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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[systematicsupport]

S-4 really is impressed by the number of people Sans knows. He's glad this version of his brother has made so many friends. The only problem is he's a little too nervous to puzzle out how to go about socializing. What can he say to them? What do they have in common with him? Will he say something weird? Will he scare them?

He's making himself dizzy with all those thoughts when he suddenly collides with someone. He lets out a gasp, eyelights flaring as he takes a quick step back, and his fingerbones tremble against his plate with fear, before he looks down at the stranger and relaxes slightly. Another human child. They seem to be harmless, and besides that, they aren't scared by his appearance. S-4 wonders why that is before he hears mention of Frisk. That brings a smile to his face. Of course Frisk would consider them friends. They had been so nice to him... he's glad they want to be friends as badly as he does.

He tries to set aside that warm fuzzy feeling for now, but he still looks a lot less nervous and a lot more friendly as he bends down slightly to talk to the child.

"Yes, that's right. Hello. Um... I'm Sans-Serif Support System. You can just call me S-4."

[lovetheme]

The tense initial reaction had been just a little concerning, admittedly, but the tall skeleton seems to relax quite a lot as soon as Frisk is mentioned. If that doesn't confirm a friendship with Frisk all by itself, Lucas isn't sure what would--but the verbal confirmation helps too, as S-4 goes on to say just that. Lucas himself brightens faintly at this prospect, though curiosity is still a dominating expression--especially when S-4 actually introduces himself. Oh...Sans-Serif Support? Sans-Serif...like--Sans?

But, right. Names. "Okay. I'm--Lucas. Just Lucas." Though his own name sounds almost comically anticlimactic, after the mouthful S-4's seems to be. Still...to make up for the rather sheepish introduction, Lucas extends a hand for a handshake too. Politeness and all. "It's very nice to meet you, S-4. ...I guess you must know Sans, too?"

[systematicsupport]

The confusion and curiosity is pretty easy to see in Lucas's expression, and S-4 struggles to keep smiling. He had a feeling he was a little bit odd in comparison to the other inhabitants of the castle, but he still can't help but feel bad when someone reacts in a way that seems negative. At least it doesn't seem like Lucas knows a different version of him, so he can't disappoint him in that way.

"It's nice to meet you too. Um..."

Handshakes. Right. The thing he had to do with some of the scientists. S-4 carefully takes the child's hand and gives it a shake.

"Oh! Yes, of course I know him. Sans is my brother!"

Or... sort of his brother. It's complicated, but S-4 probably shouldn't get into it.