2 Pies Cooling: Action

[dimpleclown]

[Gamzee has gone for about two hours without having any pies. He's certainly on his chill, but he's starting to clown around a little bit. It seems his wishes have produced jell-o pies lately. While delicious, they threaten to harsh his chill in a most unrighteous fashion

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[vimyridge]

[Those horns. Those horns. It was like being caught in some strange horror flick or something. Just when he thought he had escaped the honking sound, nope. Wrong. There was it was again, somewhere in the distance.

It was worse when it was closer, but he never quite saw where it was coming from. It was too late, though. Becaus suddenly there was an arm around him and he was screaming like a girl. Ohgodhewasbeingmugged.]

I don't have any money! [It was an initial reaction, uttered despite him having heard the question being asked and despite the realisation that the arm around him wasn't doing anything but... chilling, pretty much.]

W- wait. Squeeze your horn? [That sounded vaguely indecent.] W- what kind of horn?

[dimpleclown]

[He holds up a bike horn and looks so enthusiastic about it.]

Give it a motherfuckin squeeze, my man.

[He pinches the bulb gingerly, and laughs about it. Because he hasn't been stepping on them, it doesn't scare him very much.]

Honk, honk.

[vimyridge]

[A bike horn? Oh. That wouldn't be too bad then, right? It was rather harmless, after all.]

S- sure. [It seemed like a harmless enough request so he reached out to give the bulb of the horn a squeeze.

...and he still managed to jump a bit at the sound.]

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[dimpleclown]

[The sound scares the shit out of Gamzee.]

MOTHERFUCKIN JUGGALOCALYP-

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[gentlewomanly]

[ Casca lets out a barely audible gasp as she feels a wiry arm around her! Her hand immediately goes for her sword, but it's the phrase she hears that really gets her. ]

[gentlewomanly]

Excuse me? [ She gives a disgusted sneer. ]

I suggest you keep your "horn" far away from me.

[dimpleclown]

[He withdraws his arm and gasps a bit. There was some serious lack of chill in this sector.]

Aw hold up jugallete it ain't motherfuckin like that, see?

[Producing a bicycle horn, he honks it.]

You'll feel all motherfuckin better n' shit!

Legit!

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[gentlewomanly]

... [ Casca turns to face Gamzee more, and looks at the horn. Her expression quickly fades from puzzled to bemused.

"It has to be a trick!" Casca thinks to herself, assessing the troll carefully. Folding her arms, she raises an eyebrow, skeptical. ]

Why would it make me feel better? What's so great about squeezing that ...thing? Is it the sound it produces? Because that's just stupid.

[ She gestures to it, eyes rolling to emphasize how silly she thinks this all is. ]

I'm unconvinced. It's obnoxious at best, and feeling something yielding against the pressure of my palm and fingers isn't going to help anything. You're obviously trying to coax me into doing something ... weird.

ACTION MOFO THEY'RE GONNA BE THE BEST BROS EVER

[inspectspickles]

[Aside from the horns, it has been strangely quiet in the city. It's much more peaceful than the IMAGINARY CITY STREETS, as much as you long to return to them, and you think you may find yourself staying here much longer than need be. After all, Team Sleuth could certainly handle any matters that came up at home, as long as none of them needed an exceedingly tall HEIGHT attribute.

Those don't come up too much, so you think they'll be juuuuust fine for now.

Or not OH GOD WHAT IS THAT ATTACKING YOU WITH ITS HONKING AND ITS HUGGING AND ITS oh never mind it's just some chilling.

You figure you can try to chill for a while. You're not quite sure what this strange grey-skinned boy means by honking his horn, but you shake your head in refusal anyways. It isn't polite to engage in such VULGAR ACTIVITIES in public.

Actually, he reminds you strongly of your new househivehousehive???cottagemate, Nepeta. Maybe he knows her...]

No thank you, sir, however are you familiar with a Nepeta Leijon?

AW YES

[dimpleclown]

[Gamzee leans in and pats the tall dude on the chest, before hopping off of the milk crate he had used to chum up to him in the first place.]

Motherfucker, I have lived Nepeta. By which I mean, yes. She is my friend.

[His voice was hauntingly autotuned for that last bit. He seems to be reflecting placidly on Nepeta.]

god all you weird alien kids are just going to give PI heart attacks

[inspectspickles]

[That was weird. You figure this guy can't be bad if he's Nepeta's friend, as Nepeta is a RESPECTFUL LADY OF THE HOUSE HIVE HOUSE COTTAGE.]

Splendid. You two have the same coloring, so I thought you may know her, sir.

[You realize that is a very bad way of putting it, but it's the truth. It wasn't every day you met CREATURES OF A GREY-SKINNED ORIGIN, and you have a feeling there are more besides these two.]

Allow me to introduce myself. I am Pickle Inspector, a friend of hers.

he just needs more vim

[dimpleclown]

Yeee. Yeeeee-eeEEEEE. Motherfuckin police. I feel you. Gotta do what motherfuckin feels right. Be where your heart is at, motherfucker.

[He nods. Cool. That's pretty cool.]

So uh

I'm motherfuckin Gamzee, n shit, like.. you want a motherfuckin pie?

[neverwounda]

[. . . needless to say, attempting to slide out of gamzee's grip.]

No, says Wilde.

[dimpleclown]

Oh, damn.

[This motherfucker was all up on his hearing voices, getting ludicrously earfed the silent prophecies. Gamzee withdrew his hand in awe of the alien who might well be a starborn savior.]

[More importantly, however:]

You're covered in motherfuckin' squigglebeasts.

[neverwounda]

[... what]

What are you talking about? Says Boswell.

[dimpleclown]

The slippinwiggles, man. You're all up deckin those beasts on the motherfuckin out ins.

[His pupils dilate. Ahhhh. That's it.]

Motherfucker's wearin snakes...

[heartnotation]

[ -- whoa, that surprised him quite a bit. ]

... Your what?

[dimpleclown]

No, not my what, motherfucker.

[He snickers.]

What the fuck does that even mean.

[heartnotation]

[ what in the world. going to just brush that arm away now. ]

Did you need something?

[dimpleclown]

I need to spread joy, my motherfuckin space brother.

[Makes a motion like a sphere with his hands.]