Incarceration

[caprihorn]

WHO: Gamzee Makara and YOU POSSIBLY SINCE IT'S AN OPEN LOG
WHERE: Superjail
WHEN: December third to December tenth we'll say. EXCEPT FOR THE KARKAT PART that part is in November.
WARNINGS: Gamzee still swears and might get nasty with people because even though he's got a moirail that doesn't mean he'll be calm if his moirail's not around.
SUMMARY: Gamzee is in jail and much calmer than he's been normally. People can come visit and/or harass him if they'd like.
FORMAT: Words I would guess.

And here is Gamzee at long last where he belongs. Only after over three hundred murders, several assaults, and one moirail to get him here. It's been a strange journey for him and he's got not much else to do but reflect on it, that is until he gets some visitors. Even when Gamzee wants to spit in their eyes there's something nice about having a visitor or two to talk to instead of running another idea, another plan, or another mistake through his brain. It gives him just a little something to do.

Comments

how about...sunday afternoon

[glowsferatu]

[ it was better this way, she kept telling herself. even if karkat was doing his best to keep gamzee pacified, everything remained untested, unknown, if he can remain here then at least they could see how he would act.

it was mainly guilt that brought her to visit. guilt that she'd let things get to the point they had, guilt that she couldn't end them sooner, guilt that she wasn't there to help karkat when the attempt occurred, and the only thing she knew how to do with guilt, especially guilt regarding inattentiveness, was to try to overcompensate for it, to balance it out after the fact. perhaps too late.

she had, after all, given gamzee every reason to hate her. she was almost certain that if not for the bars, he'd quickly try to throttle her and paint the walls with her blood. this would take time, and so she tried to begin with the first step.

there was a box in her lap as she sat down in the visitor's room ]

Hello, Gamzee.

Sounds good to me

[caprihorn]

[And it was better this way, anyone could have guessed that by the long hard glare Gamzee was giving Kanaya.]

We weren't expecting your own-motherfuckin'-self.

[He shifted his gaze away from Kanaya's face down to her box. The urge to ask what was in it was very strong, but he wasn't going to give into questioning Kanaya about it just yet.]

Re: Sounds good to me

[glowsferatu]

[ she spots that and tries to avoid his gaze. she'd really have her work ahead of her, wouldn't she? ]

Perhaps not, but as I was...preoccupied at the time Karkat saw fir to enact our plan to establish your arrangement, I felt it prudent to check in to see what your status was personally.

[ to satisfy his curiosity, she brings the box, which is indigo btw, fully into view ] In addition, I brought you a pie. It certainly isn't the same variety as you'd be accustomed to, due to a lack of necessary materials and your expressed distaste is the main ingredients of that, this one is more neutrally aligned though nonetheless delicious, I'm sure.

[ she opens the box to show a crisp golden crust, with a light brown filling poking through the vents in the top ]

It's...um, apple.

[caprihorn]

[Despite Kanaya's words he's looking at the pie like it might just bite him.

Still though, he tries not to give into some nastier urges and tries to do better like Karkat would probably want him to.]

_{Don't think we've all had an apple pie.}

[glowsferatu]

[ she sets it down from the propped up angle she'd been holding it at for display purposes and folded her arms on the table in front of her. she still looked pretty visibly uncomfortable about this whole thing ]

It's a rather pleasant dish, actually. The flavor's largely tart and spiced, and at its best the crust will have a delightfully flaked texture and sweet glaze that completes the bouquet rather splendidly. [ she manages a faint smile, completely unaware that "bouquet" doesn't really fit there when you're not talking about wine ]

I'll pass it along to the guards to clear it for you. Have they been treating you fairly here?

[caprihorn]

[Gamzee leans on the table a bit, letting himself relax. He can't bring up his left arm to distribute his weight a little more evenly since Jade broke it in all sorts of interesting ways, but the right robotic arm seems to be doing a fine enough job anyway.]

They're been motherfuckin' alright. _{The guards aren't the pains around here anyway.</sub.}

[glowsferatu]

Oh? Who then does present the most bothersome nuisance?

[ she's afraid it'll be her of course ]

LIKE. EVERY DAY BASICALLY`.

[peanutblooder.livejournal.com]

And here is Tavros, having come over immediately after Gamzee's post. He's just a little out of breath, carrying his brown shoulder bag with the fairy on it.

"Hi, bro."

WHY WAS THIS NOT IN MY INBOX

[caprihorn]

"Hey, best bro," he says while smiling.

He's approaching Tavros as well as he can here. No sudden movements of course, guards wouldn't be happy with that.

I HID IT UNDER YOUR PILLOW also idk what the visiting room looks like? /MAKES SHIT UP

[peanutblooder.livejournal.com]

He takes a few quick steps before following Gamzee's cue. He isn't sure if hugbumping is allowed, but he'd really like to do that.

Seeing Gamzee smiling, downgraded his worried expression to something simply a little uncertain, but still.

I never remember what it looks like 8|

[caprihorn]

Gamzee doesn't go for a hug, he's pretty sure the guards wouldn't be happy if he did, so instead he just goes to sit down as close to his bro as he's allowed.

"_{So, uh,}" he pauses for a moment because really he doesn't know what to say, "what's up bro?"

I tried to look into superjail and there was no info, so this is based on rl juvie facilities...

[peanutblooder.livejournal.com]

A table, then, Tavros on one side and Gamzee on the other. The prison was freaking the bull-horned troll out, and he huddles a bit, jittery and spooked at the other prisoners and the guards..

"Uh, you being here, really. Um. I brought a bunch of things but, uh, they took them. The guards in front. I thought maybe you'd need, uh, pajamas or something, but if I'd thought about it, I guess I would have realized that it was p-pretty stupid to think they wouldn't have some for you. Also, there was some food. But, uh, but I got to bring in some books, and card games. I, uh, I thought that, if you wanted to, we could play when I visit."

OKAY

[caprihorn]

Gamzee smiles a bit at his friend again, though he does look a little unhappy with hearing about how the guards took away some of the things Tavros brought in. It's almost like he winced.

Games though, games sound like a good distraction and something nice to do with his bro instead of talking about this prison. Or focusing on arguments he got into later.

Or a lot of things really.

"_{I'd all like to get to playing a game with your ownself for sure.} What have you got?"

Fff icons.

[peanutblooder.livejournal.com]

Tavros looks over at Gamzee, closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath. Okay. Time to stop worrying and just be here.

"Well. There was a girl Ruka who did a memo a while ago about a card game, so I got some cards from that game because it sounds interesting. It's, uh, not like fiduspawn, because there aren't any oognibombs or host plushes or anything, just cards, but there is also a whole amusement park made about them, so probably the game has to be good, to justify that sort of extravagance!"

As he talks, he pulls out a bunch of starter decks.

I DON'T EVEN KNOW

[amoray]

[and, sooner or later, Eridan drops somewhat heavily into the seat opposite Gamzee. other than a brace on his wrist (and also that badly-dressed facial wound motherfucker that is going to scar), he seems no different than usual.

he doesn't lead off with a hello, or a how are you, or even a grunt or nod of greeting. instead, he begins with a brusque:]

What.

WE'LL FIGURE OUT THE DATE LATER who needs solid timelines with Homestuck characters anyway

[caprihorn]

[Gamzee had been prepared to go into a discussion about how he wasn't completely sincere on his last network post, but upon seeing Eridan's injuries in person he decided that he could save that bit for later.]

You all tell us what up and happened at your own-motherfuckin'-self first.

PSH OUR CANON SPITS ON LINEAR TIMELINES

[amoray]

What do you fuckin' think happened, stupid.

[he props his chin up in his hand, drawling.]

Lowbloods got up at attemptin' their own personal assassinations a yours truly and failed all to shit.

IT REALLY DOES

[caprihorn]

_{Which lowbloods got up at trying to do that wicked shit?} Might have some good motherfuckin' news for you if it's any of the two we've already got to sending something special.

[amoray]

They got green in common.

[this may be a ploy at not tipping any eavesdroppers off to the culprits, or he may just be acting difficult. who knowsssss]

[caprihorn]

_{We got one greenblooded motherfucker a surprise.} And another motherfuckin' green related motherfucker has up and gotten a gift all her own. _{Don't know if it's one of yours, though.}

Maybe you can all tell us who you think is up at deserving another gift sometime.

[And now Gamzee is leaning in, making sure his own broken arm is shifted so it's not in the way or getting damaged as he says very quickly and even quieter than usual:]

_{We might not be as sorry for certain things as we all made it look like.}

[Then he's back in his normal position, no more whispers to be passed to make a guard can get suspicious.]

[amoray]

Teal.

[he looks satisfied at the first two, though - and raises his eyebrows at the whisper. just a bit, before he's back to a mostly disinterested drawl.]

Fascinatin'. [he leans back in his seat, somewhat gingerly.] How they been treatin' you in here, Gam?

backwaaaaydated to the day after arrest

[hatesturbation.livejournal.com]

The prison is unnerving: huge, intimidating in its clinicality, and reminding Karkat a little too much of the sources of authority he grew up with. He swallows his anxiety, however, and manages to go through the red tape associated with visiting an inmate.

"Makara?" He chirps, his voice falling flat in the cell. Gamzee doesn't seem to be stirring from his approach, but he doesn't know what to make of that.

[caprihorn]

Gamzee hasn't been moving much since the ache in his bones have passed more into the bothersome territory than that area where he can still delight in this wicked feeling, this thing that keeps him feeling alive. It's just not as sharp as it needs to be.

Then Gamzee hears Karkat and for a second instead of relief he feels a little panicked. Maybe he's just dreaming of having a moirail. Maybe this was a trick and Karkat's here to tell him that his plan went off without a hitch and this would be the last time they'd talk since Gamzee was now here to safely decay away from everyone else. Maybe, worst of all, he's going to have to look his moirail in the eyes and talk to him about all these murders.

Finally though he gets over it and just sits up. Seeing Karkat there is already a big enough help to get him to smile a little.

"Hey bro."

[hatesturbation.livejournal.com]

Karkat peeks at him, fighting the overwhelming urge to curl up and spontaneously combust. Surely, a pile of bitter, mutant ash would be better suited to being here than him.

Instead of bursting into flames, however, he wills himself to take a step forward. "Hey." His usually endless repertoire of words is failing him at the moment, so instead of turning on the fountain of cursing, he takes a deep breath and makes his way over to where Gamzee's sitting.

With only a brief pause of uncertainty, he shifts and plops himself down, crossing his legs and planting his hands on his ankles, staring with the most intent eye contact he'd ever held.

"So, how're they treating you?"

[caprihorn]

"_{They've been okay.} No one's been hurting us like we've been up at out of here."

Gamzee positions himself so that he can keep the same eye contact with Karkat. For a second he fidgets, trying to figure out what to do. Suddenly though he reaches to wrap his metallic arm around Karkat and pull him in close. He probably can't make this last long and he's not sure the guards will like this lasting for a second, but it's something he's got to do.

"_{We're so sorry Karkat.}