THIS PARTY IS OFF DA HOOK...

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[honkalypse]

[He is honestly spending most of his time mesmerized by all the colors and decorations. It's easy, relaxing, safe. The white that is there is less threatening with all the gaiety surrounding him.

With Karkat finally there and pale as motherfuck, he's more stable, but not by much. Every once and a while he spots someone and... for lack of a better word stalks them with a glint in his eyes. Still violent and dangerous when the mood strikes, but also distractable enough that he hasn't actually attacked anyone. ...yet. Part of it is that he knows Karkat would be unhappy if he, but part is that he's really that low on attention span.

He happens to be stalking someone in Kanaya's vicinity right now, actually.]

[speakveryclearly]

[She feels it before long. In the crowded room full of dull candy-rusted iron, the presence of the purpleblood is palpable to a rainbow drinker like her. That and this is Gamzee. She's too alone for him to not have some kind of pull on her.

In non-Meyerese, she pretty much just looks over at one point, sees him staring, mistakes it for directed at her, and raises her eyebrows.]

[honkalypse]

[When she catches his gaze and raises her eyebrows, he abandons his hunt and shuffles over. He's forgone a mask and instead has his face painted up like a skull. The white is actually strong this time, but he's painted bright colors in swirling designs over it.]

What have you got your feelers down in, bitchsis?

[speakveryclearly]

Not much. [She shrugged with a upward quirk of her lips.] I came here alone and in all likelihood that's how I'm leaving.

I also had a rooftop chase with my friend-slash-enemy Robin Hood. It was rather exciting.

What about you.

[honkalypse]

Got my sights down on some motherfuckers. Chases got the sound of some bitchtits fun to be had. Got my thinks on for doing some of that shit.

[speakveryclearly]

[She rolls her eyes.]

You'd better not be doing any of "that shit" indoors.

[honkalypse]

And why motherfucking not?

[He asks that mostly to be contrary, though tearing the place up does sound like a lot of fun...]

[speakveryclearly]

Weird time shit, mostly. If we alter much more here than we already have, we'll be stuck or worse.

[honkalypse]

Awww, motherfuck, I'm going to need to be all at learning time shit to be making what for in this place. Makes my pan get up to throbbing more.

[He is not pleased with this idea, but on the other hand, it makes sense to him.]

[speakveryclearly]

I think you're better off leaving questions like that to me, Bard. I'm a little closer to understanding that aspect.

I know it's stupid. Just keep in mind that it's also our salvation.

[honkalypse]

You down with thinking we got any chance for saving, bitchsis? Lay the figuring for that on me.

[And he's more serious now, actually interested in the answer.]

[speakveryclearly]

[She has to actually think about the question but the answer comes to her in a flash of clarity.]

This planet isn't cold or sterile or otherwise prohibitive to hatching.

[honkalypse]

[It doesn't take him long to figure out what she means.]

So you're saying we motherfuckers might be getting down with filling pails after all?

[He looks uncertain about that, but at the same time, almost pleased.]

Sure we all got enough here to be making that shit work?

[speakveryclearly]

[Non-impactive punch to the arm I mean not even a tap.]

Well, I don't know about you. Or myself for that matter. But I'm certain we're not lingering on the brink of extinction forever.

[honkalypse]

[He's not sure if he's relieved or insulted at that so he just bares his teeth a little and moves on.]

That's being some bitchtits news to lay down on me, sister. So when all are you planning on getting this shit started?

[speakveryclearly]

[She shrugs with arms wide, palms up.]

My modus decides that, not me. If I had to guess I'd say once the right people are gathered here. Maybe our whole team.

[honkalypse]

You got any hope what for that-- kind of wicked thing?

[He'd been about to say miracle, but oh, does that hurt. Knowing everything was lies and stupidity hasn't helped fill the gaping hole left behind.]

[speakveryclearly]

We have two-thirds now.

[honkalypse]

And if those other motherfuckers aren't up and getting themselves here?

[Before he might have just said kick back and they'll come.

But they don't come. The asylum proved that.]

[speakveryclearly]

If they don't come then they don't come. But in our time here alone the number of trolls has almost doubled. It was just four before our arrival.

[honkalypse]

You got a motherfucking point right there. Maybe some other colors will be getting their bad selves on down with us.

[speakveryclearly]

[Flicking him on the collarbone with her finger.] Keep in mind most of them will probably have limbs and pump biscuits attached.

[honkalypse]

Don't mean they can't kick with some donations, does it?

[He flicks her glass, still filled with his own blood, in return.]

[speakveryclearly]

[She draws the glass back close to her chest, and frowns with what might be, on a human girl with flowing blood who did not glow in the dark, a tsundere blush.]

I'm still working on that. I keep getting told matters like these "take time".

[honkalypse]

Everything's got its own sweet time to be taking.

[He pauses there.]

Not much to be doing but getting ourselves all wound up with waiting.