recolle | i'm the drudge that goes again and again [open]

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i'm the drudge that goes again and again [open]

WHO: Anna Lehmann and you!
WHERE: All around the city
WHEN: Throughout June
WHAT: Birthday stuff, event stuff, it's a catch-all, who knows
WARNINGS: Swearing, weed drugs, alcohol, monster blood, slight body horror but more psychologically?, will keep this updated

a. upload me to the robot brain [apprassage, 6/4, closed to Astin]

Come over.

The message gets sent out early, maybe around 7:00AM, when Anna wakes up and it feels like her legs have completely fallen asleep. She can't even kick out of her sheets. Fine, god, she'll do this the old-fashioned way—

And she sees it. It's started. Her legs look fucked up, unnatural, and she bends forward at her waist and runs her hand over the smooth black material on her right leg and the patches of skin on her left and her breath hitches because she still has breath to hitch. It's not done.

Her hands reach behind her and fumble for her phone. Shortly after the first message, she tries pulling herself up to a sitting position on her futon and her legs just feel like dead weight. None of it's really hit her yet but it's sure as hell going to. Another desperate text gets pounded out.

Not a request.

b. loosen up, time to drop [apprassage, on and around 6/16]

Christ. 27. Well, she can't say she expected to make it this far. She's taking the entire 16th as a personal day, staying inside and only leaving the complex if she absolutely has to go out and get something. She's been pushing herself far too hard lately and she just needs time to relax so she doesn't burn out in a different way. Maybe Astin's on their way over. Maybe Rose, maybe somebody entirely unexpected. She doesn't know and frankly she doesn't really care.

At least by now she's mostly used to being part robot. There's still... feeling in her legs, and her brain is starting to connect the dots there and register them as her own. It doesn't hurt, and she can walk just fine. Hell, she feels like she could walk for miles without even getting tired. But she could still use some time to unwind. Which means getting impaired to her comfort level and trying to relax.

c. the robot's here if the robots paid [all districts, all month]

This is her city. It's always going to be her city. And if Retrospec needs her help to bring it back to the way it should be, it's an easy fix. She's doing everything she physically and emotionally can, based off Zee's suggestions, in each district of the city. Catch her in Enprise delivering packages to people on her own two (robotic) feet, or run into her shoplifting in Chata! Sneak up on her doing some vigilante gardening in Viea Village! Challenge her to an eating competition in Tisse! The choices are yours and yours alone.

((if it's in blue or green, that's definitely something she's doing this month and is totally open to jump into. yellow ones will need some OOC discussion, and red are things she wouldn't be caught dead doing.))

d. fuck shit up, don't forget about it [outskirts, all month]

The problem with getting a couple new limbs—well, replacement limbs—well, one of the problems—is that they really need some breaking in, don't they? And lucky Anna, because she's fixing to break some things. She'll more likely be on the paths that would normally lead to Pesgare or Magatus, taking out some of her extremely complicated emotions on the encroaching monsters there. It's not often that a bloodstained swordswoman with what appears to be way-too-high black stockings shows up and starts killing things, starts severing limbs. But hell, if it's a war they want, she's good at that.

?. nonagon infinity opens the door [additional top levels to come as things happen]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ she might not be a literal neighbor, gamzee lives somewhere by the beach, but anna’s just as much of a neighbor as the ocean was, regardless!! he’ll hit her up with a message or two to meet at viea village, because he’s got something for her— today, his face runs clean of any of that crazy skull make up he likes, dawning good old fashioned skinny jeans and hoodie.

wandering into hollingberry field with a guitar case slung across his back and a paper bag that says anna :o), gamzee strolls. he’d find her eventually, if he didn’t get too distracted. honestly, he didn’t know about most things going on, almost like a distant story that he was a part of and also too distant from at the same time. he’s playing a game, just doing what’s being asked and finding wonder in it. sadly, his head’s in the clouds. he doesn’t get the gravity of the situation they’re in at all. ]

[haha, holy shit? she was not expecting to see her dealer of all people on the app (since she's figured that part out by now), but Anna's delighted. her entire stance relaxes, suddenly walking with a different purpose than just "heading home after a long day of gardening". she's got a few packets of seeds that never got planted in her purse and wonders, idly, if that's the kind of thing that would count as giving flowers to someone else.]

[her stance changes as she comes to a stop in front of him, and even right now as she's dirty and sweaty she feels relaxed as all hell.]

Gamzee? What the fuck, dude, when did you get the app?

[ dirty and sweaty by no means is a problem! gamzee’s tons more serene as well, after being convinced this wasn’t the rapture and everything would be fixed if they followed the list. something about their energy levels? reality altering games were really confusing . . .

but at least he has more people to talk to about it. his roommate doesn’t really get it. a lazy wave comes up to greet her before swinging back down to his side and the rest of him meeting her halfway. ]

Sometime around . . . [ you know what? he doesn’t remember. ] Ahh, I don’t keep much track of which day be which, sister— but I got to paint the cityscape back to life like God given miracles. What the motherfuck is up?

[ smack his hand, he wants a shake ]

[hell yeah, he will get that shake. it's weird how just being around him makes her entire demeanor change, but, like, fuck. he's Gamzee, come on. how can she not be chill around him?]

Nah, I feel you. Shit runs together. [but he asked a question and for once she's actually glad to answer. being productive raises her spirits too. wild.]

Trying to bring the city back to normal, yeah? I did the painting thing last month and I'm looking for something new. [she pats the side of her bag; there's a soft metal clang of tools banging into each other.] So I'm going around doing some gardening, planting flowers and shit. You know I love looking at roses. [well, one Rose.]

Ayy.

[ a sneaky but well meaning smile comes to place here as gamzee lifts his brows and nods in agreement. you go get that rose, anna. you know how much gamzee believes in the love, and he emphasizes when a hand comes up to his chest and gives it a little fist bump. ]

That’s how I like my motherfuckin’ gardening. [ and, speaking of which . . . ] I’m helpin’ out, too. [ anna gets handed the bag, with her name written on it with a clown smiley. ] Us players gotta stick together, homegirl.

[ha, she's not gonna chase after that Rose anymore. they had their time and they're better as friends; she just likes looking at her 'cause she always looks damn good. but now's not the time to bring all that up because she has to keep this chill-ass vibe going!]

Oh yeah? [hell yeah he is. she loves it. she loves his fuckin' smiley faces, and she's gonna tear into these when she gets home.] Danke, Kumpel. They, uh... how many should I eat at once?

[she gives him a knowing look, like she's at all being sly about the question she's actually asking. look, there are cops on the app, she has to pretend to be discreet.]

De nada.

[ wink! at least, he knows her enough by now to now that basic german when he hears it. but gamzee’s more casual than socks on sandals, and doesn’t skip a beat nor bat a lash at the question. in fact, he blinks. slowly. ]

Dose is all personal, sister. I’d say eat one and wait a few ticks, see how smooth you’re sailing. Do something frosty while you wait, like . . . Snapping some poor Coke’s neck.

[ he is totally talking about

soda

and not murder ]

[awesome, her suspicions are totally confirmed. her entire stance relaxes; she's needed this for a while. edibles just hit her harder and she wants to get destroyed with all the crap happening to her.]

Dude. You just made my fuckin' week.

[she could not be happier with this turn of events, but unfortunately she probably can't reciprocate. Anna's not about to start giving Gamzee seeds after the wonderful business relationship they've built. she takes the cookies and puts them in her bag, then jams her hands into her pockets.]

So like, hey, you got any weird shit happening to you yet? Any—aight, any weird memories that weren't 'cause of what you were on?

[ aw, shucks. gamzee only smiles and looks genuinely pleased with the result. she loves it. that’s so great. he made her day. that’s so great. ]

Yo, I can feel the love, like . . . [ god, let him do the sign of the cross on his chest and kiss the thumb he traces it with. ] God’s with us.

[ memories . . . though. hold on, let him catch up. ]

Uh . . . [ he’s getting there. any minute now. ] I didn’t remember nothin’, but, my imagination all up and gave me the most magical fuckin’ vision I even seen. Wanna hear?

[right, shit, she's gotta hold back on some of her usual swears while she's around him. she doesn't know if throwing around a bunch of goddamns and jesus christs would offend him, but, like, fuck, it costs nothing to be nice to people who deserve that niceness.]

Absolutely. Hit me with that shit.

[because there's no way it's just his imagination talking, but she'll wait until she hears what it is before dropping any bombshells.]

[ girl

gamzee is the worst christian and uses goddamns, jesus fucking christ and motherfucker like actual words you say in public. you can stay as chill as ice and he won’t even care. but, to the story!! ]

So there was this ghosty pink cat girl thing, right? And she was all sparkin’ up like fireworks ‘cause there were these two other ghost guys . . . like, fighting over her? She got so worked up the poor little thang up and exploded.

I got so shook that I just went, [ he opens his eyes wide, covers his mouth and gasps, but what he actually hushes is: ] Honk.

[look. look! she has no defense. or idea how to react to that story, because shit damn, it really does sound like a vision more than a memory. unless he used to be just, like, the fucking wildest person in the world. which—okay, she's not ruling that out as a possibility.]

Yo. That's the wildest vision I've ever heard of. Doesn't sound like it ended great for the ghost cat. [god, one of these days she needs to thank Gamzee for the sentences he gives her the chance to say.]

So you have any idea what it means? I mean, they usually mean something, right?

[ gamzee has to think long and hard on this one. don’t make ghost cat girls anxious? or maybe, learn how to love. if you love her, you’ll let her go . . .

but once his smile seems no ooze from ear to ear, it’s obvious that he’s got it. ]

That honk is the best motherfuckin’ thing to say since hallelujah! How didn’t I think of that sooner?

[and Anna is rapt as fuck the entire time, right through that unbelievably deep and profound moral that she is really trying to keep a straight face through, even though keeping anything straight has been impossible for her since 2010.]

Holy shit. You got a catchphrase in a vision? [it's. look. she's being nice. she wouldn't be caught dead ever saying a single lone "honk" in any context whatsoever, but if he loves it then she has to support it.] Fuck yeah, dude. Honk on.

[she takes an idle look at the way he wrote her name on the bag of edibles and really should have seen this coming.]

How didn't you think of it sooner? Haven't you been down to clown 'til you're dead in the ground for years?

Since I was bitesized and saw Harlee Quin for the first time . . .

[ he sighs with a smile and pats his chest. that was way back when he was a kid and saw the equivalent of batman for the first time. that clown girl and the jokester . . . god damn. ]

After that I just kept scalin’. Guess I had to figure it out now, right? There’s a reason for everything.

Sure enough is.

[god, she hopes that's right. if he can let himself believe that there's a reason for everything, maybe she can buy that she's turning into a robot for a better reason than "haha hope you didn't like having blood".]

That's kind of how it goes now that you're on the app. You start figuring out a bunch of stuff—[from memories, and that's the part that everyone's left to figure out, but she's not bringing this mood down]—that you're shocked you didn't know about sooner, yeah? This ain't the only super profound vision you're gonna have.

[ the entire part of the app connected with their reality is a huge mystery for gamzee. a big, confusing mystery that gets little exploration, perhaps in favor of his faith and sanity.

if anything, this app is a game, and they have avatars, and the changes are either gifts or miracles. ]

It’s not? [ he recalls a short conversation he’s had with may— t”things are gonna change forever, brother”.] Have you gotten revelations?

A few of 'em, yeah.

[but she takes a couple seconds to pick the memory that's going to be least traumatic for him to hear about. literally no sense in bumming him out when he still thinks this place is full of miracles.]

One of the ones I got? [okay, she thinks she's got a good one, though it's way more than a little troubling that so many of her memories are about murdering things.] I got hit right in the brain with a vision of a flower that doesn't even exist anywhere in the world. Trust me, I looked. But it's this... white star called a Lunar Tear. And all I know is that it's really important to somebody. Don't know who yet, but it looks a hell of a lot like a flower my ex has now, yeah? ["has".] Tell me that ain't cosmic.

[ oh

wow

m I r a c l e s ]

. . . That’s some Kill Thrill siren shit right there, ‘Nanna. [ gamzee touches his head, looks down, back up. ] It’s like . . . The same one?

Don't know if it's the same one. Don't think she knows the name of hers.

[okay, but she's gotta make this sound more... preordained, right? because really, she's just bullshitting right now and doubts very much that the Lunar Tear is the same flower as the one Rose has growing inside her, but. it'd be a wild coincidence, huh?]

But how wild is that, dude? Girl who changed my whole life ends up being tied into all these visions? [Rose deserves better than what Anna's remembering.] You're gonna end up enlightened as shit, dude. Transcendent. Strap in.

Dope.

[ gamzee doesn’t seem . . . all that questioning about it now as he should be. no, he’s pretty passive. did he eat a cookie a while ago? maybe just to taste test, and the heavy lidded eyes are settling in as the easy going smile is.

d o p e. tongue playing with his lip piercing, he finally licks some pretty dry lips, leaning sideways. ]

That’s . . . So beautiful, girl. It’s, like. [ a hand to his chest. ] God’s Plan. Think I’ll get one a’ those? Paradox visions . . . Like, what if Drake remembers this and that’s what gave him all that motherfuckin’ inspiration to slam those lyrics for God’s Plan? Am I Drake–?

[ good bye, gamzee. ]

[holy shit. he's really going into Drake right now. of course he is. but it makes Anna grin, because christ does she wish more people around here were down with just going into musical references.]

Nah, dog, you're not Drake because Drake is already Drake. [that sentence has a very high DPS (Drakes per second) and she's not sure she likes it.] And he just got lucky. Don't think he's getting any visions like you are. But you use what you're getting right and you'll be even bigger than Drake. I can already tell.

[she would never blow smoke up his ass. the girl just loves and supports local music! and she's totally gonna try to entertain him while he's high on his own supply.]

[ gamzee could, like, gasp right now. his mouth hangs open a little and he just stares at her, wide eyed and deterred. ]

Carnival Kush is gonna get wrecked. [ because he can feel it, the inspiration. ] I can feel alls this inspiration seeping up my veins, and— and my brain drankin’, like straws in motherfuckin’— idea smoothies.

[ because yo check this out, holding onto anna’s arm and giving it a few “look look” tugs like a kid would. ]

“Careless honk”.

Edited 2018-06-20 12:19 (UTC)

[careless honk. jesus christ she loves this dude.]

Holy shit. You're gonna take the world by storm. See, this is the kind of stuff I'm talking about that's totally gonna keep happening. You're gonna put out more music than you know what to do with.

[might as well keep this more of a glass half full situation for as long as she can. and hell, just because her life's in shambles from these memories (and because her life's already in shambles) doesn't mean everyone's gonna be the same way.]

And I'll be right there in the front row when you debut 'em. Same as always, dude.

[ aw—!! this is, so— so beautiful–?! gamzee smiles and smiles wide despite his sloppiness, holding his arms out. ]

Can you give a Gam some physical sugar, mamacita?

[ because a gam wants to give you some physical sugar, honing in to give her a big, big hug already. what a good fan. what a good friend. the lord is in this one.. ]

i'm the drudge that goes again and again [open]

c is for cookie (cw for weed cookies)

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