AU!LOG: OPEN TO ALL

[libertyfuckyeah]

Who: America and EVERYONE IN THE AU WORLD EVER
Where: Spero University, that one building where people are likely throwing toilet paper out of windows and onto the trees.
When: Saturday night
Rating: Go look at the rating on the nearest stupid teen movie. That is it.
Summary: THERE'S A PARTY AND EVERYONE'S INVITED. It may double as a cover to get

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[thegreathonk]

[ You trot into the room behind Eridan and immediately recognize America as that guy you chilled out with that one time. ]

HeY mAn WhAt ThE fUcK's Up, My MoThErFuCkEr?

[libertyfuckyeah]

"HEY GAMZEE!"

Such a friendly greeting is then accompanied by America throwing a blanket over the troll. NO ONE MUST SEE HIM. SECRET TROLLS FOREVER. This is making sense to his intoxicated mind.

"Sorry man, can't have anyone see you!"

[thegreathonk]

[ Like the majestic Ostrich that you are, you now assume that it is night. Well, actually it was already night. So your assumption is correct, at least. Also, the blanket is kinda getting all caught up in your horns.]

WoAh MaN yOu'Re A mOtHeRfUcKiNg GeNiUs.
I cAn'T eVeN sEe AnYoNe
So HoW tHe FuCk ArE tHeY sUpPoSeD tO sEe Me?
MoThErFuCkInG mIrAcLeS oF sTeAlTh!

[ You bump into something. It was probably Linda. ]

[libertyfuckyeah]

"EXACTLY! It's a foolproof plan!"

When someone asks who's hiding under the blanket and why, America will just come up with more elaborate, bizarre stories. Whether anyone believes him or not is another matter, but hopefully most people are too preoccupied with other things to look into it. Somewhere across the room there is a girl screaming and crying on the floor, so that provides enough of a distraction for now. God bless the loud drunk crying girls.

"Glad you guys could make it! You want anything to eat while I think of a good place to hide you?"

He thinks for about three seconds before being distracted again.

[thegreathonk]

YeAh MaN dO yOu HaPpEn To HaVe AnY pIeS oR sOmE sHiT?
bEcAuSe ThIs MoThErFuCkEr Is PiNiNg FoR tHe SlImE.

[libertyfuckyeah]

The thought of those slime pies makes his stomach churn a bit. Never. Again.

"...I have pizza and chips and salsa and some other stuff?"

[thegreathonk]

[ Your disappointment is hard to mask despite the blanket. ]

Oh.
WeLl I gUeSs ThAt ShIt'S cOoL.
wHaT's PiZzA lIkE?

[libertyfuckyeah]

"You've never had pizza?! Here, I'll show you!"

America completely ignores Gamzee's disappointment, grabbing him by the shoulders and guiding him towards a table with a bunch of food on it. The issue then becomes how Gamzee is going to see the food to get it. America has a solution.

"Hold on, I'll be right back! In the mean time, stand here and try this."

He shoves a slice of peperoni pizza under the blanket for Gamzee before heading off to the kitchen. Hopefully no one will get the wise idea to pick on the child wrapped in the blanket. This tag made some sense in my mind so we'll assume it makes sense in everyone's minds.

[thegreathonk]

[ Huh. Weird-ass motherfucking triangle food? You decide that if America likes your tastes so much, it'd only make sense for you to like his! You take a bite. ]

...

[ Holy shit. ]

[libertyfuckyeah]

America comes back a moment later with a pair of scissors. His brilliant solution? Cutting eye holes in the blanket so Gamzee can see. Now he's like a sheet ghost, except instead of sheets it's a blanket with little polar bears all over it.

"There you go! Now you can see all the good food there is to eat!"

And what a glorious feast to behold. It is everything unhealthy yet delicious you could possibly imagine.

[thegreathonk]

[ You begin to sift through the table of human food in search of anything you recognize. Namely Sopor-Slime pie and Faygo. ]

[libertyfuckyeah]

There is neither, unfortunately. But there's probably some Orange Soda somewhere. Close enough to Faygo.

[thegreathonk]

[ You settle for a what looks like a brown huskburger and a few more slices of gooey spice-triangles, and you grab an orange bottle as well, then retreat to a corner of the room to eat in peace. ]