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

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[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*

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[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

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[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*

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[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:{

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HONK. honk.

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[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*

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[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*

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

*continues to chase, honking...annnnd....POUNCE!* HONK!

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[It turns his face back to a wide clown-grin to hear you talk like that, playing idly with your hair. He's getting through to you now. For a second, he can even imagine you going berserk together, you flying about with your lance, and him with his clubs, painting eachother's faces with blood.

BEST DATE EVER. SO ROMANTIC.
It gives him a little clammy shiver, as he tries to ignore that persistent whimsical voice in the fringe of clouds looming at the edges of his momentarily clear mind, and the knot in his gut. He hasn't thought so clearly in ages, like Hell he's giving it up that easily.]



[The whisper leans in for just a moment, by your ear.]



[he leans back and a look of annoyance crosses his face, a sulk twisting his painted mouth.]



[One of Gamzee's giant hands swats at the air, before he hisses and covers his ears. The knot in his stomach's getting worse, and that foggy, whimsical voice won't leave it alone.]

X____X bLUHHHH,,,,

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[That is so not his idea of the best date ever. Actualy, that would probably scare him again.]



[He's not sure what else to say. It's not like he really believes Rufio is real, even. Well, his self esteem is real. But it's not like it's a sentient being...]



[Trying to reassure Gamzee. Sort of. He's afraid of what Gamzee might go and do next to try and 'bring Rufio out'.]

MoThErGrUb! *tries to awake your dreamself*

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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...]