A Flying Spider and A Faygo Jetpack

[Gamzee Makara]

Karkat was enjoying himself. He wouldn't ever admit it to Gamzee, or anyone else for that matter, but he was certainly having a blast. Flying through the white expanse of the Nexus, he felt a strange sense of infinity. It was strange; the only thing that let him know he was making any progress across the verse was the fountain and the equidistant gates. From reading that primordial guy's link in Jade's memo, the troll had deduced that the portal to the frozen expanse that was apparently now Jade's home was to the south of the Fountain.

This Adam guy, Jesus man. Karkat would call him an insufferable little prick, but then again, he knows full well he did not have a single metric unit of space to talk. All things considering, Gamzee seems pretty hell bent on impressing this Guu chick. The troll had never seen his friend so fired up about something in a long time. Could it be...? No. Hell no. Gamzee just simply isn't the type. All this inter-species shipping is going to give the young alien a headache.

The crabby alien smacks his lips together.

Hm. He's a little parched.

Still keeping an eye on where he's flying, pilot of the Elixirizer cautiously shifts his eyes to the right. There was a bendy tube that was feeding straight into the misters spreading the miracles across the land. Tentatively, the mutant-blood maneuvers his lips just so, taking the tube into his mouth. Cautiously, with a mortified expression, he sucks the makeshift straw.

A fruity rumpus party takes place in the teen's mouth. The taste was almost strong enough to make him gag and fly straight into the ground, exploding in a brilliant display of miracles. Alas, he regains his composure. That fucking straw combined all of the flavors into one tube!

That disgusting Juggalo fuck.

Karkat jets over the Fountain of Infinity, spraying fruity elixir all over any and all primes that have gathered round, fulfilling Gamzee's dream of a Troll Santa Clause. The Not-So-Jolly impostor veers off to the south, straight for the Frozen Fields Gate.

After another half hour of flying or so, the cherry-blood shoots through the portal, a trail of rainbow mist behind him.

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Not long after Karkat disappears into the snowy expanse, Gamzee and Adam spider-thrust into the blindingly white Nexus.

Aside from the shaky start, Gamzee smiles at his progress.

"Hey! Hey Adam! Bro! I found directions from a dude!"

The High-Blood was pretty amazed with the contraption that Adam managed to conjure up. All them legs movin' around and stuff were pretty tricksying or whatevs, but there were more pressing things at present moment.

"Oh, uh, for real? Cool I guess. Which one is the Camelot Gate?"

Gamzee points to a gate in the distance. "That one. That egregari-whatsit said it was east of that Miracle Fountain."

The spidercraft comes to a shuddering halt so fast the clown tumbling out of the vehicle, over the hood, and plummeting straight to the white 'floor' of the Nexus.

"Whazat?! What?"

Adam has a weird twitchy thing goin' on. Motherfucker is just like, staring blankly at the bells, whistles, and levers of the spider.

"Show me the Pesterlog."

"Wh-"

"Gamzee, show me the motherfucking messages."

The juggalo pulls out his phone so fast he almost tosses it out of the aircraft. With a surprised, slightly worried look, he hands his huskphone to Adam.

Gamzee and Erik's Pesterlog

About halfway through reading the conversation, Gamzee's new best human friend is visibly shaking, biting his lip nervously. He doesn't know why he's so freaked out. It's just a message. Its just a pesterlog. When he's finished reading, he hands the phone back to his traveling companion.

"Uh..."

Fucking. Erik.

"Don't even ask."

Adam felt this distinct, troubling urge to get as far away from this current location as possible. This fucking clown might have just invited an invasion in personal space. Like, a major invasion. Without another word, the Heir of Time fires the thrusters up again. Time to get going.

[Roger Smith]

There is a moment of turbulence as Adam's suddenly foul mood makes itself known and the spider-craft nearly plants its front end in the 'ground' of the Nexus, sending even Adam lurching forward and nearly spilling out of his seat. "FUCK!" is all he can manage to say, his hood promptly asserting itself over his head as he flails about to try and regain his balance and find his seat again.

He is saved by Gamzee just sort of....tugging on his good, plopping him back down in the seat.

"Jeeze....fuckin' thing is more finicky than I remember...." He adjusted his hood and glasses back into their 'proper' place, before shooting a brief "thank you" to Gamzee, earning only a thumbs up in return, at which Adam merely rolled his eyes, turning his attention back front-ward. "Once again, only with less shittiness...." he grumbles, and this time the take off is much less terrible and they are soon trucking along, and at a relatively swift pace. Without all of the trees to obstruct their path, the awkward-looking craft was putting on some serious speed. "Think this place is messing with my tech, man....it's only hitting 80. This thing normally goes at least twice that....that's annoying."

"I don't know about that, man....it sure does feel like it's goin' plenty fast enough. Not that there's any kind of scenery to be gaugin' that by, y'know?"

"Yeah....I know. This place is full of shit. Blank, white, expressionless, featureless shit." An idea hits him rather suddenly, and he turns to look at Gamzee with an odd expression on his face. "Hey. Take the steering for a minute. I gotta check something."

"Them controls look a little....strange, man....don't know if I wanna get in the middle of that."

"Look. Most of them don't even really....do anything important. I've got everything mostly locked in, just worry about steering. It's these two levers here, the blue ones. I just....I just need to check something."

With no small amount of back and forth and shuffling around, seats are exchanged and Gamzee, doing his best to look serious and focus on the task at hand and not be distracted by the myriad of unnecessarily multi-colored levers and apparently mostly irrelevant switches and dials, was now at the controls. Adam was trying not to let his regret of this decision show. He was most thoroughly engaged in something or other on his laptop, the glare from the screen reflected on his glasses hiding any obvious hints as to his thought process.

But whatever his thought process, he was typing something or other very aggressively. And muttering to himself in a most agitated manner. Something about "fucking space wizards" and "god damn cueball".

"So...." Gamzee spoke up after several awkward, silent moments.

"Hang up a sec, there, clownaround," Adam grumped, the pace of his typing accelerating. In a last series of keystrokes he finished whatever he was doing and sent whatever he had been working on.

The message in question.

"Alright....what's up, honk?" Adam shut his laptop partially, turning his attention back Gamzee-ward.

"You kinda got your freakout on when I mentioned gettin' directions from that eggplant motherfucker."

Adam's open palm met his face with a resounding smack. "Yeah....yeah I did. He's just....look, he's creepy. And hard to get a bead on. He's already implied he's keeping an eye on 'certain people', and that he may or may not have known right where I was at the time." Adam pulls off his glasses and covers his eyes with his opposite hand. "And if he didn't actually know where I was, you just so happened to have clued him in on where we're going to be. And he's also just said he's going to be watching you now, too. Doesn't that bother you in the slightest?"

"Well I guess I'd be speaking all kinds of untruth if I said it wasn't smellin' of all kinds of weird, but it isn't really a thing to be gettin' so freaked out about. If he decides to up and show his face, then he does. If he doesn't then he doesn't." The troll shrugged, turning a somewhat vacant-eyed, but otherwise vaguely reassuring grin at his new human pal. "Ain't nothing to go gettin' your human pants in a knot over without knowing what's gonna happen."

Adam was stupefied. "Wow, y'know, that....that's actually not bad advice." He puts his glasses back on and scratches his head, seemingly lost in deep ponderation as the portal to Camelot grows ever clear on the nonexistent horizon.