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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[sansational]

"it's a long story. and, uh, probably a different one depending on which sans you ask." He nods at Sans-Serif where he's still creeping about as evidence of this much. "suffice it to say...time and space just kind of make sure it ends up that way?" Which is probably not an acceptable or helpful answer at all. But it's also not a dishonest one. "mostly, it all comes back to gaster." And he's still out of practice at even explaining or being able to explain Gaster witout being forcibly erased from time and space along with him.

"anyone else...hm." Sans taps his pen thoughtfully against his skull. He actually has to think more about this particular question than he might have bothered to do so before meeting Frisk. "a tiny yellow flower?" He sincerely hopes that Mettaton has never met Flowey. No one deserves to have Flowey inflicted on them. "papyrus had a sense of them, maybe? so did undyne. hell, you've probably noticed them, too. ever get a really intense deja vu? like you've lived the same few days over and over again? it's because you did. we all did. but hey." Because the alternative is showing his own hopelessness, Sans offers Mettaton a hopeful sort of smile. "at least those are over with, for you. frisk won't reset on you guys."

They'd promised. And Sans believes them.

[mediadarling]

Mettaton's lips press together at the mention of "a tiny yellow flower." Frisk goes to visit Flowey fairly often, always with someone keeping an eye on them. He had been that monster once. Once.

As for that sense of deja vu...come to think of it, sometimes he used to lose track of whether he'd recorded episodes of his shows or if they'd already aired. Sometimes he'd forget what day it was--hadn't they already had a Tuesday that week? He had always written it off as the pressures of stardom, but maybe....

He shakes his head a little and returns Sans' smile. "That's right, darling. They promised they won't ever reset again--we're all having far too much of a wonderful time for that."