[ the only thing in view is a black shirt, baring a purple, traditional symbol of capricorn, and a gray handon top of keyboard keys. the figure's arm shifts straight to his side, then takes exactly three steps back, right until the entire upper half of his person is visible, from the tip of his horns to his waist, exactly. his movement is awkwardly clumsily and mechanical, as if someone was trying to work the controls of a robot for the first time. it's gamzee- except, something's not right. for one, his expression is entirely blank-- not the usual, high as a kite blank. it's not a fascinated blank, or a zoning out blank. it's a strange blank. no sloppy grin, no smile, no hint of awe-- his eyes are wide and empty instead of relaxed . . . his voice-- well, it's still his voice, but his speech and tone is completely off from usual; the pattern strange and awkward. ]
Hello-- What is upward, my brothers and my bitches. We are the term officially used among those who reside in this locations. "Newcomers" . . . That is so. Have been collecting much knowledge of citizens and area alike, but . . .
"Honk".
We should all up and get out interactings on. Socialization, motherfuckers. So, to be getting more information of Siren's Port, Canada. On Earth. And who those reside "all up in this bitch". We would very like to be doing those to share in original location. Which would also like to get all returning to. "Home" to mother.
[ silence, and, very suddenly, his expression switches to a strange anger. ]
But no spraying. Sto--
[ a long, long pause, as he cuts off. gamzee then blinks a few times, shakes his head and-- well suddenly, he's looking a lot more natural, if not a bit confused. he squeezes his eyes and goes to place his hand against the side of his head. ]
-- Uhh . . . Shit, my head . . .
(ooc; part of the spore plot and mod approved! gamzee's body has been hijacked due to obliviously hanging around the puffs for a really long time last week. alien within an alien. alienception. these superintellegent hivemind like things will go on and off with control from time to time in this post, so feel free to talk to "them" for now! they want to socialize for information but are not very good at it! there are a few things that can push their buttons too, like fungicide sprays and the darkness, but what they really want now is to get home to the mother colony :( action for housemates! )