Night 55: M111-M120 Hallway
It was odd to feel so rested when the surface he woke up on wasn't anything like that of a recuperacoon. Of course, he hadn't been able to sleep in one of those for some time now, so it shouldn't have been an issue anyway. It threw him off enough that he was left blinking at the ceiling for a while before he tried moving around. The surface was... springy? Somewhat soft and springy. Nothing any troll would generally try and sleep on.
Gamzee felt... strange. On the one hand, it felt as if he'd had a nice big helping of pie not too long ago, the usual haze filling in any cracks that had started to form since he'd ran out of it. On the other hand, there was something off about the way his body felt, and he was oddly light-headed. It wasn't a dizzy sort of light-headed either, but the feeling one might get if the weight of their skull was suddenly lessened. He raised a hand slowly to feel where his horns should be and found... nothing.
Well. That was a problem. For now, however, all he could get out commentary-wise was "Whoa..."
His face-paint was gone. Perhaps that shouldn't have come as a surprise at this point. He'd simply have to find a way to fix it later. The boy sat up, scooting over to the edge of the bed. The room was dark, but trolls were naturally nocturnal. Looking for a light source didn't even occur to him. It wasn't until he stood that he realized his clothing was different. ...He didn't really disapprove of the smiley face, but it wasn't exactly what he was used to.
He needed a marker. It needed a nose.
The room had three doors. That was three possible exits, and he should probably head out one to see if he could find Karkat. He didn't remember passing out. Checking the door closest to his bed, however, revealed nothing but a small storage room. ...And his usual clothes. Well, that was something. Honestly, it made sense, at least if you asked him. Why wouldn't his regular clothes be stored here?
The smiley shirt was kind of cute. He left that on, but switched to his dark polka-dotted pants.
...His skin was an odd color. Why hadn't he noticed that yet?
Whatever was going on, something was probably wrong with him and the others would know why. He just had to find the others first and that would mean getting out of this room. At least he assumed as much, given that there wasn't anyone else there. Trying the second door proved more fruitful, and he took nothing with him as he stepped out into the hall.
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Gamzee felt... strange. On the one hand, it felt as if he'd had a nice big helping of pie not too long ago, the usual haze filling in any cracks that had started to form since he'd ran out of it. On the other hand, there was something off about the way his body felt, and he was oddly light-headed. It wasn't a dizzy sort of light-headed either, but the feeling one might get if the weight of their skull was suddenly lessened. He raised a hand slowly to feel where his horns should be and found... nothing.
Well. That was a problem. For now, however, all he could get out commentary-wise was "Whoa..."
His face-paint was gone. Perhaps that shouldn't have come as a surprise at this point. He'd simply have to find a way to fix it later. The boy sat up, scooting over to the edge of the bed. The room was dark, but trolls were naturally nocturnal. Looking for a light source didn't even occur to him. It wasn't until he stood that he realized his clothing was different. ...He didn't really disapprove of the smiley face, but it wasn't exactly what he was used to.
He needed a marker. It needed a nose.
The room had three doors. That was three possible exits, and he should probably head out one to see if he could find Karkat. He didn't remember passing out. Checking the door closest to his bed, however, revealed nothing but a small storage room. ...And his usual clothes. Well, that was something. Honestly, it made sense, at least if you asked him. Why wouldn't his regular clothes be stored here?
The smiley shirt was kind of cute. He left that on, but switched to his dark polka-dotted pants.
...His skin was an odd color. Why hadn't he noticed that yet?
Whatever was going on, something was probably wrong with him and the others would know why. He just had to find the others first and that would mean getting out of this room. At least he assumed as much, given that there wasn't anyone else there. Trying the second door proved more fruitful, and he took nothing with him as he stepped out into the hall.
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