sortinghat_logs | Party Rock in da houuuuuuse toniiiight

Entry tags:

Party Rock in da houuuuuuse toniiiight

WHO: Dean Winchester, Marshall Lee, anyone fourth year or older
TONE: Fun! It's a party.
RATING: PG-13 at most for language and shenanigans
WHEN: 8 September
WHERE: One of the unused classrooms
WHAT: Consider it a "we survived the first week of school" party
STATUS: On-going.

Dean and Marshall discussed throwing during the first weekend back at school. And guess what? They are. It was Dean's task to handle invites, which he did--to students in the fourth year and up, save for the Prefects and the Head Boy/Girl. The invites also instructed students to come to the party alone; groups of loud students would be suspicious! There are spells cast to make the classroom sound proof.

There's also an entrance fee of ten sickles. Seem a bit extreme? You're paying for quality. There's great music and a variety of alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks.

(OOC Note: Many of the Ravenclaws invites (with the exception of Tony's) insinuated that this was in fact a study session. Not a party. Surprise!)

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Gamzee laughs again at the kiss on the cheek, and pats Maxim's hair fondly, marveling at the rise of purple sparks where he touches the other boy, like fairy dust or something. Then he smiles with great, lazy affection. His pupils are wide, very nearly blown, turning the indigo into thin coronas around the black.]

I am so motherfuckin' high right now. So I am pretty much completely fine as fine as cherry wine, bro, except Maxim is being so motherfuckin' right. You want some?

[Shinra smiles at the kiss and waves as Maxim makes his way over to Alfred.]

Well... good bye!

[With that, he turns back to peer at Gamzee once again, his own eyes widening at the state of Gamzee's pupils. He nods, listening very closely and maintaining eye contact as the other boy speaks. He'd seen Gamzee intoxicated before, but something about this was slightly different.]

Are you sure about that? What did you take?

I didn't never give it no name, but I got it up in my pan something about motherfuckin' rainbows, 'cause of all the colors? I made it on accident, and I can't even be remembering what it was supposed to be, but whatever that was was probably crap, because this shit is really nice, 'cause you can see all the beautiful shit what's up and inside each and everybody?

[Gamzee puts his hands back on Shinra's shoulders, sad at the loss of contact from before, and sways in a little, until his forehead is pressed against the smaller boy's.] Like I was always knowing you was really cool, like all your pan was holding all this knowledge and like you also got this big motherfuckin' blood pusher up in you what almost don't even fit in your bone cage, but now I can see it and I ain't never want to stop looking, because every time you be turning I see something new and it's so bright, it should hurt, and it does a little, but in a good way, you know? Like when you be staring at the sun, and maybe your eyes would burn out, but that's okay because you wouldn't be in the dark then, it would all be light, all the time, all that warm light and you ain't never have to be alone with all that light filling you up. Except yours is blue and silver and white, not yellow. Ain't no yellow in you.

[Shinra beams as Gamzee leans in, hanging on to the other boy's every word. On a certain level, he knew he should probably be monitoring him in a different sense, given that he was under the influence of some sort of hallucinogen. But then again, it seemed to be a pleasant sort of hallucinogen. And all this was very important. At least Shinra hoped it was. Seeing that Gamzee was intoxicated, it was highly possible that he would forget he'd said all of this as soon as the potion's effects had worn off. But on the other hand, the fact that he was saying this at all must mean that it had some validity. This just required a little more interpretation.

He reaches out, moving to rub Gamzee's back in what he hopes is a soothing manner.]

Would you like to sit down?

Okay! [Gamzee agrees cheerfully, apparently taking the conversation as some kind of demand, because he abruptly slides down the wall, hitting the ground with a muffled thump, which prompts him to look down into his lap, his eyes widening.] Woah.

[He turns his face up to Shinra, then, and holds his hands out to smaller boy.] Motherfucker you have got to sit in my lap, my lap be all purple and fluffy now! Miracle poof and shit! I bet it is so soft!

[Shinra watches as Gamzee slides down the wall, smiling in relief.]

It would probably be for the best. I wouldn't want you to--

[That was a very interesting request. And one that was possibly brought on by intoxication, but again, there must be some truth to it if it's being made at all. So, he takes Gamzee's hand, crouching down and peering into the other boy's eyes.]

Are you absolutely sure about this?

[Gamzee looks utterly bewildered by the question, even while his fingers curl around the other boy's, warmly.] Why would I be asking if I ain't wanting you down here?

[Then he grins suddenly, glancing down, cheeks coloring a little. There's an odd mix of sly and bashful in that smile.] But you got to stop putting your peepers on me like that, or I really will be kissing you, and I'd probably forget to be asking yes or no. Except maybe I'd forget 'cause I like looking at your face too much. You got this thing you do when you really want to know something and it changes the shapes of things like your eyes and your mouth, and your eyes be getting all dark? Like sometimes they look like that old old silver you see for sickles, like the midnight moon, and sometimes they look like storm clouds, except I hardly ain't never seen you mad.

[Then he tugs lightly at Shinra's hand.] Come on.

Edited 2012-09-13 09:09 (UTC)

I just thought I'd ask.

[He continues to peer at Gamzee, smiling contemplatively as the other boy speaks. Yes, there was still something slightly off about him, but all things considered, he did still seem like himself, relatively speaking. From the look of it, the potion just seemed to cause mild hallucinations and to disable inhibitions. So he was principally more talkative than usual. And a little more vulnerable. Yes, he definitely seemed more vulnerable. So if he were to comply with Gamzee's request, he wouldn't really be taking advantage of him. If anything, he would be keeping anyone else from taking advantage. So, when Gamzee pulls at his hand, he moves in and settles himself in the other's lap, wrapping his arms around him protectively.]

You have the most fascinating way of describing things.

[Gamzee makes the oddest, and yet also most clearly happy sound when Shinra settles on his lap, a sort of cooing, but lower, like someone took a dove and then knocked it down a few octaves. The petticoat is rather fluffy, and froths up around the smaller boy's legs, while the Slytherin snakes his arms around his friend's waist, pulling him even closer.

When Shinra makes his comment, all the taller boy can do is chuckle, shaking his head.] It's just talking. Words all what come dancing out of my protein chute. That's kind of cool, though, you know? That there's sounds what mean all the things that go on in our pans? Sounds for colors and for feelings and even sounds for other motherfuckin' sounds! I like yours. [contentedly]

[He beams at the odd cooing noise, allowing himself to lean back against Gamzee as the other boy pulls him closer. Yes, this definitely felt right. Complying with Gamzee's request was definitely the right thing to do.]

But that's the most amazing thing about it! You say the most amazing, exceptional things about just about everything and you do it all without really having to think about it. It's almost like an instinct. Maybe it is one. And your right... [He sighs contemplatively] When you think about it, language really is just a series of very specific sounds. I think you're just more attuned to them than most people.

Edited 2012-09-14 07:53 (UTC)

I like sounds. [agrees, sticking his nose in the other boy's hair and breathing it in, then blowing through it like a friendly horse] And smells. And colors. All of that is a motherfuckin' miracle. That we can walk through the whole wide world and it all comes in to us in all these different ways, and then we make it into a thought or a remebering and we stick it up in our pan and it gets to stay there.

And we make people into rememberings, too, for when they ain't there. And it's like all putting more paint in the picture every time you see them. How did our sponges know how to do that? How did I be knowing you fit with me, how did my pan wrap around you? Motherfuckin' miracles! Best thing there ever be. [He nestled his face right up against the other boy's neck then, grinning in utter bliss.]

[He shifts ever so slightly as Gamzee blows through his hair.]

It is a bit like a painting, isn't it? Admittedly, I don't know much about art, but I know that there's only so much room on a canvas, so you would have to keep adding more and more layers of sensation to it. And most of them get lost in your subconscious, but others manage to make their way to the surface no matter how many layers you pile on top of them... You're very good with analogies.

[He smiles contentedly as Gamzee nestles against his neck and gently constricts his arms around him.] I'm not quite sure why we fit either, but we do and I think I'd to hear you speculate on it. I could happily get lost in your thought process.

Edited 2012-09-15 05:12 (UTC)

Don't be getting lost, unless you're wanting me to come find you. [Gamzee admonishes, but in a cheerful way. He's trying to concentrate on what Shinra's saying, because there's a request in there, but his mind's focused on the thought of layers now, layers and layers of color, all making little changes to what's below or beneath. It's a fascinating thought, and it takes him a few moments to get back to what his friend asked of him.]

Man, I don't even be knowing, that's why it's a miracle! But. [He leans his cheek on Shinra's shoulder then, looking up at the other boy's face from the incredibly close angle. It was mostly jaw and lips and one eye from here, and then the harder angle of his friend's glasses.]

Maybe it's because you be seeing so much? You know what I be saying? Like you're one of those motherfuckers what look with everything, not just your peepers, so you can see and see for miles, and you want to. It's all just because you want to be knowing that stuff, ain't no motherfuckin' harm in you, you know? You see it and collect it and push around the pieces and put them together all different ways, trying all kinds of things until it works, until you got the picture that fits in your frame. Like them ... whatzits, with all the colored pieces of glass and stone what make up a picture. Mosaicals!

And I'm all kinds of broken glass. So I guess I need someone what sees the whole thing and can put it together, because I ain't got the knowing of how to do it. And when I talk to you, it's like you're fitting me into something, making me make sense? Even when it's about sad stuff, it's making me all kinds of happy just to know you're doing it.

How would you find someone who's lost in your thought process? I suppose the obvious way would be to explain everything, but in your case, that would probably add more layers of thought to the situation. [He laughs softly] It all comes back to layers, doesn't it?

[He glances down as Gamzee rests his head on his shoulder, giving him a contemplative half-smile as he listens to the other's speculation.]

Perhaps... But I don't think you're as broken as you think you are. I suppose you can be fragmented, in a sense, but that doesn't necessarily mean you're broken. In fact, you can exist in fragments and still be quite beautiful. And sometimes things are beautiful because they're fragmented, like light through a prism, for instance.

Edited 2012-09-16 07:17 (UTC)

[The older boy laughs softly, delighted with the concept.] That's like you! Like the crystal I was seeing when I was itty. Most beautiful motherfuckin' thing. How does it even know how to do that, to make all the colors so you can see every single one but they all be shining and putting themselves in a line, all the most loveliest, like what happens up in the sky. How do the colors know where to go?

But that's you, putting them in the right places! I like your pan for that. [He nuzzles happily at Shinra's neck again, then lifts his head to he can see the other boy's face properly, raising a hand to lift the Ravenclaw's glasses away - this close, things can't get too blurry, can they?] I ain't beautiful, 'cept in the way all motherfuckers is, but you got this way of turning me into light, so I can be.

I like being light. [He glances down, almost shyly.] And that you see me, and that I be making some kinda senses to you.

[He beams, releasing an exhilarated sort of sigh as he listens to Gamzee.]

That's it! I'm not exactly sure of how it works, but I think that when it rains, the water does act as a sort of prism and breaks the light into all its colours. I can't remember why the colours always end up in the same order, but I can look it up later. In any case... the more I think on it, you really are like refracted light.

[He shifts again as Gamzee pulls away and blinks a few times as Gamzee removes his glasses, adjusting to the changes in focus as he smiles somewhat sadly at the other boy.]

You don't always make sense to me, but I don't mind. Maybe sometimes I'm just not meant to understand you, but I'll probably try to anyway. Because I like your mind too.

Rain is another one of them motherfuckin' miracles. [Gamzee agrees solemnly, looking up again.] Like most of that natural shit! How did it even all come to be? Nobody even motherfuckin' knows.

[Then he cocks his head to the side as he sees that sad cast to Shinra's smile, and he raises a hand to trail his fingers along the other boy's cheek, then the corner of his mouth.] How come you be looking like that? Ain't you happy, bro? I am so motherfuckin' happy right now, except you ain't.

Actually, I think quite a few people know. At least they do to a certain extent. We can look it up later on, if you're interested.

[And then Gamzee's trailing his fingers across his face. Shinra closes his eyes, smiling almost blissfully as he takes a moment to really take in the sensation before responding.]

I am... But I do wonder if I'm not understanding you as well as I could.

[With that, he laughs softly and opens his eyes.]

I'm very glad you're happy though.

Edited 2012-09-17 05:11 (UTC)

Can't help but be. [Gamzee informs him seriously.] Got you here with me [tightening one arm around the smaller boy with a smile] and we're talking the most miraculous shit, about all the magic in the world and between people, like you and me. Even if it be up in my pan that I want to kiss you so bad it hurts sometimes, even that's nice? Like ... I dunno, like there's times when it feels good to want something, and to be thinking on getting it, and what that might be like. Motherfuckin' anticipation, right?

But what ain't you got the understanding of? I'll lend a bro a hand, if I can.

I think I know what you mean. It's a sense of incompletion, isn't it? As if you're missing a part of you that's vital, but almost imperceptible unless you know where to look for it.

[He leans closer as Gamzee tightens his arm around him, resting his head against the wall and experimentally tracing a finger down the other boy's spine.]

I suppose it's mostly the way you tend to word things. Or the way you seem to understand the world. I'm not sure, but I don't think it really matters as long as we fit.

Like the holes. [Gamzee agrees.] What I got in my pan, and things fall all the way down through into the black, but I ain't even knowing what gets lost until I see it again.

[He seems about to say more, but his though process is derailed by the finger down his back. It's gentle, but it leaves shivery little tingles in its wake, and his lips part as he makes a soft, pleased sound, like someone who has just taken a bite of something surprisingly delicious.]

... yeah, I. I don't know how to be helping you with that, I don't know how I get my understanding for the picture of the world, either.

[The thought distresses him a little - he wants to be able to help Shinra, but how can he do that, when he doesn't know a thing himself? Still, it can't be all that bad, or the other boy wouldn't be here now, right? His fingers find the soft hairs just behind Shinra's ear, and he starts to play with them idly, nails stroking against the Ravenclaw's scalp.] But it's like puzzle pieces, ain't it?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Party Rock in da houuuuuuse toniiiight

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject