Boom! The World Can Be Awesome [mingle | event]

[dustless]

The air is hot, the atmosphere heavy. Soon as the sun sets, the whole castle feels like a storm is ready to break.

It won't be a surprise to many, then, when there's an explosion of sound once the sky is dark, and blinding flashes through the sky.

And then more, and then more, and they're all sorts of colors...and as it turns out, it isn't lightning at all, it's fireworks. Flying from beneath the castle to explode high. Dropping from above the castle to burst just below the Edge where anyone who gathers can nearly touch them if they dare to get close enough to risk a fall. Some from the sides in a way that should be impossible--there's only clouds in every direction, isn't there?

It's not only the sky; here and there are piles of the stuff on the flat-topped towers, littering the grass along the Edge, with tinder and matches where anyone can reach. Simple little sparklers and poppers, too, for those who can't or won't risk anything larger.

 

[🎇]

It ends when the horizon begins to lighten...but the fireworks people can use on their own are still strewn about.

The sky sears again the next night, just as loud and bright if not moreso.

And the next, and the next, and the next...



//For a week, which irl will be from about July 23rd to July 30th, there'll be fireworks lighting the sky every night! Here's the post to have your characters hang out and enjoy them together! Or not.

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[dustless]

The first night, Frisk will be found sitting on some of the highest towers, watching the night light up.

The rest, they could be anywhere--but most likely around the Edge, twisting a lit sparkler between their fingers.

(...there might be some tiny burn marks on their fingers they're disregarding, back from the earlier hours of the night when they tried some tricks.)

[sansational]

Normally, Sans takes some pleasure from trying new and creative ways to spook Frisk with his appearances. Nowadays...much less so. They're high up. He doesn't want to contribute any little bit to seeing them fall.

So he gives it a second for the feeling of displaced air to settle, and then lets his slippers thwap against the shingles of the roof as he walks over and flops on down.

"so. this is nice. i mean, kinda makes sleeping not be a thing. but this place has thrown worse reasons to not sleep at us before."

[dustless]

Sans!

Frisk wastes no time before scooting over close, enough that they're just barely touching. He can move away if he wants, or he can lean on them if he wants to too. (For a heartbeat they'd thought about flopping against him, but that might be rude and painful for the both of them.)

"We can sleep during the day. If they're...off by then." They twitch a shoulder. They're grinning, but they've got a tiny fold between their eyebrows too--they hadn't thought of that.

[sansational]

Sans is absolutely not going to move away. He brightens noticeably at the enthusiastic reaction, and while he wouldn't mind Frisk leaning on him...well, his nap was interrupted by the noise. He'll lean on them, instead.

"i dunno. just because i've given up all hope of having a sleep schedule doesn't mean it should be too late for you."

...but he doesn't see what other options they've got. Maybe taking some time during the day to stop and rest would be good for the kid.

Now that he's comfortable, Sans takes another look up at the sky. The fireworks really do look better, from up here.

"...what's the occasion? do you know?"

[dustless]

"I already take naps! ...Sometimes." It's the truth! Sometimes parts of the garden and soft seats by tower windows are comfy enough to just doze in.

Sans leans, and Frisk wraps their arm around him in a half-hug they forget to break off after a minute. There's no reason for unpleasantness right now.

He'll be able to feel their shrug more than see it. "No. But it's pretty. And just pretty, I think." Nothing seems to be happening where the sparks landed--they checked, just in case.

[collectyourfriends]

Frisk has found a telescope, and they're on the Edge, trying to see where the it's all coming from.

High on a tower behind them, above them, Sparks roars his challenge and strikes every firework he can.

[oldmantiger]

"Hey, a telescope!"

He'd been looking for one of those, but had eventually decided to just head outside before the show stopped. Kotetsu jogs on over to join Frisk, only flinching a little bit when Sparks lets off another thunderbolt. Even so, he looks back at the...creature...and waves instead, before turning back to The Other Frisk and offering them a smile.

"Enjoying the show?"

[collectyourfriends]

Sparks doesn't care enough to even notice.

"I'm using it right now," they say, glancing up just enough to be sure they don't know whoever-this-is. They certainly didn't recognize the voice, but they hide enough to acknowledge that they might've just forgotten.

Grunt, half-nod. Sure.

[antitemporal]

Serif is...trying to be okay with this. It's not like this is his first thunderstorm! Or even his tenth, by now. But it's still big and loud and even brighter than usual. He prefers to be inside when the storms come rumbling over the castle.

But people are outside watching, especially that first night. This is clearly something worth watching. And so he's going to give getting over this old fear one more honest try.

So he creeps outside, covered with a blanket. Then sits right there on the path in front of the castle and stares up at the kaleidoscope sky, almost like he's challenging it.

[voidster]

To be joined not too long after by someone else, who was already outside watching. He's changed, it seems. He's no longer slow old goop, molded into an uncanny skeleton-like form. He's a real skeleton again, moving in a perfectly normal way, wearing clothing, and choosing to sit near Serif quietly.

He won't be the one to 'speak up' first, probably.

[antitemporal]

Serif doesn't notice Gaster, not at first, which is definitely a sign of how distressed he is. He just keeps staring up at the sky, rattling faintly...

...until the booms and crashes come just a bit too quickly in sequence, one right after the other, and his nerves fail him entirely. He gets up and turns to hurry back into the castle...

...where he sees Gaster sitting there, to his mind all of a sudden. Not a familiar Gaster, either. He's so frazzled that he doesn't think to check this monster's soul. Instead all he sees is that this isn't the one he's come to know and actually be quite a bit fond of. And maybe that means he's a bad one.

Serif has had enough. Papyrus isn't out here to comfort him, and so he sits down heavily on the ground again and bursts into frightened, agitated tears.

[voidster]

It's good to have strong, solid bones again. He no longer has to concentrate on every single movement, force his mold of otherworldly putty to press down against the ground and lift him up as he walks, keeping each leg solid and holding his weight with every step. Now he just hurries to Serif's side, as quick and nimble as anyone would be. He isn't even thinking about it. His son is crying, suddenly and for no apparent reason, and so nothing would keep him away.

"💧☜☼✋☞✍" And listen, now he can speak too, pronouncing words that sound like perfect English to him and to other skeletons. Like Serif. He doesn't have a bad voice at all. Kneeling in front of the boy, concerned, he continues. "⌖🕈☟✌❄ ✋💧 ✋❄✍"

It's still him, despite the new look. Same cracked soul, held together impossibly when it should have burst and become dust years ago.