What could possibly go wrong?

[per_tinacious]

Who: Everyone!
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: The Biodome
Summary: Steph and Gamzee invite everyone to a picnic! Threadjacking and mingling is ENCOURAGED!
Rating: Let's just go with R
Warnings: Strong language, violence, chaotic posting, explosions, anything else that can go wrong at a picnic

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Gamzee hadn't been feeling well at first. Initially, he'd even thought of skipping. But that shit would've been impolite; after all, he'd suggested it along with Stephanie, so he damn well oughta show to one of his own parties, you know?

For a moment, he just looked out over the grounds, stunned. Shit, there were a lot of people here. And that felt kinda...awesome. Magically, even. So much so that, for the moment, he was just stuck there staring.

it kind of got popular... sorry for all these tags!

[per_tinacious]

"Is that a good silence or an 'I hate this place' silence?" She smiled her most comforting smile ever! She knew Gamzee didn't hate it. She actually wasn't sure if he could really hate anything...

But the fact that he hadn't dropped an F-bomb in the past three minutes kind of worried her.

"You okay?"

LOL its cool. I'm actually heading to bed soon since I ain't feeling good, so I'll be backtagging

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He looked over to Stephanie rapidly, like he was a small animal that had just heard a loud sound and was trying to make sure it wasn't. He smiled automatically, whoever, when he saw who the speaker was.

"Shit, chica, I love this bitch. All nice and like, naturey, you fuckin' know?" He imparted sagely. Well, as sagely as a foul-mouthed 13 year old could.

He nodded, though it was a bit slower then usual. "Yeah chica. Shit's all good. Fuckin' killer."

backtag forever. FEEL BETTER <333

[per_tinacious]

What a relief. For a second there... nah. Gamzee would be Gamzee no matter what.

"I'm so glad. It's a pretty awesome place. It even sort of has clouds!" Another thing she couldn't remember when she was fearing for the lives of her friends.

"Equius and I haven't punched each other yet!"

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He looked up to examine what she said, and widened his eyes a little. Holy shit, there really were clouds there.

"Fuckin' sweet..." he said softly, almost reverently. He turned his head back to Stephanie as she continued, trying to smile.

"Well shit, that's good chica. Last thing I want is you two gettin' angry like that with each other again."

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Probably not a good idea to bring up the fighting. It would not help Gamzee's fragile chill.

"So... the light doesn't bother you? Like, the artificial sun and stuff? A few of the others were complaining about it. Something about the undead... or something. You seem to like it here."

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Gamzee crossed his legs in front of him, just smiling and looking down a bit.

"Uh...shit, it don't bother me too much. ...Like, a lot of the time, the days are hot as shit on Alternia, and like, fucking undead rise up and shit. I didn't fucking have to worry about it much though, since I lived near the shore."

[b100b100dtroll]

Finally! Enough of dealing with the riffraff. As soon as Equius spotted Gamzee, he was on his way over. Despite the awfulness of the rest of the facility's inhabitants, he was still feeling a bit pleased about their conversation the previous day. Hopefully it was just a matter of time and his fellow troll would get over this insecure phase in short order. He'd prefer to give Gamzee a proper greeting, but Equius did recall the request to not tell anyone about his status.

A common greeting, then. "Hi."

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He looked over at Equius quickly, almost defensively, though he calmed when he noticed it was a friend. Good. Equius didn't seem mad about yesterday. Maybe he'd forgiven him for getting all pissed off. That shit wasn't cool. ...Hoped it wasn't coming again, either.

"Sup trollsef?" He said happily, smiling his ass off. "How you doin'?"

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"Acceptably well, considering the circumstances," Well, minus the blow-up at John, but that's surely beneath the notice of the highblood.

"Yourself?"

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"Oh shit, bro. Been doing...doing just fine, you know? Just fuckin' aces."

His somewhat slouching posture, even more then usual, combined with him scratching the back of his head nervously, shows that everything is not, in fact, fuckin' aces.

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It's just so strange seeing Gamzee a little anxious and clearly not zonked out on slime, that he feels bad about the usual derogatory epithets that start their conversations, and holds back on calling him out on his language. Equius tries to be supportive again.

"Look, you're clearly having difficulties. Why won't you acknowledge this?"

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He opens his mouth for a moment, trying to think what to say. He scratches his shoulder a minute, looking away.

"Fuck, don't know what you're talking about trollsef. I'm fuckin' fine."

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"You don't expect me to believe that, do you? Surely you..." Equius stops midsentence, pinching the bridge of his nose. This isn't going to help.

"Okay. Let's try this again. I will accept your somewhat pathetic attempt at deception. You're fine. Very well. What do you wish to do, highblood?"

Whoops, that kinda slipped out there.

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Gamzee's face scrunches up at the term highblood. It seems to be caught somewhere between anger and just amazement, and finally settles back towards a neutral expression. He shrugs a little and smiles.

"Shit, not much, you know? Just talk with all my fuckin' friends and shit, I guess."

[b100b100dtroll]

"Does this mean you're feeling more sociable than yesterday, then?" Equius would add something about the genetic filth that he calls his friends, but honestly, it's a bit unnerving to see Gamzee like this. Still, it's pretty clear he disapproves.