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ShIiIiIt
So wHeRe aLl mY MoThErFuCkErS At?
HeArD YoU AlL Up aNd mOtHeRfUcKiNg lEfT!
AnD A BrO CaN'T JuSt bE LeAvInG HiS FrIeNdS AlL HaNgInG LiKe tHaT
GoTtA FoLlOw aLoNg aNd sHiT
YeEeEaH, aNd i bAkEd aLl tHe pIeS YoU AlL GoNnA NeEd tO MaKe uP FoR BeInG AlL MoThErFuCkInG SlOw oN ThE UpTaKe :O)
KiNdA ZoNeD OuT Or sOmE ShIt oR I WoUlDa gOtTeN HeRe fAsTeR

SiDeS, tHiS PlAcE Is tHe mOtHeRfUcKiNg bItChTiTs sO FaR
AnD YoU KnOw?
HuMaNs aIn't aLl tHaT BaD
So i gOtTa bE AlL ChEcKiNg tHiS PlAcE OuT AnYwAy
ScHmOoZe aNd sHiT LiKe tHaT
ShArE A CoUpLe oF PiEs aNd hAvE A MoThErFuCkInG HeLl oF A TiMe

GaMzEe mOtHeRfUcKiNg mAkArA'S GoT ThIs pLaCe aLl uP In hIs zOnE
AnD I'M HeLlA ExCiTeD To bE MaKiNg sOmE NeW FuCkInG BrOs wItH AaAaAaAlL YoU DoPe wRiGgLeBrOs
HoNk hOnK

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[If one were to check out the courtyard right now, they might wind up spotting a very... odd-looking guy chilling in the center of just about everything, sitting in the grass and sipping on a beverage of Questionable Fizzy Content. The troll's face is unlike any others' from the Garden so far, caked with face makeup as opposed to be relatively or entirely bare of that artificial slop.

He also seems kind of... out of it. How could one describe it as? Lethargic? No, maybe out of tune with things? Perhaps. Focused on something? Who even motherfucking knows. He's not even focused on one thing. The whole world around him is just... fascinating him on this new planet.

Garden's beautiful, life is beautiful, all that shit just going on in his little clown head.

No matter how off he seems, however, he's actually a pretty cool dude to be around. That just... might take a moment to realize beyond his high personality and low attention span due to the fact.

Approach, y/n/sopor pies?]

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[As Karkat made his way there, Gamzee flopped onto his stomach on a table in the 'weird mess hall'. His husktop rested just in front of him as he typed away and looked around at his surroundings. It sure smelled funny in here, but that's okay. He liked to experience new smells.

He might not even notice Karkat right away as he enters. He's just kind of relaxing and checking everything out all around him.]

[Karkat paused in the doorway and looked around until he found Gamzee on the table, and he had to consciously try to not turn around and walk away again.]

[Instead he squared his shoulders and walked up beside the table, setting a hand, fisted, on his hip.]

What the fuck are you even doing right now, Gamzee.

[Gamzee looks right up from whatever he's even... doing on that husktop of his, and as dazed and dopey as ever, he gives a mild smile and a tiny wave.]

Chillin', best friend! Chillin'!

Feels great as shit to see one of my greatest motherfuckers again. [Honk.]

[He's really quite certain he'd never see that stupidly dopey look on your face again, there, Gam. Don't mind the fact that he looks sort of startled and alarmed for a brief moment. He flinches at the last bit, though, covering it with a roll of his eyes and a haphazard hand, swatting through the air.]

Yeah yeah whatever. When did you even get here?

Man, I've gotta go and count again, it was just... fuckin'...

[He stares at the time on the husktop for a brief moment.]

Motherfucking hours ago, two or three or some kinda motherfucking number like that.

[You are so infuriatingly retarded right now Karkat is actually considering hugging you. But he won't because that would be rash and out of character and he would never even consider such a thing, because you're just a stupid clown, and.]

[And he hates to admit it but he missed you being a stupid clown as opposed to a murdering juggalo. He rolls his eyes.]

...did you get paperwork that tells you your ID and housing situation?

Sure as a motherfucker, best bro!

... but hell if I can even remember what the fuck was on that thing.

[That's why he's out here. His room? He hasn't been in it yet.

He thinks.

Maybe.

Wait no, he probably left some of his pie stash in there. Or did he.]

I also got this. Look at this sweet piece of shining smack.

[He lifts up the ring and stares at it as if it is the best thing in the whole world. SO SHINY. SO BEAUTIFUL. Monetary worth is not even on his mind about it. It's all about how pretty it looks.]

[Smacks his palm into his forehead.]

Do you still have the paperwork, Gamzee?

[Pulls his hand away and stares at the ring, frowning. Karkat had never been one for any kind of jewelry, but his Amethyst ring was on a chain around his neck. He scrunched his face and swatted Gamzee's hand away.] Yes yes that's very nice. Human jewelry is astounding I'm sure.

[He pauses as he realizes... oh. Right. Did he still even have that thing? Uh. Probably, buuuuuut...]

I must've up and fuckin' left it somewhere, best friend. Think you can help a brother out?

[He holds up a bottle of fresh-ass Faygo, as if saying hey, you'll get this and some awesome brolove- or rather, even more brolove than you already get- in return.]

[Inhales slowly and huffs a sigh, shaking his head.]

It's sort of my job to look after you fucksticks, so have I really got a choice? Come on, we can probably look you up by name in one of the computers.

We can be doing shit like that, best friend?

[He says that as he props himself up and sits like a normal person on the table he's on.] Man, computers...

Alls they be is motherfucking miracles. How's it always got so much shit on it? Who even put that all in there? Miracles...

[oh no he's starting on that again]

I'll probably have to look for a while, I can't fucking remember how if I even can, but it'd make sense. These humans are all about databases and fucking organization. [He's trailed off and Gamzee's on about miracles again. Karkat snarls a little.]

Gamzee shut up, would you? [There's, erm. Slightly less of an edge and more of a slight fear in that tone.] Just shut up. We'll find your dorm and the sorry sap you've been roomed with and put you there and you can-- [Frowns.] ...admire all the miracles you want from there.

[Typical, happy, not-killing Gamzee could only roll with Karkat's request. However abrasive and scary he could be, he really didn't care much. He was still totally his best friend through and through, and he couldn't have it any other way.

Thus, he kept that smile dancing on his face.] You motherfucking got it, best brother! Pop a fuckin' squat. Maybe we can find all the shit we need right here.

[He explores around his husktop a little, and...

Honestly, he's not going to get anywhere if he's the one looking, because it really just looks like he's dicking around. s i g h]

[Inhales slowly again, huffs a sigh, and tries to be less annoyed. He pinches the bridge of his nose and-- as you say, pops a squat. He pulls at the knees of his pants and crouches down, swatting Gamzee's hands to search around a bit himself.]

You know when you arrive in a new place and are given a helpful packet of informational paperwork the idea is to keep that paperwork. Because it's usually, you know. Helpful.

Man, bro... I keep losin' all this shit and it's like, Eridan had to all up and help me find this piece of snazz.

[Oh look it's the ring again. Let's look at this and... please don't start drooling a little, Gamzee. No.]

With these bros I all got, I can be finding all motherfuckin'... all of...

Shit, man, you got one of these, too?

[Grumbles idly and pauses to look at him, making a face.]

What, the paperwork? Yes you nookwhiffing ignoramus, they're information packets on the Garden, everybody gets them. Why in the hell do you think I'm wearing this stupid uniform? I go to school here, just like you will if they can find classes suited to your whimsical faygo-and-pie-induced "intelligence".

Naw, man, not the paperwork shit. I mean that motherfucking sweet thing.

[Gamzee points at the ring around his neck. That thing. Oh man, that thing. It's so amazing. So shiny.]

[Blinks at his ring for a moment and shrugs.]

I think most people that aren't originally from this world did. Some kind of sponsorship program to enroll us in the school-- didn't you pay any attention to the paperwork?

'Course I did, best friend. Just can't remember shit from what it said except for some bunch of fucking numbers.

[AS IN HIS ROOM ASSIGNMENT AND ID. UGH. THAT IS. KIND OF IMPORTANT.]

Yeah about those numbers, Gam.

They were sort of your student identification number and your dorm assignment. And therefore sort of necessary for you to be enrolled here. Right now you're just a stoned alien with no ID and no dorm room-- I have no idea how to even help you here. [Kneads his fingers into his temples.] But what the fuck ever I guess we can try looking you up in the computer system, or talking to someone with authority around here. You're so fucking hopeless.

Oh, right.

[HEH. What else is new. Gamzee forgetting things and taking its significance a little bit too low? Pretty fucking typical.]

Well, chill, motherfucker. We'll be finding it all out again. It's no big, giant fucking deal. [He reclined a little and swung his arms behind his head.] Miracles happen all the time.

[Rolls his eyes.] Yeah whatever, "miracles". I have had more than enough of your so-called miracles.

Hey, a bro's gotta be believing any damn time, brotha!

[Which means pestering his best friend with all this miracle crapola. Hey, he's cool that no one else is into his 'crazy clown religion' (different strokes, different folks), but it sure doesn't mean he's going to go on about it like a sillyface.]

[Kneads his fingers into his temples again.]

Just come with me already.

On my fucking way, brother!

[He is already walking out of the place. He would probably do better following the leader, but oh well.]

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