[TC]: DISCOVER THE MIRACLES OF WINTER [[New Years Fireworks + Snow]]

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[Silent night.

Night-full-of-holes.

All is calm.

All is bright.

Except as the complex has no doubt discovered by now, all the trolls are nocturnal for the most part. Granted, human sunlight blinds you slower, and you can stay up for it if you want, but most of them choose to stick to more natural schedules regardless.

And trolls like things a little less than bright. Unless you're Kanaya, then sunlight just makes you sparkle.

One young troll in particular has been getting his notice on to the sounds outside. Small explosions, almost. The FLARPers (Fatal Live Action Role Players) must be out in force tonight, which makes him turn to his slime a little harder, shivering.

But a sliver of light cuts through behind one of the mattresses he's piled against the window, and he shifts it to take a look despite himself.

This will prove to be an excellent decision on his part.]


HoLy MoThErFuCk...


[Trolls don't celebrate new perigees after all.

It takes him a second for his eyes to adjust to the painfully bright explosion of lights and colors. When he does, it takes him a second longer to process that the sky is starting some sick fires.

Soon nearly everyone in the complex can hear him zipping down the hallways, barefoot, and trailing his puppet-bro lil Cal, though he's run to get his troll-buddies, primarily.]


HeY!
HeY mOtHeRfUcKeRs!
It'S sHoWeRiNg FlOwEr-FiRe MiRaClEs AnD fReEzY-aShEs OuTsIdE!
InDiBrOtHeR tAv!
PeAnUt-Me!
TaVbRo!
BeSt FrIeNd!
It'S rAiNiNg MoThErFuCkInG mIrAcLe-DaZzLe!
HoNkHoNkHoNkHoNk!



[He cartwheels madly through the halls, making rather more noise than one would suspect is possible coming from just one little guy with a fistful of horns and a scarf made of puppet.

Fortunately for Gamzee, many humans stay up late to welcome the new year.

But it seems the complex itself is adding the fireworks.

Feel free to take your characters out, enjoy the falling snow, and celebrate!]

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[crabtankerous.livejournal.com]

[Karkat's room was blissfully quiet and dark save for the glow from his laptop screen on which he is hammering out a very important memo. But the sound of one very blissful clown flipping out in the hallway is definatly too distracting for him to concentrate. Thus, he slams open his bedroom door to shout at said clown.]

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[Said clown was executing aformentioned cartwheels by your door.

You'd swear that puppet almost has a mind of its own. In hindsight, it had its head turned to you. Who's to say it didn't reach out that arm of its own free will, and grab you by the leg.

You'd swear it laughed at you as it did.

Gamzee, however makes a really disconcerting sound as he's yanked backwards by the neck, and flops over, while you lose your footing and join him in a crash, and a tangle of puppet and adolescent alien limbs.]



[Once he straightens up and rubs his neck, he grins unsteady sunbeams at you. His eyes are shining like a new-hatched baby grub's.]

[crabtankerous.livejournal.com]

[Whatever Karkat was about to say is cut off as he tumbles to the ground with Gamzee and that freaky puppet. It doesn't take him long to begin smacking his hands angrilly at Gamzee and shouting again though.]

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[The smacking seems as great a game as any. Gamzee joins in, honking with laughter.

It's the best he can probably get, after all, with a Karkat who doesn't-

He pushes the thought out of his mind and into the cloud of sopor fog over his pan, letting it get lost and muffled.

He speaks between cheerful, friendly smacks, as you two flail at one another.]

[crabtankerous.livejournal.com]

[This is not a game. But Karkat continue to smack at him in his rage.]

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[Gamzee continues to happily smack back. His hands are so cold that even if he could feel it with the amount of slime he's on, he probably wouldn't feel it.]

[crabtankerous.livejournal.com]

[He tries to roll over and shove Gamzee off. He's tired of the slap not-game.]

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[Gamzee stops, inspects his hands. They look normal to him.]

[crabtankerous.livejournal.com]

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[He moves so you can get up, and sits, chilling peacefully on the floor.

He's just get his wait on while you check out the wicked explosions outside, with all the fire flowers.]

[crabtankerous.livejournal.com]

[He is not pleased, Gamzee. Not at all. But he makes his way to the door and wrenches it open to check.

And...

Okay.

There is something weird and white falling outside. And he really wasn't expecting to find anything at all. Because Gamzee's a moron who eats his bedding and halucinates.]



[Alarm. And caution. He doesn't know what this stuff is and he's not sure if it's dangerous or not. But it's falling and seemingly building up on the ground. What is it trying to do? Band together to crush them all? Bury the complex under it's combined weight and trap them forever? That'd take forever with how tiny they are, but who the fuck knows. It still might try.]

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[He zooms up close, and grins from over your shoulder.]



[And he points as a lone firecracker whizzes up into the sky and explodes with a little blossom of spray.]

[crabtankerous.livejournal.com]

[Okay. He's really not thinking 'miracles'. The weird white stuff seems pretty tame next to the giant fireballs in the sky though.]

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[That question calls for some serious thought. It take Gamzee a second to contemplate.]



[Might as well at least enjoy the hurtling doom, Karkat, if it's pretty.]

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[That horrified scream is because Gamzee just cartwheeled right into Tavros as he wheeled around the corner and right into Gamzee's path.]

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[There's another spectacular crash, though this one's put more a measure of panic on Gamzee's face, because he recognizes the scream. He fumbles midair to keep you from hitting your head as your wheel device gets knocked aside with a spectacular crash.

How he actually moved into a proper position to keep you from getting hurt is probably beyond you. You didn't even see him move. As is, he's a little lopsided, skidding to a halt, your head and your horns safely cradled against his chest.

You can probably feel him craning up to look at you, and maybe even see the flicker of real panic cross his face before he realizes you're alright and his face cracks into a joyous grin like nothing happened, and you aren't on the floor after surviving yet another of his terrifying crashes, cradled rather embarrassingly close against one another.

He reeks stale sopor warmly all over your face.]

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[He is totaly unsure what just happened there. Somehow that crash didn't end with him in huge ammounts of pain. Just minor pain. Mostly because Gamzee is kind of squishing him. Other than that, he has no idea.]

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[He remembers to loosen his grip, finally, and props you both upright, so he can look out with misty fondness, painting up a word-picture for you.

It's pretty cozy, except Cal's wooden head is kind of wedged between you.]



[He's misty-eyed and dreamy for a second, before he brightens again, hooking your arm around his neck.]



[His hands are like ice as he lifts you, honking excitedly like he can't contain himself, chattering as he rights your chair and sets you in it.

He's positively glowing, beaming at you. If you've ever seen or heard him this coherent and happy, it was probably a really long time ago. He seems so expectant, too, and he hasn't settled himself in your lap in your chair like he usually does.

He's practically dancing, shuffling from one bare foot to the other.]

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[He has no idea what Gamzee's talking about. Kind of figures the pie has him halucinating or something. But Gamzee seems pretty excited about it so Tavros will go with him. But first...]



[They'll both find something warmer. No sense turning into troll freeze pops. Although Tavros doesn't know the extent of that coldness out there now...]

Sorry. I had to edit that for some miracles. I know you'll approve of the blanket. Have fun with it.

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[All he gets is a blink. Gamzee doesn't own anything warmer. At night he's been folding himself between two of the soft mattresses, and pretending to be a fresh-pressed grub. There's too little of his slime left to sleep in.

And when he's got enough slime, he doesn't even feel it. He looks at Tavros, and smiles again, happily.]



[He's cold all over, actually, but not so he can feel it. His skin's too numb for that thanks to all his sopor. Everything's got a nice warm glow to it. Hypothermia is just a long word and all, and how can you tell anyways, when your skin's gray, and your face is decked with demon greasepaint.

It felt really, really great to hold you, but then again, it always feels good to hold you. Or Karkat. Or any of those other warm motherfuckers.

He peers sideways.]



[He's staring pointedly at your legs, pushes one with his knee so it matches up with the other, your feet in the right places.

Gamzee could see you being cold.

He screws up his face in concentration and folds his hands, "getting his commune on" with the house.

A quilted pink blanket drops from the ceiling, and snags on one of your horns. It has fat little naked human-grub-things with wings on it, starting simperingly up at the ceiling, with these flimsy looking fixed sheets not quite covering their cheeky pink backsides. Actually, it looks like it once served as a tablecloth at one of the less than savory teaparties in this place, which is all sorts of awkward, and makes on wonder what it might do...but it sure looks warm, and definitely seems big enough for you.

Gamzee gives a honk of delight and throws a pinch of glittering stuff out of his pocket.

He loves the miracles in this place.

Cal gets a fistbunp for good measure.]

XD omg..... Such a cute and ridiculous blanket....!

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[The complex does seem to try to be helpful. In it's own weird, embarrassing way. Sometimes. It's kind of like a doting mother who kisses her child out in front of the school and leaves a big lipstick stain on their cheek.]



[He thinks this blanket is actualy kind of cool. They sort of look fairy-ish to him. Those little chubby humans. And it's not like the pink part of it really bugs him. Why should it? Trolls don't think of pink for girls and blue for boys the way humans do. Pink sounds perfectly reasonable. Red might have been a bit embarrassing for some, but Tavros isn't high enough on the blood spectrum to really care too much about that.

He lays it over himself but there is something that bugs him. He feels kinda bad about being all snuggly and warm while Gamzee isn't. Yeah, Gamzee said it was fone. But he still feels bad. So he picks at the blanket for a moment, considering before.... very, very hesitantly lifting the corner of it.]



[Just this once. Because he'd feel terrible otherwise. What could it hurt anyway?]

PFFFFF. TAVROS THAT IS SO FLUSH OF YOU. CUE INNER OVERWHELM.

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[As starved for lusus-esque doting as Gamzee is, of course he'd be delighted with such a home. He does ted to think of the complex as a big, miraculous lusus, though...

That "lusushome" has yet to provide him any sopor, no matter how hard he tries to pray to it, or talk to it. It keeps dropping mattresses in his room. And the mattresses are cool enough in their own way, but...

He's distracted by your suggestion, though.
Are his spongeclots deceiving him?

You can't see under his makeup, but his neck flushes bright indigo. He's shocked, and absolutely elated.

He trembles a little--so fast, actually, that his outline seems to blur for a second.

Cal's whispering at him again, he glances at the puppet. That's right, he's got to play this cool. Just because it's a red gesture doesn't mean it's the right degree of red. It could be as pale as the blanket itself.

Right, he's got to play this cool.

He proceeds to hurl himself into your lap, probably knocking the page of breath right out of you. You can't even protest before he's wrapping his (FREEZING) arms around your neck, clinging to you.]



[You're so warm. It's pathetic but he really doesn't want to let go. And on some level, that feels really really stupid, and like he's stepping on whatever feels you might have going on like so many secret horns he didn't see.

But...then again...

He doesn't know how much longer he's going to be him. His slime's running low. And so much of it's just not...effective anymore, not to mention he feels a lot more certain of his feelings. A lot more feeling in general.

Time was he'd just zone out in his room for days on end, but here he feels like he's been doing so much.

Like he has all this need to move.

He grips your back.

It's not like he can run when it's all in his head, though.

His voice cracks.]



[He's glad you can't see his face for a second as he sniffs.

He really is feeling a lot more than he ever has, he thinks. Cal whispers at him, though, distracts him, tells him it only ends one way. He waves off the puppet with a massive hand, sniffling again, and wishing he had a moirail. (Or is it just a moirail who'd remember him?)

The nightmare with your cold severed head in his hands. It's never going to happen. He's never going to let it happen. Not again. Even the voices have promised him that.

They all agree on that much.

There are a few more pops outside, and he brightens a little, leaning back and letting up on his vice-grip hug.]

DON'T TELL HIM THAT. HE IS PRETENDING THIS IS ALL PERFECTLY PLATONIC.

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[Yipes! He should have known Gamzee would leap into his lap like that. It's so Gamzee. There's some minor arm flailing as he shifts and tries to get comfortable--and find a position where he can breath better. Then as soon as that's done, there are cold arms around his neck.

He takes the time to adjust the blanket so Gamzee is all wrapped up too. You will be all warm and snuggly in no time, bro.]



[He starts wheeling them in the direction of the front door. He noticed earlier that the complex seems to have put a ramp in, like it knew Tavros would need it to get in and out. Of course, now it's probably getting all covered in snow....]

Poor poor Gamzee. XD

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[Gamzee curls up into a ball so you have enough free-arm movement. Normally, he'd be fine with wheeling you along and saving you the trouble, but curling up and leaving his head against your chest feels right, too, if it probably leaves you with rather more limited head-movement, thanks to his horns pressed against the side of your face.

He can hear your pumpbiscuit baking out some sweet beats, and the creak of your wheel device wheels as you go. He's unexpectedly oblivious, wiggling his bare toes and peeking at them under the blanket. They're still freezing cold against your legs, not that you can feel them, thankfully.

The blanket's warm, but you're definitely warmer.

Any helpful advice you might be waiting for on how to get snow off the ramp isn't forthcoming.]

Re: Poor poor Gamzee. XD

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't know what the snow even is. So he doesn't realize how slippery it is. Prepare for the four-wheel device hurtling down the ramp quicker than Tavros was ready for, causing him to yelp in alarm. Thankfully there is plenty of room with no obstacles to roll along at the bottom. Tavros manages to catch the wheels after a few moments and stop them on the lawn.

Once that's done he can check out the snow as it falls. And the fireworks over head.

Whoah. What is this stuff?]

Re: Poor poor Gamzee. XD

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[Well this is exciting for a second. Excuse him as he honks a little, excitedly. he's a bit depressed that you don't both fall over.

But then you're checking out the snow, and he beams.]



[As if just waiting for him to say that, there's a snap, and after a few seconds, a pop as something like a giant fire dandelion explodes against the sky, and the snowflakes drifting onto both of your upturned faces.

Gamzee stands up, causing the blanket to fall, balanced on both of your chair arms. He honks happily.]

Re: Poor poor Gamzee. XD

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[Okay. The sky really is lighting up sick fires tonight. And ice. At the same time. That.... is actualy pretty darn cool.]

Re: Poor poor Gamzee. XD

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[Gamzee continues to honk, and rock the chair until he leaps off, barefoot, and starts running through the snow, scooping it up.

More little pops and deeper explosions as the fireworks continue. Gamzee seems to be spinning without a care in the world, crunching through ankle-deep snow, and throwing it up in the air.

Actually, you've probably never seen him so happy.]

Re: Poor poor Gamzee. XD

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[It's definatly nice to see Gamzee having a good time. And even if it's cold out here, he's enjoying the fireworks and the snow. Both of which are really pretty. He reaches out to catch some of it and watches in mild dissapointment as it melts in his hand. Oh well... Guess you can't get an up close look at them...]

Re: Poor poor Gamzee. XD

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[For once, Gamzee called it. He picks up a big fistful of wet snow, and carries it to you, holding it up and out. He makes sure not to get any in your blanketed lap.]

Re: Poor poor Gamzee. XD

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[Oh look. It all bunches together and sticks. That's kind of neat. He reaches out to take it. It is kind of like icecream. Cold and wet. But not sticky. Weird because of how it all clings together like that. He expected it to be sticky.]

i BET YOU COULD PROBABLY BUILD,
uHHH,
sAND CASTLES OUT OF THIS,
oR, uHHH, i MEAN SOMETHING,
lIKE SANDCASTLES,
tHAT AREN'T REALLY,,,, sANDCASTLES,
,,,,bECAUSE THIS ISN'T SAND,

[It sounded right in his head. It just didn't come out right...]

Re: Poor poor Gamzee. XD

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[Whether it sounds right or not is of no concern to Gamzee, because he lights up like twelfth perigees eve.]



[And there he goes, packing the snow, and pushing it off of the damp, dead grass underneath, making a nice Tavros-sized spot, then a much wider ring beside it.

His toes are turning purple with the cold, but he doesn't seem to notice at all. The same for the tips of his fingers.]

Re: Poor poor Gamzee. XD

[alltakingurnose.livejournal.com]

[Well, it sounds fun to try it out. Building castles out of this stuff. But he is definatly concerned over how cold it is. Expecially with Gamzee's extremities starting to change color there.]




[He feels so bad about suggesting it. Because Gamzee obviously wants to do it.]

[cuteandschemy.livejournal.com]

[Zexion was trying to sleep. But it seems lately there are a lot of noisy, weird-looking kids who like to run down the halls shouting at night. As much as he'd like to stay in his nice warm bed and ignore it, the shouting doesn't seem to be stopping.

So he rolls out of bed and head out to investigate, groggily grabbing a broom on the way. If it's one of those horned things again, he remembers the last one was pretty vicious. And he's not opposed to giving one of them a good whack with a broom to shut them up.

Broom in hand, he heads out into the hall to investigate.]

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Hey. There's a short robed human in the hall with a broom, now. Gamzee runs up to investigate, honking blissfully, ugly puppet still tied around his neck.]



[Granted, Gamzee's a lot weirder looking than Karkat, but he doesn't seem to be armed. If anything, he seems to be about as happy as a demonically clownish alien can be.]

[cuteandschemy.livejournal.com]

[See how not-impressed he is by this, Gamzee. He just stands there, broom still in hand, taking in the appearance. Gamzee looks a bit more intimidating than Karkat did too. It's not lost on Zexion how big and strong those hands look.]

Miracles?

[What on earth is this weird kid talking about?]

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[He does have huge hands, but a troll can't help what hands he's given. A troll's just got to look up at the sky and thank the mirthful messiahs for yet another gift of miracle.

He's still cheerful, and in mirth-praise-mode. Even blue-haired motherfuckers with brooms can't get him down. He's all into sharing the celebrate.]

[cuteandschemy.livejournal.com]

[He turns his eyes to the window briefly, listening to the sound of the fireworks going off. Ah. Right. New Years. He doesn't think he's ever really bothered to celebrate it before. Perhaps when he was very small, before his father died, he might have. But it's been a long time.]

You mean the fireworks? I take it you've never seen them before?

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[As previously mentioned, there is no troll new years, so Gamzee just grins.]

[cuteandschemy.livejournal.com]

[That... is probably the stupidest thing he's heard. Fireworks made of friendship between clouds? That's just...]

Actualy, their just a type of colorful explosive that people launch into the sky to celebrate various holidays.

[Now that he thinks about it, it might be his ex-roomate setting those things off. He was pretty fond of those kinds of things. Maybe he'll go take a look soon since he's up anyway. Once he's done setting this kid straight anyway.]

[off-the-honk.livejournal.com]

[He makes a face and shakes his head almost sadly.]

[cuteandschemy.livejournal.com]

[Is this kid serious? Really?]

I know because I've seen them at work. I could show you if you don't believe me. It's very simple.