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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MoThErGrUb! *tries to awake your dreamself*

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[Gamzee is kind of preoccupied at the moment, though, hissing, and shaking his head.]



[He leans close, and his eyes disfocus again, as he mumbles in a familiar whimsical rumble,]



[Before he lurches over one of the arms of your chair and proceeds to choke out a long stream of sickly indigo-green vomit. He stops finally, and leans there, groaning, and shaking, the cords on his neck standing out. His breathing is especially harsh and honking, the gray of his neck chalky.]

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[He pauses, blinking as Gamzee's voice returns to a more normal level instead of a whisper or a shout. He sort of realizes this probably means the fearfest is over. But there isn't really much time to think about it as Gamzee's stomach apparently chooses that moment to empty itself.

Tavros hesitates a moment before uncertainly reaching down to rub Gamzee's back gently. He tries really hard not to look at the mess being made, but he is concerned.]

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[After the BLUHfest, Gamzee manages to pull himself back upright, wiping his mouth. He gives a faint, nauseated smile to Tavros.

Must be pathetic.
Pathetic is good. ...Sort of.
Pity-inducing, anyway. Which comes as a sort of neutralizing factor considering how shitty he's feeling right now. Where'd this sore throat come from? Must be the gastroacid.]



[He wipes at his mouth again with the back of his hand, and passes at the sides of his jaw for good measure. What's left of his gillstubs are burning with backwash as much as the inside of his nose is. He feels curiously embarrassed. Shame is a strange feeling for Gamzee. Normally he's at ease with his conscience, but right now, something feels...
Off.

But he can't think what. It feels worse than just mistakenly puking over the side of Tavros's wheel-device, but there's no reason why forthcoming in his brain. All they've done is talk, right?
And yet, he feels like he's done something...wrong.
He shifts nervously, scrunching up his body into a ball, and wiping his mouth again on his shirt-collar, eying Tavros with a muzzy, worried stare.]

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[Tavros is sending a worried stare back Gamzee's way too. On some level he still kind of wants to get away from there, because who knows if Gamzee's gonna freak again. But at the same time, seeing Gamzee obviously not feeling so great makes him want to try to help somehow.

He figures maybe he can start by wheeling them both to wherever it is Gamzee wants to go from here so Gamzee won't have to walk. At least right now it doesn't seem likely Gamzee will try to steer and do crazy things while sitting in his lap.]

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[The moment you start to maneuver both of you, he squeezes his eyes shut, and shuts his mouth tightly. He doesn't have anything left to throw up, but it sure feels like he might take another spew.

He curls his arms tightly around your neck, and hangs on, shivering until the wave passes, hissing between his chattering teeth.]



[Another jittery shiver before he mumbles into your shirt hesitantly,]



[He swallows hard.]



[He's still clinging to you, mumbling into the front of your shirt with his head at an awkward angle so his horns press against the sides of your face and his head tucks under your chin.

He's afraid and guilty, and doesn't know why. His voice cracks hoarsely.]



[He did something wrong. He just knows it, deep in his...
Well. His gut. Better known as his "water", but definitely his gut. The thing that's all churned up right now, and scared.

If he knows one thing, it's that he can't take being abandoned. His fingers bite into Tavros' shoulders without meaning.]

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[He's silent for a moment, listening to Gamzee and... sort of just thinking as they move along. But, this is Gamzee. This is the Gamzee he knows. Not whatever those crazy other Gamzees were. Obviously, their Gamzee too. But at the same time, their not.

This Gamzee--his Gamzee(?)--this is the one he knows. The one who's just so darn sweet and pitiful. Like right now, curled up against him in the chair, on his lap, seeming so unsure.]



[This whole thing probably scared Gamzee too. Blanking out and not knowing what you've been doing all this time. He's sure gotta think about the whole thing. And from now on watch out if Gamzee seems like he might be on a bad slime trip. But... Right now, it's kind of hard to think of this Gamzee and those other two as having any connection.]

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[Gamzee's grip relaxes with a sighed honk. Actually, his whole stringy body just kind of melts back into it's ordinary, floppy bonelessness. A little beyond the ordinary, even. A soft, jelly puddle cuddled against you, quiet, and still.

He's absolutely silent except for the faint honk-rasp that's his normal breathing for a very long time as you wheel along.]

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[He's sure he'd had some ideas before. But now he can't recall what he'd had in mind for them to do. Maybe he can try to teach Gamzee fiduspawn...]

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[Gamzee raises his head, grinning disfocusedly at you with no regard for personal space as usual, face an inch from yours. He still seems to be a little more like his old self, though.]



[And hold hands, he thinks with dumb, drug-hollowed hope. Whispering sweet nothing-raps into one another's listening sponges.

And give any seadweller who wants to stare and judge a faceful of motherGLUBBING club, never mind how stupid that is. Because you're matesprits, and he doesn't care anymore. Terrified as he is of seadwellers, if they put so much as a single fin up to destroy his date night, he will have to motherfucking subjuggulate a bitch.

But first, pie.
He's shivering again, and holding onto you. It's so nice that you're so warm. Such a miracle.]

lol that icon. XD <3__<3 No, wait needs fangs. <3,,,,<3

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[Tavros is pretty grateful for typical Gamzee right now. Even if it does include personal space invasion.]



[Is there a beach around here? He can't remember seeing one. But he'll see what they can find to make it work.]

The smiley fangs of LOVE. (I knew you'd like it. Such a winning FACE.)

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[Sadly, it hasn't occurred to Gamzee that any good self-respecting home comes without a beach. Though we'll grant he didn't spend as much time on his back home with his neighbors...

It starts to dawn on him that he's not in his hive, and he's probably landlocked.

His excited face falls.

DATE NIGHT IS RUINED!

He'd better think of something quick before Tavros notices, otherwise he'll want to leave, and not having Tavros leave seems very very important right now.

If he were prone to introspection--which he isn't, because introspection can get very crowded in his head, until it becomes more like a congress--he'd realize ow different this sort of behavior is even for him. Usually he's chill with the idea of casually exploring quadrants, and would let Tavros go and do the same.

But right now...
He's not.
Right now it's absolutely crucial that you find him interesting, pitiable, anything!

It's dimly unsettling, but no less urgent, somehow.

He thinks of something.]



[His hands are shaking, palms oozing pale violet sweat. Just a pie and he'll be fine. Ice cream seems like a good distraction. Something that will keep Tavros there while he gets his fix.

It's really tearing him up having to choose between his fix and his matesprit.]

I dooooooo~!

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[Actualy if they just looked accross the street there's a park with a sandbox. It's no beach, but sand castles are totaly possible. Not that Tavros knows this, yet. He hasn't been exploring much.]



[Well, at least Gamzee isn't trying to offer him the pies. Usualy it's the pies. And he'd really rather never relive that time he actualy tried one...]



[And Gamzee isn't freaking out, even if he is shaking pretty bad. Tavros doesn't care what they do, as long as it helps Gamzee calm down and chill out.]