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. 

((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!))

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[antitemporal]

He nods at her in acknowledgement of the introduction, but makes no move to introduce himself. She hasn't asked, and so he assumes that she doesn't care. Or that she knows already. Most of the people who are around him on a daily basis know what he is, after all.

"what did he say it would help with?" He probably shouldn't ask. It probably doesn't matter. Such information isn't often offered to him, beyond the fact that this test is "necessary" or this procedure will "help". But if she's willing to offer the information, and she doesn't look strong enough to punish him if he steps out of line...

...in a way, he's half-human, too. Maybe she's a new experiment.

[lostlegacy]

She shrugs a little. "Going home." She's not really clear on the details.

"He wants to find out what happens when all the candy is gone."

[antitemporal]

"oh." He looks thoughtfully at the table full of sweets, and picks up a cinnamon roll. At least this seems like an experiment everyone is involved in. He doesn't think he could eat all of this on his own, no matter who told him to. "that's good. i need to get back."

He can't quite shove the entire cinnamon roll into his mouth, but he tries, and ends up closing his teeth on a diamond necklace. Sans-Serif hastily claps his hands over his mouth with a yelp, dropping it to the floor.

[lostlegacy]

Sophie's eyes widen. "Are you okay?" She leans in, trying to see what happened. "Did you bite a jewel?"

[antitemporal]

As Sans-Serif risks taking his hands away, she'll have her answer at the sight of the fine chain dangling out of his mouth. Carefully, cautiously, he opens his jaw and eases the rest of it out, holding the trinket up warily at a safe arm's length.

"i don't know. is this a jewel?"

[lostlegacy]

"Yeah. They're in the food sometimes." She peers even closer. "Are your teeth okay?"

[antitemporal]

The upside of having no skin is that it's pretty easy to feel around his own teeth. Sans-Serif tentatively moves his fingerbones around where the pain is coming from, and immediately muffles another yelp, screwing his eyesockets shut.

He shakes his head carefully, and indeed, one of his teeth looks to have had a small chip taken out of it by the diamond.

"why are they in the food?" Even he can see that's a ridiculous idea.

[lostlegacy]

"I dunno." It's a pretty ridiculous idea if you ask her, too.

She straightens up when she sees that chip out of his tooth. That doesn't look good. At least there's an easy way to sort that out.

"Let's go see Tauriel. She knows how to heal. I bet she can fix your tooth."

She's already patched up Sophie's scrapes and bruises on several occasions, so this should totally be no problem.

[antitemporal]

He nods, rather than risk speaking again. Sans-Serif starts to hold out his hand for Sophie to take...and then he takes another look at her, and lowers it back to his side instead. She's pretty obviously not someone in charge. So it's probably okay if he just follows her instead. He keeps a hand pressed defensively over the side of his skull as he walks. Amazing how such a small pain can seem so sharp, especially after everything he's lived through.

[lostlegacy]

She's kinda glad he doesn't want to hold her hand after all. It's okay when it's Gee Girl, because Gee Girl holds hands with everybody, but that would've been kinda weird.

Tauriel is really nice about looking after this new kid, and she leaves right away. Sophie tries talking to the kid a bit, but it looks like his tooth really hurts, so she stops after a while.

When Tauriel comes back, she does that really cool healing thing she does, and fixes up his tooth as good as new. She looks pretty surprised at that for some reason, but Sophie doesn't bother to think about it. There are more sweets to be eaten.

"Let's go get some more," she says to the new kid.

[antitemporal]

"i don't know..." Sans-Serif is still somewhat engrossed in checking over his new tooth. He seems genuinely startled to find that there's no pain there. He's used to getting healed quickly, of course. Just not like that. "maybe we aren't supposed to eat it." Or at least, that's the only conclusion he can come to, from the fact that the food was trapped.

[lostlegacy]

She thinks about that for a moment, then shrugged. "It's okay if we're careful. I've eaten it lots before."

Just never this much at once. Not even Gee Girl lets her get away with that.