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Gamzee: Learn about obscure cults. ==> Closed.

Without asking many questions, Gamzee was comfortable assuming this whole world was just a new session, yeah. He wasn't even upset that it'd been kept a secret, or that this place was overrun with monkeys. They weren't that bad - no better or worse than the imps. Everyone was cool. Remembering their faces was the hard part, they all looked pretty much the same with different clothes, though some of them were colorful up top. Blondes, what even...? Miracles.

Despite their similarities, Gamzee was able to distinguish at least one (maybe two, but for relevance's sake) from the few who bothered with him thus far, and only because he belonged to a cult as well. A deduction he thought was valid since meeting Serph. But, he was no Terezi.

A full week had passed - maybe. It was about time the two got together and partied it up. He was easily curious as to what the human's idolatry was all about, even if it was a fake thing. Such an event called for pie and fine beverages - which, Sollux informed him that such things could be found in Pollith...which wasn't the case at all. His sopor was missing. Missing together with his Faygo and horns. ...with the exception of the one he managed to bring along with him, somehow. He didn't want to lose it (which he had accidentally done at least a dozen times since arriving) and so it acted as a shitty cover to one of his candycorn-colored head!horns. Just hangin' out on the tip. It'd been working thus far and if it ain't broke, don't fix it.

But this pie thing was really becoming an issue. Fizzy drinks, he could maybe live without. He was all prepared to drop 'em when Equius asked - told him to, but the pies were non-negotiable. ...For the most part. It wasn't just because he fancied them either.

But he'd fuss over that some other time. There were more important things to address right now. He might not have been able to present the guy with one of his baked specials, but he managed to come across something that resembled a pie from far away. Going cross eyed would also help the illusion. He didn't know who or what laid them, but after wandering around his designated village earlier that morning, he came across a nest containing several (fiveish) eggs. They were easy enough to carry h..ive...home, and the first order of business was: painting.

Course, he only had one color with him. Maybe later he could bedazzle him with something more colorful - a few heads would have to be spared, but no one said art was easy. Speaking of challenges, for whatever reason he was no longer able to just reach into his Sylladex and retrieve his husktop. He couldn't fathom why, but nothing in his Captchalogue was working. Still, he wasn't all too stressed about it. He'd figure it all out whenever it was necessary because miracles. It would just be more convenient to contact Serph via Trollian.

So it was decided: he'd just hang out where he managed to find these eggs in the first place which, incidentally, wasn't very far from where he'd initially been approached by the monkey cultist. It was all merely coincidence (or something subconscious) that he kept ending up in the same general area. Wow what a shitty post I'm giving you good luck working with this xoxoxo I can't fuckin write especially now for some reason.