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[ashkente]

Good afternoon, Castle. There's a new arrival, a seven-foot-tall skeleton in the ballroom sampling the sweets. He may be the most unruffled newbie to arrive on the floating island in quite a long time. Those who can remember events before they happen tend not to be surprised very often, and this is nothing more than a vacation for him. No Duty to do at all, for he doesn't have dominion here. He hopes it'll be restful and possibly even pleasant.

He's going to try a little bit of everything in the room, in no hurry. For any witnesses, it's a bizarre thing to see. Food goes into his mouth, isn't chewed at all, and must go somewhere, because it's not ending up on the floor. No matter how long he's watched, it's going to remain a mystery as to how he swallows and where it's ending up. Best not to ask, you'd only embarrass him. Some things ought to be kept private.

(Of course, skeletons eating food can't be anything new here. Hopefully no one will stare at him too long.)

Comments

[ashkente]

How interesting! In all his days being... well, Death, this is the first walking, talking skeleton he's seen, other than himself. And he's had quite a lot of days.

He saw it coming. He sees everything coming. That doesn't mean it's not a surprise and a pleasure. The eternal grin seems more real, for a moment. "Fᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ."

[sansational]

Sans lets out an amused sort of laugh at the reply. "good for you. hopefully you get to keep 'em. i know a lady who can patch 'em up, though, if worst comes to worst."

And since he knows such a lady, Sans takes up a muffin and immediately goes digging through it for the usual trap. As he does so, he asks casually: "so, you new around here?" He knows for certain he'd have remembered seeing another skeleton around the place before now. "anyone give you the spiel already?"

[ashkente]

He himself picks up the next plate with a new flavor of cake on it, wondering who, if anyone, is going to come along to wash all the dishes.

He's prodding a bony finger into the cake to see what's hiding in there as he speaks, "Yᴇs, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇs. I ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ sᴏ. I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴠᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ."

[sansational]

Death will find a most sparkly diamond broach inside his otherwise ordinary strawberry cake. Sans, meanwhile, just brushes his crumby hands off right over the floor. If anyone ever comes along to clean up the mess, he's never seen them. But the mess gets cleaned up anyway.

"if it was from the people i think it's from, then probably not. we've had to give the spiel to a lot of new people by now. got it down to a science." He nods quite proudly at this, not least because: "and i know science. so, hey! welcome to the castle. you seem to be taking the whole 'trapped in a floating castle in the sky' thing pretty well."

But from Sans' tone of voice as he says this, it might be clear that this is meant as a compliment. "near as i can tell, we pretty much all just wind up here like you did."