Schmoozing for a good weekend.

[arrogantalloy]

WHO: Tony, and Open to all.
TONE: Casual and friendly
RATING: G
WHEN: No set time. But close to a Hogsmeade weekend.
WHERE:  Great Hall at lunch time.
WHAT: Tony's out to find out what he's going to be doing for Hogsmeade weekend.
STATUS: On going.



Tony launched himself into the great hall, and looked out over the tables, looking to see who was around for him to harass.
Faces of friends and girls were all going through his mind.

But what did he want to do?

He could always go to his houses table and see what the other's were thinking of doing. There was always science to be had with his house mates.

Or find himself on the Gryffindor table, he could see Steve and Thor. They were always up for some interesting fun. He knew if he could make something sound fun to the loud Scandinavian. That Steve would surly follow to make sure they didn't get into trouble. Steve was good like that.

But then, there was also all the girls that were around, and girls were always fun to share a butter beer with.

The teen decided to test the waters, he approached the tables and looked around at the others.

"So. Are we going to have a great Hogsmeade weekend? Or are we all going to have a great hogsmeade weekend? Right"

Like always he brought his flamboyant American charm to the situations.

Comments

[mo_cara]

The boy in the creepy black-and-white clown make-up glanced up, giving Tony a sort of clueless stare. "Huh?"

[arrogantalloy]

Looking at Gamzee, both Tony's eyebrows raise slightly at his make up.

"Wow, you've got the whole. Face, thing going on there. No, no, I like it. It's real Perriot stuff there."

Tony gestures to his own face when referring to the others face paint.

"Tell me Ringling Brothers; looking forward to the Hogsmeade weekend?"

[mo_cara]

"Pierrot," Gamzee corrects absently. "And this ain't no Comedia dell'motherfuckin' Arte thing, though I'm cool with that shit. It still be clowns."

He leans on one hand, staring at Tony as though the question requires a great deal of thought, though, and finally answers, "Yeah, I guess, last chance to stock up on motherfuckin' magical shit before the hols."

[arrogantalloy]

"Then what is it? Some kind of Buddhist thing? Because. Hey, it works for you. I'm not going to argue that, I'm just, you know curious."

Tony shifted his weight.

"Last chance? It's not like Diagonally's going to be closed for business when we're not for school."

[mo_cara]

"Yeah, but I can't be going there or nothing. My da's a Muggle," Gamzee explains, "And we ain't nowhere near motherfuckin' London." As is probably evident by the thick Welsh accent.

"And I don't know about no Buddha thing, but this shit," he taps one side of his face, at the edge of the white paint, smiling with sudden enthusiasm, "means I be down with the clown, motherfucker!"

[arrogantalloy]

Tony shrugs vaguely. Despite living here since he was 8 it's all just an English accent to him.

"If he's a muggle he should have a car, this is England, not America, everything's just a few hours away from everything."

He's a very rich boy, these things really aren't a problem for him.

"D-Down with the clown? Okay well sure. That doesn't sound as bad as some of the things I've read about. What is it? Just grease paint?"

He leans in closer to him, almost wanting to just reach out and touch it so he can check it out.

[mo_cara]

Gamzee blinks at the other boy - things were a lot farther apart than a few hours, for him. Roads in the UK were often small and twisting, not giants motorways that connected everything. From where he lived, it was at least four hours to get to London, and that was only if the traffic was really good, which of course it never was near the city. Driving for four hours there and four hours back was an awful lot of petrol, and not something his father would be willing to pay for, just so Gamzee could pick up some potions ingredients or the like.

"He won't drive that far," is all the Slytherin says, though, cocking his head to the side as Tony leans in closer. It doesn't seem to bother him, the proximity, though - Gamzee's personal space bubble is almost non-existent.

"Down with the motherfuckin' clown," he repeats, grinning. "ICP! The mirhtful motherfuckin' messiahs! Yeah, it be grease paint. I put some shit in it, though, sometimes, so it don't be smearing all over my word hole or peepers when I get all heated up."

[arrogantalloy]

Tony usually sits in the back of expensive cars and never really notices the journey himself, he's always doing other things on the trips.

Tony doesn't lean away, because he doesn't really have much of a hang up on personal space either.

"You know, if there isn't a spell for making your face stay like that without paint. And if not, it's probably easy enough to create one."

Tony is a problem solver, even if there's no actual problem at hand to solve.

[mo_cara]

"Nah," Gamzee tells the other boy easily enough, grinning. "'Cause then I wouldn't get to put it on, and you got to get your think pan all up in the right space to wear this shit. It's the motherfuckin' ritual, dig?"

[arrogantalloy]

"Rituals, right, no that is something I can 'dig'. This is a magical school after all. Gotta be able to dig rituals"

He nods a little, and he really did understand him in a strange way. After all, even Tony had his own rituals.

[mo_cara]

"Why you got it all up in your big black bird nugbone to be going around asking all the peoples about Hogsmeade?" Gamzee asks curiously. "Are you takin' a motherfuckin' poll?"

[arrogantalloy]

"Because, my canvas-faced friend. I'm wanting to know if anything interesting is going to happen. Then I can work out what I'm going to do from there."

[mo_cara]

"Always interesting shit be happening," Gamzee says with a shrug. "You want to get crunk with me?"

[arrogantalloy]

"Crunk? Do I even want to know what that it? Because really, it sounds kinda painful"

[mo_cara]

Gamzee snickers. "Nah ... well, I guess there do be some coughing sometimes. You know, blazed. Caned, boxed, faced, getting motherfuckin' funky!"

And then to make it absolutely clear, the Slytherin mimes smoking a joint.

[arrogantalloy]

Tony glances around just to see if anyone is paying attention then stands up a getting out of Gamzee's face.

"Yeah, sure why not. Never tried it before, but that's never stopped me doing... Well, anything really."

[mo_cara]

Gamzee grins, slow and easy, in a way that could be considered dopey ... or maybe just a bit sly. "Cool. Now you know there'll be interesting shit going down."

[arrogantalloy]

"You know, when you grin like that. I'm not going to lie. It freaks the hell out of me. But, yeah. Let me know when and where, I'll be there"

[mo_cara]

The grin just widens - Gamzee's seldom told he's creepy, though a few people probably think it. It's kind of novel, really. "Usually meet at the Three Broomsticks, then find a place to chill from there."

[arrogantalloy]

"Okay, you need to stop doing that in make up, I don't know what I should be looking at. Three Broomstick, sure I'll see you there then."

Tony gave the juggalo a nod, he started to walk away, then looked at Gryffindor table then back at the Sytherin boy.

"Hey, you see those two over there?"

He points out Thor and Steve.

"Boy wonder and punch first ask later can't know. I don't exsist in all this, got me?"

[mo_cara]

Gamzee's dark eyes flicked over to the other two boys, then he nodded thoughtfully. "They narcs?"

[arrogantalloy]

Tony looked at them for a moment, then shook his head.

"Nah, they're good friends. I just don't want them knowing I'm doing this. They wouldn't get it. If you know what I mean?"

[mo_cara]

Gamzee, who spent most of his life walking through a sea of people who didn't 'get it', just nodded sagely. "It's cool. Mum's the motherfuckin' word on that sweet lowdown."

[arrogantalloy]

"Awesome, well. I'll see you aren't then, enjoy yourself, yeah?"

And with that Tony turned again and headed off to bother Thor and Steve.