your not looking so hot, Gamzee. But the sudden shout, so close and so un-Gamzee-like makes him jump. Startled. And still worried. But it's a weird mix there, because he both want to see if your okay and simultaniously wants to put a little distance between you and him, just a little.]



[He hesitantly puts a hand against the side of Gamzee's face.]

EVERYONE HIDE THIS ASS-OUT POST FROM EQUIUS I MEAN IT. XD (You do that, dear.)

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[He puts hands to your shoulders, raises his head and smiles...a smile you're more used to coming from Terezi.

It's kind of disconcerting the way his teeth gleam next to the deep gray he's painted over his lips--so dark it almost make his lips look black like a girl's. His eyes dilate even as he looks, and for once really seems to focus-

That's just it, too, Gamzee's eyes never focus.
They're always staring a little dreamily right through you, or just past you, or somewhere over your shoulder... Never right at you. Much less like this, where he seems to suddenly notice, and look a moment at the hand you've put to his face, then flash right back, with a broad grin, seizing your face with both hands, and wrenching it upwards to look at him with...
An absurd strength you didn't know he had, actually. Much less with the sort of snap motion where he's kneeling over you, trapping you in your own chair. Uncomfortably close, body to body. Close in a sort of way that isn't the lack of noticing he's close that's usual for Gamzee, either. Aggressive like the way he's got your face in his hands, and his face is close enough to whisper, which he does--half of the time, anyway. Much too close the other half where he roars at you in a volume that makes your horns tingle with a lambent resonance you can't put your finger on.]



[He's squeezing the underside of your jaw in one hand, stroking the side of your face with the nails of his other hand. His breathing's much too close. From this distance, you can hear the faint, ragged natural honk-rasp that only normally shows when he starts getting tremendously excited.

There's a demented, and above all fierce affection in his too-focused eyes, as he's got your neck craned so far back it hurts. Just as abruptly, he lets go, still leaning, but simply touching your face, almost reverently, the clown-makeup demonic over his features, as he adds with a dementedly tender whisper, breathing almost obscenely into your face with every word]

WV: Have no idea why this pink person thinks you're his son

[can-has-ur-cans.livejournal.com]

[So many cans to rescue out of this recycling bin here... You humans clearly have no respect for the fact that every can, empty or full, can contribute its share to the glories of democracy if just given a chance...

He pauses and stares up at you, arms full of battered, wayward cans, waiting to be given a chance in his new city. He blinks a respectful greeting to the effect of "." before remembering that nobody here seems to speak blinking aside from him and dear sweet Serenity.

He goes back to staring. He hasn't had any dealings with full-sized humans that he knows of, yet.]

lol Silly Hizu. <3

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[Isn't there some common knowlege about not accepting candy from strangers? Shame that's probably a human concept. And anyway, this isn't candy, this is fiduspawn cards. It's so totaly different. He gives one of those little dorky smiles, all awkward and uncertain.]



[He's pretty happy about the thought of having someone to play with.]

Not gonna touch it... XD Just not gonna touch it...

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, this is majorly freaky. He's pretty well terrified. Gamzee's acting really, really strange and frightening. And that tight grip on his chin really hurts, but he can't seem to pull away.]



[At least that's what he thinks Gamzee is saying. It's hard to concentrate right now. He's afraid.]



[He swallows hard, his heart hammering in his chest. What is this? What is wrong with Gamzee? He wants to get away. Far away.]

RS:BE A HAPPY PAPA!

[geekin-the-pink.livejournal.com]

[Oh, hello there, beloved son. Raikou was looking for you. He never will understand your facination with cans, but that's okay. He'll try to remember to save the empty ones when he's done drinking or eating their contents. And at least try to stop Gau from getting upset and throwing them out. But for now, he's considering trying to pick you up and give you a happy pretend spaceship ride.]

So this is where you were. Having fun?

Re: Special Delivery--One Little Sister~

[fatalfemmekey.livejournal.com]

When she hears her brother's voice she looks around to see where he is. Oh! She leans forward some, carefully, to look down. There he is.

"Up here!" She calls, and winces as her icecream melts some and a drop falls from where she's perched on the roof to land on Luxord's head. Ooops?

WV: Be freaked the heck out. Mutely. Politely.

[can-has-ur-cans.livejournal.com]

[Being picked up is really frightening.

He blinks rapidly protesting as quickly as he can, while still freaking the heck out in pretty much every way.

This wasn't covered in his etiquette book. Then again, he might have eaten this particular page where large, soft, but still threatening pink humans pick you up and make alarming and violent spacecraft noises while moving you both around in the air.

The fact he's child-sized is hardly going to occur to him, after all.

He blinks for dear life.



Again, Raikou doesn't seem to understand.

Despairing, but not enough to drop his mayorly politeness, (He is a public figure after all, and as such must handle all displays of adulation with grace and poise) he'll be continuing to flail with all his weak, pathetic digits, dirty bedsheet flapping around his knees.

Sure, his rigid black carapace should protect him from most things, but an uncanny innate ability to measure distances isn't necessarily a reassuring thing to have when you're being hoisted off the ground by a perfect stranger when you're innocently defending lost cans from profound peril and the unknown, and giving them new homes in your town.

Serenity blinks concern or her mayorly friend, zipping around both of your heads. WV sends her for help with more rapid blinking, and the little firefly zooms off into the complex in search of others willing to assist, and capable of speaking blinking. Wayward Vagabond feels rather gloomy at the prospects there, but can't let himself fret.

A good mayor should always have a clear head for making decisions, and be willing to face the unknown with bravery.]

Re: WV: Be freaked the heck out. Mutely. Politely.

[geekin-the-pink.livejournal.com]

[Raikou is, of course, totaly not getting that this is only fun for him. He thinks the flailing is a sign of excitement! And why wouldn't it be? His son loves this game! He continues to make him fly for a little while~!]

Isn't this good fun? But my arms are getting tired. I'm going to have to put you down now.

[But this is probably not entirely a comfort, because once he's set you down he's going to examine those cans, picking them up and checking to see if their empty. It seems a real shame to him to just waste good food. He's planning to eat or drink the contents and return the can to his son.]

You really have a big collection now. You've been working hard, haven't you?

[can-has-ur-cans.livejournal.com]

[He regards the human once he's put back down on the ground. Wracking his memory, he notes that the windyboy flew with him. Albeit, in a rather striking vehicle and not simulating the advent of flight using his arms.

Could it be that these are overtures of friendship?

He lets the human person inspect his cans.
They're all good loyal citizens.
he's proud of them.
He scoots along on his polished knees, picking up his dropped citizens. A few seem dented. This is tragedy. He'll have to give them some sort of medal for services to their city, and bravery in the face of the unknown.

Considering he's been picking them out of the garbage and such, they're all empty cans.

It's not like emptying a can kills it or anything.]

[geekin-the-pink.livejournal.com]

[Raikou is quite dissapointed there's no food in any of the cans. Such a shame. Oh well. Instead he settles down on the floor and begins stacking the cans like he saw you do. He's a good father. He plays... whatever game this is... with his son!]

You know, if you like building so much there are toys like that. They'd probably be more fun than cans.

[Not that he sees anything wrong with his son playing with cans. Even if they are from the trash.]

[can-has-ur-cans.livejournal.com]

[This gets vehement head-shaking.

Abandon his citizens? He could never do such a thing!

He drops all his cans immediately so he can point out his sash to you.

He's a good mayor. One who would never oppress or ignore the cries of his beloved people.

Unlike kings.

Oh does he hate kings.]

You know you want to touch it. You know you want to give him a SQUEEEEEZE~

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[Just like that, the grip loosens, a demented expression of surprise passing over Gamzee's face.]



[And here he is, leaning close, touching your face much more gently, staring with wide yellow eyes.]



[He leans down with a strange expression again, resting his forehead against yours.]



[If the fear of how he's talking left you for a bit you'd probably be able to see how upset he seems over that. Though truthfully, it's pretty visable even now as he's worrying his hands over his face, smearing his paint, then pushing his hands right back to touch your face. Something seems to be stopping him; restraining him. It seems weird that he might only barely be able to touch you when he's blurring his own face like that.]

You and those horns, Gamzee.... *Shakes head*

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[He winces a little. He can't tell if Gamzee is angry with him or if that's just how it seems because of the half-shouting, half-whispering going on. And he's stuck. It's not like he can get away with Gamzee in his lap like this.]



[He doesn't know if appologizing will make this better or worse though. He doesn't know what Gamzee expects from him. He's freaked out--and it seems like Gamzee wants that. But it's hard to tell because Gamzee's words are, as ever, confusing.]



[With nowhere to go, all he can think to do is try to calm Gamzee down somehow. He reaches up, shakilly taking Gamzee's hands in his own.]



[He gives Gamzee's hands a squeeze, uncertainly. He's shaking so bad and he just doesn't know if any of this will help of make Gamzee angrier.]

All the INAPPROPRIATE GROPING. (Also, I apologize for this. It makes sense to Gamzee. >_<)

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[He feels that trembling. It just happens to make him angrier and more pitying all at the same time, because it's such a paltry little expression of the emotion of fear. Because it's so quiet.

He seizes your wrists hard, eyes filling up with red as he proceeds to give you an earful which positively roars with complicated rage-pity.]



[Gamzee scowls at this advice from himself, but leans forward nonetheless towards Tavros, and his face splits into the positively demonic smile of the "whisper" in his head.]