Accidental video
Jun. 13th, 2011 06:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stayb100ponyboy[The SFC feed clicks on, showing a small, darkish bedroom and someone wrapped in blankets like a cocoon, completely swaddled and hidden. The feed rolls cheerfully along for a moment or two, until the blankets shift, falling away as the person under them props himself up on one elbow, his back to the camera. Even without seeing his face, it's pretty difficult to not recognize Equius Zahhak just by his size and broken horn alone.
He reaches out with one hand, fumbling for something on a small table on the other side of the bed. The camera catches just a glimpse of a glass full of water before it shatters in his grip, the breaking sound almost unbearably loud in the otherwise silent room.
Equius' shoulders roll forward, hunching in around his chest, and he appears to study his hand for a moment, watching a few trickles of blue blood run down his fingers, before he grunts and pulls the blankets back over his head. The blankets move around him as he curls into a ball and sighs, deeply, before he stops moving.
The feed keeps running for another couple of minutes before it cuts off.]
[OOC: backdated to before this thread, and the morning after the curse wears off.]
He reaches out with one hand, fumbling for something on a small table on the other side of the bed. The camera catches just a glimpse of a glass full of water before it shatters in his grip, the breaking sound almost unbearably loud in the otherwise silent room.
Equius' shoulders roll forward, hunching in around his chest, and he appears to study his hand for a moment, watching a few trickles of blue blood run down his fingers, before he grunts and pulls the blankets back over his head. The blankets move around him as he curls into a ball and sighs, deeply, before he stops moving.
The feed keeps running for another couple of minutes before it cuts off.]
[OOC: backdated to before this thread, and the morning after the curse wears off.]
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Action;
Date: 2011-06-14 03:00 pm (UTC)Equius doesn't care.
He obediently opens his mouth, still eyeing the bottle distrustfully.
Fun fact: Gamzee can make a mess out of his bed anytime he wants.]
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Date: 2011-06-14 03:04 pm (UTC)Gamzee shuffles a bit closer until his knees press against Equius'. He carefully raises the bottle, holding it to Equius' bottom lip and tipping it. Ready for your first ever taste of
overly sugary, artificially coloured swillfaygo?]Action;
Date: 2011-06-14 10:46 pm (UTC)Equius manages not to spit it out and go "Bluh!", but it's a near thing. The flavor is like an explosion in his mouth, and not the good kind... more of the "All your tastebud are belong to us", scorched-earth-and-then-salt-it-so-nothing-ever-grows-again kind. He has no idea how anyone actually drinks this stuff.
He swallows and then tilts his head back, hopefully indicating that that's enough, thank you, the Highblood should drink some now.]
Action;
Date: 2011-06-14 10:50 pm (UTC)It's just... the taste grows on you? Eventually?]
More?
Action;
Date: 2011-06-15 12:25 am (UTC)You go ahead.
Action;
Date: 2011-06-15 12:27 am (UTC)Aight.
[Equius will have to get used to the taste of faygo
-flavoured kisseseventually.]Action;
Date: 2011-06-15 12:33 am (UTC)Now that he's feeling better, Equius suddenly realizes what a terrible host he's being.]
Can I offer you some breakfast or anything, while you're here?
[You think Faygo is terrible? Wait until you try Equius' cooking.]
Action;
Date: 2011-06-15 12:36 am (UTC)[Gamzee looks excited and slightly surprised at that. If Equius can cook, they could cook together! But at the same time... Equius didn't look like the type that could cook.
It's mostly the whole CHAOTIC STRENGTH thing. Cannot be useful in the kitchen.]
Action;
Date: 2011-06-15 12:41 am (UTC)Not very well...
[Just going to trail off here. Using the microwave counts as cooking, right? Taking things out of the thermal hull unit and putting them on plates counts as cooking, right?]
Action;
Date: 2011-06-15 12:48 am (UTC)You're just fuckin' full of surprises, aren't you, motherfucker? You ain't all looking like the fuckin' type for cooking. I thought you spend all your motherfuckin' time done making your robros.
Action;
Date: 2011-06-15 12:55 am (UTC)for now.]The robots take up a lot of my time, yes, but I have to eat, don't I?
[Carefully, he slides off the bed and gets up. Thankfully, he was still wearing his shorts and tights when he went to sleep on the night the curse started, so he's wearing them again this morning. He's shirtless, but whatever, the Highblood has already seen that.]
After Aurthor... left, I had to learn pretty quickly.
Action;
Date: 2011-06-15 01:04 am (UTC)He used to do that for you?
[Gamzee's goat never had. Not because he was away all the time but, his ol' goat had never fitted inside his hive. Never been able to go on land for more than a little bit. Besides, he had been too big for cooking anyway.]
Action;
Date: 2011-06-15 01:13 am (UTC)Yes, he did. He was quite talented in the kitchen.
[Or Equius just has no palate and didn't know any better, shhhh.
He slouches into the kitchen and opens the specially-reinforced thermal hull unit, studying its contents. He eventually selects a pair of what the humans call "breakfast burritos" (a recent discovery down at the supermarket), and tosses them in the microwave, still in their packages. He sets the device for two minutes and watches the burritos turn. Soon the hive is filled with the smells of melted cheese-goop and refried beans with extra MSG.]
Action;
Date: 2011-06-15 01:26 am (UTC)[Wise words of, uh, wisdom? Sorta? Still, Equius can be sure that no matter what he makes, whether in a microwave or not, Gamzee is going to eat it. He has the tastebuds of a dead fish and the digestive track of a goat. Nothing is getting by him.]
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Date: 2011-06-15 02:49 am (UTC)The burritos are done. He opens the microwave, picks them up gingerly by the corner of their wrappers, and walks back to the bed. Sitting on the edge, being careful not to bump Gamzee's knees with his own, he offers him the burrito that got slightly less-squished in his STRONG grip.]
Here you are.
[Plates? What are plates? Plates are things that get broken if he even looks at them wrong, that's what plates are.]
Action;
Date: 2011-06-15 01:31 pm (UTC)Thanks, bro.
[And now it is time to try and open the burrito contraption without either burning his fingers or making a mess of Equius' bed. Again.]
Action;
Date: 2011-06-15 01:50 pm (UTC)[Equius rips open the packaging without any trouble--he's been eating a lot of these, okay, he knows how they work. He manages to take a bite and swallow before he notices that Gamzee is having trouble with his.]
Here, there's small tab near the top. Pull on that to open it, and then you can use the wrapper to protect your hand and still eat.
Action;
Date: 2011-06-15 02:44 pm (UTC)The world is so beautiful.
And Gamzee just staring at his burrito in rapt amazement? That is totally a thing now.]
Action;
Date: 2011-06-15 10:49 pm (UTC)Once he's finished eating, though, he quietly clears his throat, hoping to get the other troll's attention.]
If you like those, I can show you where I got them.
Action;
Date: 2011-06-16 01:51 am (UTC)You be fuckin' meaning that, brother?
Action;
Date: 2011-06-16 04:04 am (UTC)[Equius gets off the bed, making its springs creak alarmingly, and goes to throw his own wrapper away. That done, he pulls a clean shirt out of the Shirt Pile (doing a valiant job of place-holding for the Robot Pile he intends to make later, and shrugs into it. After pulling on a pair of gloves over his bandaids, he's ready to go.
Or stay here. Or whatever.]
Action;
Date: 2011-06-16 03:45 pm (UTC)[He finally pulls the tab on the wrapper on his burrito so he can start eating. Hey, making Equius happy is what he came here for. Even if the magic of microwavable burritos distracted him shortly from it.]
Action;
Date: 2011-06-17 12:21 am (UTC)[Equius sits back on the bed, waiting patiently for the Highblood to finish his breakfast. Except now he has a problem. Those burritos have so much salt in them that he's thirsty again, and the only liquid in the house he can concievably drink is... the Faygo.
He eyes the bottle mistrustfully. At least it's half empty now and he could probably hold it himself without it overflowing.]
Would you... pass the Faygo, please?
Action;
Date: 2011-06-17 01:04 am (UTC)holding out the bottle, he grins just a little teasingly.]
Got you diggin' the wicked motherfuckin' elixir, don't I?
Action;
Date: 2011-06-17 01:23 am (UTC)I suppose so, yes.
[He takes the bottle and takes another tentative swig. Okay, when he's braced for the blast of sweetness and knows what to expect, it's not that bad. Not necessarily something he'd seek out, but not terrible either. And it makes the Highblood so happy to share it... well, he can indulge occasionally, he supposes.]
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