002 ♍ In Which Our Correspondent Discovers The Function Through Which To Visually Broadcast

[mamadonna]

[ The video clicks on to show Dolorosa fussing with the computer. Well, most of her. Only the bottom of her head is visible, as whoever used this terminal last is far shorter than she is. After a few moments of this, the camera shakes and refocuses to show her face, and after double-checking it against the display on the monitor, she smiles and places her hands in her lap.

She looks tired, and the bags under her eyes have deepened from getting very little sleep this past month. ]

Well, I'm pleased to see they have heard and followed my suggestion to improve the cafeteria menu! The recent state of affairs has been simply atrocious, we can't have growing children expected to receive their necessary sustenance from such negligent offerings.

More than this, it allows little excuse for one to not eat healthfully, so I must encourage you all to observe your proper nutritional schedule each day. Should you require assistance, or perhaps more direct motivation, [ ie. her pulling you by the ear to the cafeteria ] my services remain available.

I'm glad to see local operations improving following the dreadful events of the past weeks.

[ Of course, she...doesn't know about the puffer fish soup... ]

Comments

[mamadonna]

Any obligation I have to the others here is of my own design. I do not treat you as I do out of a mere sense of duty, but from care and a desire to see you healthy and in good spirits.

But yes, it...was unpleasant.

[ She picks up a stray section of his hair. It is...very, very pink. She isn't sure how to feel about this. ] What have you done here, exactly?

i have read that last line and erupted into peals of laughter at least five times now

[hystericull]

[Glad to have the change of subject, but not quite glad to have the new subject be his hair, Gamzee laughed nervously, eyes crossing a bit as he tried to focus on the curl she held between her fingers. ...Okay, dammit it was really hard to contain his excitement, even if it had been significantly hindered by current events.]

One of my bros was all up and to be doin' it for me!

[Except, later you sort of went apeshit on his ass, got punched in the face, and then told him to fuck off forever. So, not really bros anymore, but, details!]

Ain't it the motherfuckin' tits!?

glad to be of service

[mamadonna]

[ She looks at it, then back to him. She thought it looked awful, honestly, but his joy at it was something she didn't want to spoil. ]

Not quite the term I'd use, but yes, it is very...bright.

[hystericull]

[Mama don't make that face, come on it's very disheartening! He doesn't quite think you understand the magical properties of this pink hair and you certainly don't seem to be realizing how fucking awesome it is!!!]

It glows in the motherfucking dark!!!

[He's bouncing on the balls of his feet, now, looking at her expectantly. Surely that will change her mind.]

[mamadonna]

[ Okay, she'll give. Ugly a color as it is, that sounds pretty impressive. She can, if nothing less, at least humor his delight. ]

Perhaps you could demonstrate that for me?

[hystericull]

[S C R E A M.]

Fuck yeah I all could!

[He beamed, but paused abruptly.]

Er, gotta be all gettin' to find, like, somewhere what's dark, and shit.

[The last time he'd checked his super awesome hair powers, he was in the lavatories. That was not someplace they could venture together.]

[mamadonna]

[ She looked about the hall. Lights all over. ]

A few small weeks ago, this would have been the perfect setting for it. Though we could visit one of the dimmer floors below.

[hystericull]

[Dolorosa, you have the patience of a saint, have I ever told you that? This momentary distraction is serving its purpose quite well. Gamzee's face is now lit with the determination to find a place suitable for showing off his newest, follicle-related acquisition. Four floors down should be dark enough - provided the floor didn't swallow up even the light given off by bioluminescent hair.]

There's... there's the, the motherfuckin'... creepy crawly land. A little fuckin' bits what's down the stairs.

[He eyes her warily.]

It be kinda dangerous, though.

I mean, I ain't scared of no monsters or shit what's all to motherfuckin' be like that way. But, uh...

[Yyyyeah. You... you know where he's going with this, right? He doesn't have to actually say it?]

[mamadonna]

I know the one. We can continue downward from there to the thirtieth, instead. IF we keep to the stairs, we should be alright.

And otherwise... [ She clicks the bottom of her spear against the ground. Mama's got your back, honey. ]