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CURSE YOU, SNACKS. CURSE YO~OU. (Unpopcorning of Zim (and now GIR!)/Open RP)
((Totes meant to do this forever and a half ago. Might as well do it now while he's the only muse I got!
Technically speaking, here, Zim has not been popcorned - mun ownership has transferred over, is all. I'm going the whole popcorn amnesia route, however, becau~use it's easier to explain the time gap since the last mun used him, and... Okay, I'm just too lazy to read old roleplays. Consequentially, Zim remembers showing up at Hogwarts and the concept of it - fuzzily so - but he doesn't remember anything else that has happened.
This is also WAY backdated to before Evan Ferguson's application, because... Zim kind of showed up there. Continuity wut. Okay, and if that's enough OOC-mumbo jumbo for you yet, onward!))
Euuuuugggghhhh!
He was covered in yellow, sticky... yellow-ness! It was obviously hot - scorchingly so, considering the tendrils of steam wafting upward from his arms right now - but Zim didn't seem to be bothering to do much in the way of cleaning himself off. Just kind of stared at all the yellow. And sizzled. ...Like bacon.
With a scowl and a flick of his hand, a great gob of butter splattered to the floor with a rather sickening... sound that things of a yellow, stick nature would make. A disgusting one, that was. A few tubes burst free from Zim's PAK, suctioning up the most of the butter as Zim made quick with replacing his contacts and wig. He was so stealthy, right? The humans would be none the wiser.
"Horrible excuses for snacks," he spat contorting his face into an expression of disgust, eye squinted and everything. This was that butter GIR was always eating those candy bars of, wasn't it? The smell was getting to him. "This had to be them, didn't it? An attempt to put a stop to my guinea pig experiment! But it's my latest and best e~evil plan! The humans wouldn't want to miss getting their brains eaten! GIR!" he added at once, as the vacuums snaked back into his PAK. "I need you to--"
"Er."
"GIR?"
The PAK opened again (handy little thing!), a communicator extending in front of Zim's mouth instead, this time. "GI~IR," he called into it, slowly, eyes slanting crossly. All he was getting was static. "YOUR ASSISTANCE IS NEEDED IN SNACKS!" Zim shouted then, flailing his fists into the air, as if that would somehow get GIR's attention. Hey, snacks, it was worth a shot. But there had to be some interference... The communicator retreated and Zim peered down either hallway with a frown.
Huh.
Where was GIR?
Technically speaking, here, Zim has not been popcorned - mun ownership has transferred over, is all. I'm going the whole popcorn amnesia route, however, becau~use it's easier to explain the time gap since the last mun used him, and... Okay, I'm just too lazy to read old roleplays. Consequentially, Zim remembers showing up at Hogwarts and the concept of it - fuzzily so - but he doesn't remember anything else that has happened.
This is also WAY backdated to before Evan Ferguson's application, because... Zim kind of showed up there. Continuity wut. Okay, and if that's enough OOC-mumbo jumbo for you yet, onward!))
Euuuuugggghhhh!
He was covered in yellow, sticky... yellow-ness! It was obviously hot - scorchingly so, considering the tendrils of steam wafting upward from his arms right now - but Zim didn't seem to be bothering to do much in the way of cleaning himself off. Just kind of stared at all the yellow. And sizzled. ...Like bacon.
With a scowl and a flick of his hand, a great gob of butter splattered to the floor with a rather sickening... sound that things of a yellow, stick nature would make. A disgusting one, that was. A few tubes burst free from Zim's PAK, suctioning up the most of the butter as Zim made quick with replacing his contacts and wig. He was so stealthy, right? The humans would be none the wiser.
"Horrible excuses for snacks," he spat contorting his face into an expression of disgust, eye squinted and everything. This was that butter GIR was always eating those candy bars of, wasn't it? The smell was getting to him. "This had to be them, didn't it? An attempt to put a stop to my guinea pig experiment! But it's my latest and best e~evil plan! The humans wouldn't want to miss getting their brains eaten! GIR!" he added at once, as the vacuums snaked back into his PAK. "I need you to--"
"Er."
"GIR?"
The PAK opened again (handy little thing!), a communicator extending in front of Zim's mouth instead, this time. "GI~IR," he called into it, slowly, eyes slanting crossly. All he was getting was static. "YOUR ASSISTANCE IS NEEDED IN SNACKS!" Zim shouted then, flailing his fists into the air, as if that would somehow get GIR's attention. Hey, snacks, it was worth a shot. But there had to be some interference... The communicator retreated and Zim peered down either hallway with a frown.
Huh.
Where was GIR?