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Aug. 8th, 2011 07:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
miraculls[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.]
afternoon;
Date: 2011-08-09 03:38 am (UTC)Re: afternoon;
Date: 2011-08-09 03:54 am (UTC)Heeeey, chica, where did you all up and abscond from?
afternoon;
Date: 2011-08-09 03:58 am (UTC)From the ice cream place down there! But, um. My ice cream disappeared when the rainbows were out...
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Date: 2011-08-09 04:04 am (UTC)Aww, sorry to hear that, sister. That shit happens to me all the time too. I'll just be getting my appreciate on about the miracles of life, and when I snap outta it, my motherfuckin' pie will have vanished like a laughsassin in the night. [usually because he ate it...]
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Date: 2011-08-09 04:16 am (UTC)Yeah, it sucks! But usually it's because I'm a klutz and I dropped it, or something.
[The word miracles catches her, and she smiles. She is on the same page, bro.]
I get it. It's like sitting and remembering all the good times I've had with friends and forgetting that I had a snack. When it's gone, well. My fault, but all the good memories are worth it.
...so what are the flashy lights? They're pretty.
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Date: 2011-08-09 04:45 am (UTC)Chica, that be exactly the wicked word what I'm shooting right motherfuckin' now. Ain't nothin' in this world as beautiful as that troll disease called friendship.
Aww, thanks! This shit here be my miracle modus.