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castle_perrault2016-11-13 02:56 am
sansational) wrote in castle_perrault2016-11-13 02:56 am
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[Open/Mingle Post For All] Well here we are again
Sans has been keeping tally marks. Not entirely reliably, of course. But around about the point he first started realizing that his time in the castle wasn't just a dream, he started keeping marks on some of the older headstones in the cemetary. Just for his own sake. Just for what had been at the time the sheer novelty of watching time progress in a linear manner again. And after a certain point, it had simply become a force of habit. After all, by then he'd taken to poking around the cemetary regularly anyway to check for new people anyway.
One morning, he realizes that - give or take a few days - his tally marks now total up one year.
That's...something to think about. And he takes a couple of days to think about it, while he works on a certain project alongside Tauriel. He thinks about everything that's happened in a year. All the people that have come and gone. Some of them haven't gone, though. Thanks to the most seemingly minor circumstances in the world, they're here beside him instead. He's more grateful for that than he would have thought he could be, back then.
After all, that means when he finally decides to put his plan into action, he has Serif and Papyrus to help him spread the world. He has Tauriel to help him pinpoint people he might not have met yet - there really are so many more people around nowadays. And he has Frisk to keep him motivated, even if they don't know exactly how they're doing that. After all, he can't relax too much from this project, because another certain project is always waiting for him. It has been for weeks now, even before the recent chaos.
So once the dust has settled from the mass transforming, more or less everyone in the castle will find themselves receiving a message from a skeleton in a blue hoodie. He speaks it in person if he feels safe to approach. Otherwise, he leaves a note with a date, time, and a brief mention of a plan. The location his invitation points to is the ballroom, with its mirrored floor and its impossibly long buffet tables full of sweets.
On the stated day, at the stated time, everyone will...still have to wait five minutes for Sans to pull himself together after a nap, remember what he's supposed to be doing, and suddenly appear inside the room, still in the process of hastily smoothing out his badly rumbled, wrinkled notecards. It had taken him literal hours to dig these up out of the mess his lab has become.
"so, uh, yeah," he says, looking from the assembled residents to the cards and back again. He has to learn in and squint to read his own faded handwriting. "should probably explain what you're all doing here. so. i'm sure you've all noticed that this castle has got some weird things going on, above and beyond the whole, uh...stealing us from across time and space thing. i'm also assuming that most of you want to go home and won't mind helping me figure out a way to get us there." He gestures at the table. "to do that, i'm gonna need to start testing some of these theories. guesswork is fun, but it doesn't get us anywhere. timing how long it takes this place to reset something seems like a good start. and so this particular experiment runs as cleanly as possible, uh...i'm gonna need your help eating everything on that table. like, all of it. just don't choke on any shiny bits."
Message delivered, Sans crams the notecards back in his pocket, and spreads his arms in silent indication for everyone to dig in.
Those castle residents who were here last year might have reason to be suspicious. Might even have reason to call this entire plan a lie. After all, they know that trying to eat everything on these tables ultimately didn't lead to a damn thing being discovered about the castle. At least, besides some uncertain notes that Sans never thought were worth sharing. Why get people's hopes up?
But what had been accomplished was getting everyone together and talking. Connections had been made. Support systems had been built. Maybe that can happen again for some of the newcomers. He can only hope.
Besides. Maybe this year will be different. Science is all about repetition, after all.
((ooc: Post comments for your characters that can be replied to, and mingle as you see fit! Eat, drink, be merry, have food fights, and try to be sick outside! There are very few people Sans wouldn't have invited. Even if you don't think he would have invited you, you can feel free to have your characters notice the noise and wander inside to see what the fuss is about.))
One morning, he realizes that - give or take a few days - his tally marks now total up one year.
That's...something to think about. And he takes a couple of days to think about it, while he works on a certain project alongside Tauriel. He thinks about everything that's happened in a year. All the people that have come and gone. Some of them haven't gone, though. Thanks to the most seemingly minor circumstances in the world, they're here beside him instead. He's more grateful for that than he would have thought he could be, back then.
After all, that means when he finally decides to put his plan into action, he has Serif and Papyrus to help him spread the world. He has Tauriel to help him pinpoint people he might not have met yet - there really are so many more people around nowadays. And he has Frisk to keep him motivated, even if they don't know exactly how they're doing that. After all, he can't relax too much from this project, because another certain project is always waiting for him. It has been for weeks now, even before the recent chaos.
So once the dust has settled from the mass transforming, more or less everyone in the castle will find themselves receiving a message from a skeleton in a blue hoodie. He speaks it in person if he feels safe to approach. Otherwise, he leaves a note with a date, time, and a brief mention of a plan. The location his invitation points to is the ballroom, with its mirrored floor and its impossibly long buffet tables full of sweets.
On the stated day, at the stated time, everyone will...still have to wait five minutes for Sans to pull himself together after a nap, remember what he's supposed to be doing, and suddenly appear inside the room, still in the process of hastily smoothing out his badly rumbled, wrinkled notecards. It had taken him literal hours to dig these up out of the mess his lab has become.
"so, uh, yeah," he says, looking from the assembled residents to the cards and back again. He has to learn in and squint to read his own faded handwriting. "should probably explain what you're all doing here. so. i'm sure you've all noticed that this castle has got some weird things going on, above and beyond the whole, uh...stealing us from across time and space thing. i'm also assuming that most of you want to go home and won't mind helping me figure out a way to get us there." He gestures at the table. "to do that, i'm gonna need to start testing some of these theories. guesswork is fun, but it doesn't get us anywhere. timing how long it takes this place to reset something seems like a good start. and so this particular experiment runs as cleanly as possible, uh...i'm gonna need your help eating everything on that table. like, all of it. just don't choke on any shiny bits."
Message delivered, Sans crams the notecards back in his pocket, and spreads his arms in silent indication for everyone to dig in.
Those castle residents who were here last year might have reason to be suspicious. Might even have reason to call this entire plan a lie. After all, they know that trying to eat everything on these tables ultimately didn't lead to a damn thing being discovered about the castle. At least, besides some uncertain notes that Sans never thought were worth sharing. Why get people's hopes up?
But what had been accomplished was getting everyone together and talking. Connections had been made. Support systems had been built. Maybe that can happen again for some of the newcomers. He can only hope.
Besides. Maybe this year will be different. Science is all about repetition, after all.
((ooc: Post comments for your characters that can be replied to, and mingle as you see fit! Eat, drink, be merry, have food fights, and try to be sick outside! There are very few people Sans wouldn't have invited. Even if you don't think he would have invited you, you can feel free to have your characters notice the noise and wander inside to see what the fuss is about.))
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They visibly hesitate. A hand goes up to press against their chest, right where their SOUL usually came out.
"...I don't think so. I don't...I couldn't...reach. Anybody. I don't--I think I was just too mad. My SOUL was on fire too." It's like their rage blocked their SOUL and their ACTs. But they don't want to say that, it sounds too much like an excuse.
Yeah. They do need to FIGHT. Like Asgore. Did Chara FIGHT him too? Did Flowey even exist--?
Gonna fix it.
That slams their thoughts to a halt. And feels like they'd got a cold knife in the chest.
"...Yeah. Gonna. Don't...worry."
apparently rock is very super effective agains that type
Ohhhhh no.
They messed up, didn't they? The other Frisk is hard to read (is this what it's like to talk to them?) but... the way they pull their hands in isn't good, they don't think. There's the thought that next time they die, if that happens... but Chara hasn't saved here yet. Maybe they aren't able to. Maybe it's connected to whatever stopped the other Frisk from SAVEing the other way.
Maybe you should start explaining what you mean by 'SAVE.' Later, later! This is more important.
"I mean, um." They're not sure what to say, why this reaction occured. They were planning to make it up to him some way anyway, right? Isn't that fixing things between them? It's awkward to apologize, when the other Frisk just brushes it off, and they're not entirely sure what they're apologizing for, but they still duck Chara's head, mouth thinning.
"Sorry. ...I'm not worried."
Well, they are now a little bit, but for different reasons.
LAUGHS
Frisk blinks at other Frisk. In Chara's body, it hits them again, properly. It's weird--it's kind of dark, and Chara's Frisk-shaped enough that they can be mistook for the other, if you're not looking too close.
"You don't...don't worry. Wait, I jus'--" They sigh and shake their head at their own words. "--You don't gotta be. Sorry or worried. 'S okay." It's not this Frisk-and-Chara's problem. They do need to fix it, or at least help Asriel with it, and they will. It's not anyone's fault they have some bitterness in the back of their throat about it.
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(And when they came back, one mistake had undone it all.)
Chara's fingers squeeze the windowsill.
"Doesn't look okay," they observe, pressing ever so slightly, voice soft enough to match their not-twin's. They tug Chara's sleeves over their hands, one by one, twisting their fingers in the ragged cloth and looking down at them.
They let the words stand and the silence suck like a vacuum; draw the distress out like poison, maybe. It's up to the other them if they want to elaborate, but Frisk really would like to know what they did wrong. They don't want to do it again. They don't understand, and it bothers them.
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Adding in this Frisk's extra-strong attachment to an Asriel, they don't want to go into their own issues involving him. Especially since this Frisk probably contributed to their Underground's problems and Chara having to fix them (probably? or things to FIGHT. one or the other) and might make them feel worse.
They rehash what they've already said. "It is. Okay as it's gonna be for right now," they say firmly. "Feel bad about being mean, but I'm gonna fix it, and then it'll be more okay. It'll just take some time."
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"Okay."
They turn Chara's head towards the window, look out towards the very last rays of sun, swing their legs a little more, and then jump down. They feel a bit... well not better exactly, but more on an even keel.
"D'you want to finish the cake castle?"
A genuine, open offer, said as if the last bit hadn't happened at all.
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(They know themselves well enough to know that their own response might not've been the most satisfying, but they're going to avoid the real issue. It's not as important as Asriel, anyway.)
They perk up a little, hand finally dropping to their side. "Yeah! I mean--if you do. You don't gotta."
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"Yeah, but I wanna. Wouldn't have asked if I didn't." Just a little bit of cheerful teasing in the tone. They stop themself from sticking out their tongue; a habit picked up from their brother. "D'you think there's still enough cake t'get it twice as tall as us?" Or maybe even to the ceiling. It'll be a fun distraction again, probably something they both need right now.
They start walking back towards the party, turning back to see if the other's following.
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"...'Kay."
They make a slightly exaggerated thinking pose. "Might be. There is a lot there, 's why there's a whole party of people to use it up." And they do follow as soon as they break it. "No way to know if we don't look an' try," they add, sing-song.
sorry for slow : (
They skip a little as they enter the doorway, stretching their arms over their head. "Mmm, we're determined to find out!"
The cake's still mostly intact where the two left it, some people having taking one or two pieces out, presumably to eat. Frisk patters over to it and with a closed-eye smile at the other Frisk starts picking up where they left off.