The Sudden!Family Event!

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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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And then coming back that night and... offering them more of what put them there.

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[He would probably adore little fairy wings for his four-wheel-device. It'd make him totaly happy.]

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

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[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.

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[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.

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[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...

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[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.)

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[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]

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.]

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

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[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. >_<)

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[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.]

Trying to comment after not sleeping all night. Hopefully I make sense... *HEADDESK*

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[He does give a small cry of pain at the tight grip on his wrists. But still no screaming. It's not that he doesn't feel the need to scream. But it's like it's stuck and all he can manage is a half-choked noise in his throat.

He tries to tug his wrists free, pulling this way and that as he tries to break Gamzee's grip.

Rufio is fake. He's always been fake. Tavros tries really hard to pretend he's real sometimes. Because it gives him just a little boost of confidence to think that. But if Gamzee is waiting on Rufio to appear, he'll be waiting a long time.

There's a fresh wave of fear sweeping over Tavros and this time the noise is more like a strangled soft sob. Closer. But not what Gamzee's asking for. It's soon followed by tears though. At this point he can't even hold it together enough to worry about what's making Gamzee act like this. He just wants out of there. Away from this.]

Ahahaa. Both of us. What are the chances. Three hours for me, none for you. WE NEED TO STOP BEING KK

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[The moment the sobs start coming out, he regrets it, a look of alarm flitting over his face.

And yet.
Regret is the absolute violin-string of pity.
It's keening so hard and so fast in him right now.
Just eh sheer heights of that feeling are amazing.

And you can't share in that. You can't, with how pent in you are. You can't even bring yourself to scream. There's just something so heart-wrenchingly pathetic about all of it.

He's a descendant of the high subjuggulators. he shouldn't be submitted to this sort of thing. Beyond it. Diametrically, at once, he feels unworthy of it, and admiring of the lowly vessel inspiring it. (While some dim, whimsical voice tries to speak in the back of his mind, tries to say something important...loosens his hands...)

Gamzee leans forward and kisses Tavros.
Lightly. So lightly it's just a ghost of the stick of paint on skin before he draws back, releasing his hand, and smoothing at Tavros's hair. The pity on his face is absolutely undisguised by now, sorrowful.

To think you're that enslaved. It makes him so angry. His voice is rough, and hoarse, the shout cracking in a few places, his breathing heavy.]



[And he holds your face in his hands, pressing your foreheads together, before he squeezes his eyes shut. The honks deepen for a moment, staccato out,his shoulders shaking. It takes a while before the motions are even distinguishable as sobs. Not long after the honks rise into another roar.]



[No sooner does he finish this roar, than he darts another kiss. No warning. Indigo tears on the painted white of his face. Another brief flash.]

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[Tavros stops struggling as the hands on his wrists loosen. But he still really wants to get away. This is definatly nightmare material.

He's afraid to actualy say that Rufio isn't real. With the way Gamzee is acting he's not sure how that would go over...

The lips against his own which would usualy cause him much embarrassment only serves to scare him more because it's so confusing. Gamzee's got him so mixed up.

He sits with his eyes squeezed shut, arms now limp in Gamzee's grip. He can hear Gamzee sobbing too and for a moment he thinks thats it. It's over. But then the shouts start up again.]



[His voice is small, choked, but he manages to speak.]



[He regrets it almost immeadiatly, even though right now it's true. He is trapped. And he doesn't know how to get away. He feels so scared and helpless. And it's Gamzee making him feel like that. But to actualy say that when Gamzee's acting like this. It just freaks him out more. Because Gamzee's being so unpredictable. He doesn't know what will set him off more and what will calm him down. He just doesn't know...]

TAVROS STOP CRACKING MY POOR BISCUIT IN TWO.

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[And that doesn't make you feel better.

What's a clown to do?

Killing something seems out of the question right now. Plus it'd probably just upset you more.

There's a heated internally directed glare, as the expressions flash back and forth over Gamzee's face, roaring in one ear, whispering in the other, each voice apparently staring off into space, getting angrier with the other.]



[This brings a pause, before Gamzee looks back at Tavros again, and grabs his shoulders, desperately.]

Tavros breaks everyone's pump biscuit. </3

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[Up until now the two voices have been agreeing so Tavros never noticed--never thought for a moment that they might actualy be seperate. I mean sure, the alternating between shouts and whispers was strange. But he hadn't though much on it, mostly because he was too busy freaking out.

Now though... it's like Gamzee's having an argument with himself. The shout and the whisper... arguing. He's still pretty scared of this whole situation. But, they seem to be arguing about him. About scaring him. And it's really probably the clearest he's ever heard Gamzee. It's not hard to figure out what he means. So he doesn't need to think hard to understand.

Gamzee's got some kind of split personality. And he's arguing with it about scaring him. Which, he had kind of though Gamzee was trying to do. But maybe he's misunderstood.

He opens his eyes and stares back at Gamzee, still scared, but trying to wrap his mind around the whole thing.]

DARN IT TAVROS I NEED MY PUMPBISCUIT. You are paying all my hospital bills.

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[That gets a blink before he draws his knees up to his chin, but he seems...sort of pleased, and definitely a bit less riled at himself, even if his voice still fluctuates, and his eyes are intensely locked on yours the whole time.]

wELL, oKAY,,, iT IS KIND OF, uHH, mY FAULT,,, *BREAKS PUMPBISCUIT MORE*

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[Gamzee seems... calmer now. Still shouting, but Tavros is a little less afraid now that he knows why he's shouting. But he's still worried to tell Gamzee the truth about Rufio. It's not like he can lie about it...]

GAHHHHHHH. *collapse*

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[And with that, Gamzee pushes a hand to his mouth to stifle the honk-snorts of his laughter.]



[He pushes your chin back up to look at him, affectionately, even if there's still that spark of mad glee and lambent rage in his eye.]



[There's that sharp whisper-smile, all a million shark's teeth.]

D:{

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

HONK. honk.

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[This doesn't stop the shark's grin, and the hissed chuckling.]



[Time for another out of the blue kiss--a gently scraping cheek-bite that doesn't even leave a mark, or even the slightest sting of pain.]

>__> *Hides*

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[Tavros doesn't feel like he's getting through to Gamzee. But at least he's calm now, which in turn makes Tavros feel a little less alarmed too. The kiss even gets a little flush this time.]

*chases*

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[Yeah, he notes that nice color turning up under your skin. It makes him grin wider.]



[That gets an expression of annoyed anger from Gamzee.]

aHHHH! *hiding place found--wheels away*

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[That grin doesn't exactly look nice. But it's better than a glare at least.]