All in all you're just another brick in the wall [ Open ]

[goddamngrenades]

[ So this is new. He may or may not have had a mini hysterical breakdown in the room where he woke up but- he suits up and tries to get it together. The first time he stretches his mind out for D and finds him gone, even though he knew it wasn't gonna work, he twitches hard against a spike of panic and-

is-

Somewhere else?

This is also new. this is terrifying in it's newness. He goes from a stark, clinical room to the top of a building-
There's a fountain. It's very pretty. He's VERY FREAKED OUT. Another stumbling step and he's

Not there-

anymore he's somewhere else. A library? WHAT THE FUCK? WHERE THE HELL IS HE? Someone's there.
He sees someone there and he reaches out for an answer, for a solution for any fucking thing at all and-

isn't there anymore. He's in a bedroom.

Then a school.

Then an abandoned lot.

Then he's there, RIGHT THERE, all tan armor and crackling voice over the radio, scared and startled and unable to fucking understand what the HELL IS GOING ON and he catches a hold of someone. Anyone. Whoever's closest. Clings and shakes them and says- ]

You're gonna give me some sane answers right the fuck now-

[ But he's gone.

He's gone and he's taken whoever he's grabbed with him and this time? This time he's wiped. This time he STOPS.
Mostly because he's stuck with his arm half in and half out of a wall, forced to stand while his HUD and the healing
unit blare angry noises at him about pressure and potential crush injury if he moves the wrong way. Caught like a
fish he lets go of whoever and scrabbles, trying to dig his arm out. ]

Oh god oh god oh shit oh god someone get me OUT OF HERE!


[ ooc: York is porting himself all around Freesia due to not knowing how his magic works! YAY! If you want him to port into your character's room, bedroom, bathroom, place of employ, whichever just toss them up and assume he's popped up there. If you want your character to have been grabbed by him and stuck in the middle of nowhere with his arm stuck in a wall, go for it! ]

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[goddamngrenades]

[ Second verse, same as the first a little bit quieter and a little bit worse.

No sauce this time, just water, dripping in little pinks from his visor and from the lines of his armor. This is getting ridiculous.

He actually manages to stand in the mes he'd made and stare at Greg for awhile, appreciating the music.

Then he's gone. Again. DAMNIT! ]

[panspermia]

[Well, that'll help clean up a little of the sauce. He strums with new vigor.]

Whoa! Warping Man, oh Warping man!
You've got nerves that need curbing, man.
What's past this place,
What did you see?
Just calm your pace
And share with me!

[goddamngrenades]

[ MORE WATER! MORE SWEARING!

But he sticks it. Literally, arm through the wall just- staring at it with an exasperated sigh. Not again.

Hey. At least there's music. ]

[panspermia]

[He jams out a finishing chord, and gives a smirk.]

Oh good, I thought my music was chasing you off. It's--oh. [He sees the arm now.] Captive audience. Figures.

[goddamngrenades]

This is the sixth time this has happened. I've learned to quit freaking out about it.

[ At least this wall isn't all that thick. He can tap the other side with his fingers if he bends his elbow. He can actually BEND his elbow, which is a change. If anything it's like being trapped by the upper bicep. That's a nice change of pace. ]

Whatever material's supposed to be here is displaced or something. If being stuck fingertip to tricep in solid brick isn't gonna hurt me, I figure this isn't either. Still. Cool tune, man. You come up with this just now?

[panspermia]

Yikes. Magic troubles, huh?

[He gets up to come over and give the intersection of arm and wall a good look, frowning as would-be mechanic might at a broken down car. Is he going to have to replaster this later?]

Never any fun. This type's a new one on me, sorry. Hey, 'least you're not caught in the floor.

[He leans his guitar against the wall, tapping the space around York's arm.]

That? Oh yeah. Was in a jamming sort of mood, and some inspiration just comes popping by, gotta use it while you muse it. Try flexing your arm, if you can.

[goddamngrenades]

Apparently. At first I thought it was a vivid hallucination. But those tend to not make any kind of sense. Here there are rules- I think.

[ Or at least there's some kind of pattern he's managed to parse. If he figures that out he can crack it and- go home? ]

Well now that you've said it, that's gonna happen next if I lose my cool- that was a pretty solid Jam. I'm glad to be a source of inspiration.

[ The armor plating shifts as he flexes, reiforcements and bioengineering working in harmony to make the material holding him in place give a little. ]

[panspermia]

Hah. Still figuring some of the guidelines out myself.

[He'd reassure that you get used to it eventually, but in spite of his laid back behavior he really hadn't.]

Aw, shucks, guy. I'm glad to be a nice soundtrack to your tour.

[He taps his chin, then raises his hands in a placating shrug.]

So, just a thought here, no need to follow through, but what are the odds you can slip a sleeve of armor off?

[goddamngrenades]

I'm a sucker for classic rock, man. Used to drive the other guys crazy.

[ He missed bits here and there but he's sure asking for a repeat wouldn't hurt. Digging out the armor after he slips his hand Free? Also painless. ]

This is actually the first time that's been an option. If I can get to the maglocks...You'll have to do me a favor and head around to the other side, unclasp the ones on my forearm.

[panspermia]

Bah. Don't know what they're missing, man. Spacefuture or no, a good tune's a good tune.

[Not that Greg's picky about genre. He gives a little thumbs up as he pops around to the next room. After a second, he has to call around the way,]

Lemme know if I'm poking something wrong! Boy that's a lot of clasps. Hang on a sec! Not sure how how this--okay, I think I got--uh. That's a button, or...? Wait! Here! Gotcha!

[goddamngrenades]

They're pretty easy once you know what you're looking for!

[ He calls around, working at the maglocks on the bicep portion of the armor. Soon enough he's got that unlocked from the undersuit and hey, his new friend finished up on the other side too! Nice. ]

Just hold the bracer for me while I get my arm free, okay? I'm gonna go slow.

[ It's a little awkward twisting, the back of his glove catches against the edge of the bracer before he twists it clear and starts working his arm out of the grip of the wall. ]

[panspermia]

On hold!

[He would love for this to be the weirdest thing he's done this week.]

Name's Greg, by the way. Greg Universe!

[goddamngrenades]

[ He gets his arm free of the bracer- which frees his new bud, Greg, to walk back around whenever he wants and starts pulling free of the bicep portion of the armor. Soon he's out and the hole in the wall is there.

With his armor attached.

Wiggling it out is easier now hat he's not attached as well. ]

Thanks man- Greg. Oh. OH Hey! You're Rose's dude!

[panspermia]

Boy I'm glad there's no landlord here-- Oh! You've met Rose!

[Just saying her name brightens him up. And she talked about him, too--that gives him a smile that could light up the night.]

See, at least this magic junk's helping you meet the right kinds of people, huh?

[goddamngrenades]

[ Okay now that? That is crazy awesome, how he lights up after hearing her name. That little niggle of envy is back which, again, REPRESSED. Cuz Greg's an awesome dude and deserves an awesome lady, he's sure. ]

Yeah. She helped talk me down when I kept doing what I did here. Blipping all over the place.

[panspermia]

Guessing that was after the pasta fiasco.

You bumped into the right magical warrior though, she's pretty much all about this stuff. You got a magical mess that needs figuring out, she's your lady.

[Which could beg the question why Greg hasn't asked her to help with his own magic stuff, but whatever who cares that's not what we're talking about.]

I'm just here for, I dunno, giving out theme songs, I guess.

[goddamngrenades]

Yeah. Kinda ended up bouncing between you two for a little while there.

[ Giant pink hair'd magical warrior. That explained a LOT of his gut reactions to her. Also pretty. Also TAKEN why does he keep getting these things for people that are unavailable? ]

After that first flash you didn't really freak out. Which helped me not freak out. Also? Got me out of the wall. So theme songs and good deeds.

[panspermia]

Well, that's two things off my to-do list.

[He takes a second to look him over. It's hard to tell much of anything about how he's holding up, with most of his armor still on, and he certainly sounds like he's calmed down since the first few pops in and out, but there's likely a lot more going on underneath.]

Stressing about someone popping in and out does just as much good as singing, figured I might as well stick to the one that feels better. After a point, I figure the best way to handle things is knowing when it's out of my hands, and it'll get figured out. Takes some of the pressure off when things are going haywire.

[goddamngrenades]

[ Now that he's got both hands he can pop off the helmet and set it aside and breathe for a little while. Breathing is good. He may or may not have been using the HUD to monitor his heart-rate while he got the hang of this but- right now he's not stressed, he's not trapped, and he's safe. ]

That is a massively helpful mindset, man. If more people were like you I figure the world would turn out a lot less stressful. And scary.

[panspermia]

If only. Doing my best to spread the wisdom, anyway. You're pals with Wash, aren't you? He's a project, I tell ya.

[goddamngrenades]

He wasn't always. [ One last twist and he's got the bicep armor out of the wall and starts dusting it off. Ugh. It STILL smells like Marinara. ] It's not really his fault. He went through a lot before-

Well. Before. We all got our baggage. From what little I've seen of him today it's safe to guess that he only ever got more.

[panspermia]

Yeah... I figured. [Soldiers never come out of their business in one piece, one way or another. Greg doesn't have to know much about Wash to see he's in more pieces than average.]

Well, what matters now is how to carry that weight. It's not much, but I do what I can, one ukulele lesson at a time.

[goddamngrenades]

You're...teaching wash. How to play the Ukulele.


[ That. That mental Image. Wash with the tiny instrument, struggling to strum or anything without the ABSOLUTE FOCUS of an operative-

He doubles over laughing. ]

[panspermia]

Hey, c'mon! He's doing really good!

[Well, he hasn't given up, and as far as Greg is concerned, that may as well make him a natural.]

[goddamngrenades]

I don't doubt it! [ MORE CACKLING. ] No it's- it's probably good for him. Does he have a skateboard here? He kind of had to give that up on the ship.