Dante's Abyss -- Spectator Thread

[Gamzee Makara]

Gamzee yawned. Or he tried to yawn, rather. Instead, the clown succeeded only in creating a gap between his oxygen mask and the healing goo that he was currently encased in, causing a cascade of medi-goo to rapidly fill his face holes. Lights started blinking and chiming on the outside of his tank and the nurse in attendance tsked and rushed to the boy, fiddling with the console of the machine and draining it of goop.

The clown coughed up globs of medical rejuvenation juice, the slimy resin leaving a strange taste in his mouth. Being stuck in that thing kinda reminded him of sleeping in his husk pod back home, his body enveloped by the warm cozy feeling of slime. It was a little disturbing, actually. Still, he felt good as new - or should he say nude. He was wearing nothing but the air, and boy did that feel amazing.

The nurse rolled his eyes, muttering "Summon up some clothes, you stupid git," before exiting the clown's field of vision, probably off to tend to more nursey business.

Huh. Weird accent on this guy. Gamzee shrugged and went about the process of turning miracles into miracles. His phone beepled. Beepled so hard it caught the troll's attention, in fact. While the High-Blood went about focusing up some new threads, he also took the time to answer he phone for the first time in ages, it felt like.

Gonna hang out for a second and tend to some bidness on the dataverse, but my next post will probably have Gam exiting to the frozen fields unless I dictate otherwise in said post.