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[ACTION; morning all around Mayfield]
[Sadly, Gamzee has not yet acquired his trademark face-paint, as the stores refuse to sell make-up to a boy and he's too stupid to lie about it being for his girlfriend. Kanaya had offered to buy it for him, but then she got panscrubbed and now she just giggles at him and tells him to stop joking when he tries to bring it up. BUT GAMZEE IS A DETERMINATOR. HE IS MAKING THIS HAPPEN.
So it's back to plan A. After extensively studying the fashion sense and styles of the pink starmonkeys (aka staring at them in slack-jawed wonder), Gamzee has managed to come to the conclusion that the females wear really long shirts and no pants. He'sstolen borrowed some clothes from his drone mom, but didn't bother with her make-up since that's motherfuckin' blasphemy.
In short, there is now a gangly thirteen year old boy wobbling around town in high-heels and a dress that's too big for him, and occasionally tripping on the hems or the shoes and falling flat onto his face. Also, he's gotten himself lost.]
[ACTION; later that afternoon]
[SUCCESS. Having somehow acquired the necessary make-up, Gamzee's wearing his clown facepaint at last...and also still in the dress, since it hasn't occurred to him yet that he might want to take it off. He can now be found all over Mayfield, staring in hypnotized wonder at the glory that is his miracle modus.
Sorry, were you holding something? Gamzee's just going to absently try to snag it and make it disappear into a beautiful swirl of seizure-inducing rainbow cards.
Also, for anyone at 1338 Benny, most of your items have probably mysteriously vanished.]
[Sadly, Gamzee has not yet acquired his trademark face-paint, as the stores refuse to sell make-up to a boy and he's too stupid to lie about it being for his girlfriend. Kanaya had offered to buy it for him, but then she got panscrubbed and now she just giggles at him and tells him to stop joking when he tries to bring it up. BUT GAMZEE IS A DETERMINATOR. HE IS MAKING THIS HAPPEN.
So it's back to plan A. After extensively studying the fashion sense and styles of the pink starmonkeys (aka staring at them in slack-jawed wonder), Gamzee has managed to come to the conclusion that the females wear really long shirts and no pants. He's
In short, there is now a gangly thirteen year old boy wobbling around town in high-heels and a dress that's too big for him, and occasionally tripping on the hems or the shoes and falling flat onto his face. Also, he's gotten himself lost.]
[ACTION; later that afternoon]
[SUCCESS. Having somehow acquired the necessary make-up, Gamzee's wearing his clown facepaint at last...and also still in the dress, since it hasn't occurred to him yet that he might want to take it off. He can now be found all over Mayfield, staring in hypnotized wonder at the glory that is his miracle modus.
Sorry, were you holding something? Gamzee's just going to absently try to snag it and make it disappear into a beautiful swirl of seizure-inducing rainbow cards.
Also, for anyone at 1338 Benny, most of your items have probably mysteriously vanished.]
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Uhhhh...did you all up and lose something, bro?
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I need that back, so do the flashy thing!
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Aww, bro, I don't even know what a Noble Pants motherfuckin' be. You sure I took it?
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...what the hell is that, anyway?!
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Ohhhh, you mean my miracle modus? Ain't it just one of the most beautiful things you did ever done lay your lookstubs on?
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It's fantastic. Give me back my lance.
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[Claps his hands together and closes his eyes as the modus pops up again. Lancer might be able to spot a tiny picture of his lance jumping around in that chaos.]
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[Is it worth sticking his hand into a rainbow of mIrAcLeS and risking gods only know what?]
...What the hell is this thing?
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[opens his eyes a crack]
Uhhh...you got any special stardust on you, by the way? Ain't sure if this is gonna work without it.