Look at me still talking when there's science to do (Open Post)

[sansational]

Sans is starting to get a handle on this place. Perhaps more to the point, and more potentially useful, is that he's started to get a handle on its inhabitants. There are a few that he keeps a personal eye on on a semi-regular basis, even if they don't always know it. The rest, he's just made note of their passage and their movements. It's all for professional purposes, of course.

And that means that, when he's finally ready to do so, Sans can make contact with every person currently in the castle, either in-person if he knows them by name or by leaving a note somewhere they'll see it if he doesn't yet. Whether by spoken or written word, the message is nevertheless always the same. It's a request to meet him in the ballroom with the cakes table at a certain time and place. From his observations, it seems to be one of the more stable rooms in the castle, so everyone should be able to find it. 

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 notecards. 

"so, uh, yeah," he says, looking from the assembled residents to the cards and back again. "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. 

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[mediadarling]

"Mm, you raise a good point."

After a pause, he joins Neil on the floor, sitting beside him with one knee bent and his other leg stretched out straight in front of him.

"I hope by now someone's told you that honesty in relationships is absolutely vital. Having a year left to live is not the sort of thing you want to be hiding from your partner. Trust me on this--I'm the star of a relationship advice show. I know what I'm talking about, darling."

[dr_awesome]

"Realationships?"

That's enough to make him laugh, but there's still a slight hint of bitterness in it.

"Nah, I'm not talking about a romantic partner. She's my coworker. I mean, we've known each other since high school, but we aren't particularly close or anything. So that's why I didn't tell her."

[mediadarling]

He hears that bitterness and he shakes his head. Neil here is only fooling himself, it seems.

"And that's precisely why you aren't close."

[dr_awesome]

"Yeah, well. Not much of a point getting close to anyone when you're in a situation like I am. Uh, my job involves being surrounded by death, so."

[mediadarling]

"Oh, no no no. That's precisely why seizing life with both hands is so important. Blaze out brightly like a star, darling--don't fizzle away."

He'd strike a pose, but it's a bit hard to manage when you're sitting next to a perfect stranger in a drafty hallway and having a heart-to-heart about imminent death.

[dr_awesome]

"You're... pretty optimistic about this. Sometimes you've really got no choice but to fizzle out. I hate to break it to you, but humans aren't all that special. I have a job because most of us don't go about seizing the moment while we can."

He shrugs.

"Frankly, there's no real point in even talking about this."

[mediadarling]

"Mm, I can't say I agree with you there. I have quite a few human fans these days, and each and every one I've met has been wonderful."

But he shrugs as well. "Regardless, suit yourself, darling. I take it you'd prefer I didn't spread this around?"

[dr_awesome]

"We'll have to agree to disagree... but uh, yeah, it's kind of something I want on the down low."

One side of his mouth crooks up in a half smile.

"...Thanks."

[mediadarling]

"Not a problem, sweetheart. Of course...." He gives him an unusually serious look. "If you take a serious turn for the worse, I'm going to have to tell our resident healer about this. I'm not interested in having a life on my hands."

[dr_awesome]

"That's not going to happen."

At least, it isn't going to happen where people will see. Watts is doing his best to be sure of that.

[mediadarling]

"If you say so, beautiful." Somehow, he's not convinced.

A beat, and then he pushes off the wall to stand. "So, now we can either return to the cavity-fest Sans calls a party, or I can give you a tour of the place. Your choice, sweetheart."