the homecoming dance begins... (backdated to last Saturday)

[wrnpcs]

[Night has fallen on Balamb Garden; the halls of Garden are mostly deserted besides the stray student walking about, and even the usual faculty members are missing from their posts around the school. There's a certain festive energy through the air, the source coming from the happily decorated Ballroom located on the second floor

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[badasscopters]

[To say Goose's outfit is tacky is an understatement. He kept dressed in an American flag vest, white shirt, and deep blue jeans, keeping it simple, yet 'stylish'. (According to him, at the very least.) He didn't particularly care that it was extremely colorful and... erm, out there. That's how he likes to be- standing out in the crowd and looking like someone ~special~.

He immediately rushes over after the message on the intercom and slicks his hair as he walks in. Got to look good and sweet for the hot hunks, after all.]

[bentbowarcher]

[Lineface]

THAT is what you consider formal wear? Even Nepeta and Gamzee are better dressed than you!

[badasscopters]

Yep. And I dunno, you're not looking nearly as good.

[As in, NEEDS MOAR AMERICAN. Maybe. Or more awesome and badass or... something.]

... Who in the hell is even a Gamzee. Sounds like something you'd hock chunks over.

[bentbowarcher]

[He's just going to raise his eyebrows here. He's not American, nor does he even know what that means, Goose. The Sagittarian Arrows he's sporting are perfectly patriotic, however.]

He's another troll. You'll probably find him around here scarfing down slime pies, making a mess of himself, as usual. He's rather... embarrassing.

[badasscopters]

... Slime.

[What. The. Fuck. Slime. Just... slime? Why would anyone eat slime?]

Ain't soundin' all that palatable. I like pies, but that... that's kiiiiiinda beyond me here, pal.

What kinda slime is it?

[bentbowarcher]

It's... rather sweet, actually. [cough] It's called sopor slime. It's a substance from our home planet that normally we sleep in, but when consumed, it dulls one's thoughts and renders one lethargic.

He's been consuming it for as long as I've known him.

[badasscopters]

... super slime.

[No, sopor. Geez, Goose, geez.]

So that crapola's just kinda... kinda weed in a pie or somethin'? But you sleep in it? Like weed in your bed?

Next thing I know, y'all people eat alcohol pudding and call it ultra-puddee or some shit.

[bentbowarcher]

I said soh-por. As in the word for a deep, dreamless sleep. Listen to me when I am speaking at you. [My gosh, Goose, you are getting his line-iest of faces ever] Furthermore, what? I have no idea what you are yammering on about, why would we put weeds in our cocoons?

And we do not eat sopor slime pies. Or rather, we're not supposed to for any reason. Gamzee just does.

[badasscopters]

... right, you're aliens. You ain't got no idea what weed is.

It ain't the weeds you're thinking. Ever heard of marijuana? Pot? Y'know, the whole 420?

[He almost wonders how this pie would be like, but he's really not into stonerism. Period. He'd rather just drink the night away and get buzzed.]

[bentbowarcher]

No. Why would I have heard about that? I'm an alien, remember? Nothing that you are saying makes any sense to me, not that that's unusual.

[badasscopters]

... yeah, that's right. Heh.

Weed's a plant you smoke. You roll it into a thing that puffs smoke when you blow it and shit. Makes you high as a kite, kinda like how that Gam... Gamz... guy sounds.

[bentbowarcher]

Gamzee. It is not that hard to pronounce. Not unless you're an utter failure of sentience, though I would not put such a feat past you.

That sounds absolutely ridiculous. Intoxicating smoke? What will you humans come up with next?

[badasscopters]

Gamzee. Whatever.

Besides, smoking ain't the worst humans have thought of. You don't wanna know what some of 'em get off to.

[DENDROPHILIA, ANYONE?]

[bentbowarcher]

[Okay, conversation is going in a direction he'd rather not go down. Just going to walk away.]

[Sweating like a horse]

[badasscopters]

[DO THAT EQUIUS WHILE GOOSE JUST

LAUGHS HIS HEAD OFF]

Keywords.

[redcinemareel]

My Fates, that's tacky.

[She's looking far more elegant than him right now.

Or like ALWAYS.]