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//Everyone seemed down for it! Any thoughts or questions can go here~

The air sharpens and chills, frost crawling from the top of the tallest towers and branches to creep along the castle grounds. The trees with leaves quickly fall bare; the sky bubbles with clouds not long before they start sprinkling snowflakes over it all. Winter has finally settled in.

It's not all iciness and faded colors--in fact, it's quite the opposite. While outside is snowy, sparkling winter, inside changed to match. Most of the rooms alone can't keep out the cold, but fireplace after fireplace spring up to crackle merrily and invitingly. Someone (or something) set a mood for celebration, decking the halls with evergreen branches and baubles, glimmering ribbons and candles, color and cheer! And the kitchens have feasts to match, any sort of roast and pie one could hope for, paired with mashed potatoes and puddings and cookies and drinks.

Even the halls ring with celebration. In the distance, voices are caroling their hearts out. It's a pity they always seem to be moving too far away to meet.

All this will greet the castle denizens when they wake up in the morning...as well as changes to themselves.

Not that they'll always know. The child who will one day be Frisk certainly doesn't.

All they know is that it's cold, and Mama--who just cut their hair for reasons they don't understand--is nowhere to be seen.



...There's doorways inside, but they make themselves heard long before they get all the way to the big walls. They've got a toy firetruck in their hands with tons of buttons, and they slam their fingers on them to make the siren go off.

WEE-OO WEE-OO WEEE-OOO! Mama's gonna hear that no matter where she is, and they don't even need to open their mouth.
 
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From: [personal profile] silvermists
What's that sound?!?!

It's like nothing he has ever heard before in his (short) life and it draws him in like a moth to a flame. What kind of freakish monster makes a noise like that instead of a perfectly good roar?

There's a boy down the hall peeking around the corner in case the weird monster charges, as they tend to do. It'll buy him enough time to throw spells its way. He looks about eight, or perhaps a smallish ten or eleven. (In truth, he's less than six months old, living in a place where the light never dims and keeping track of time is hard. He doesn't have a clue.)

No monster. Just a small, unfamiliar person?? All the genomes look alike, except for him, and that's obviously not Garland. The person doesn't have a furry tail either, like all the fleshy people who don't look like Garland do. How bizarre.

So. He's in a strange new building, he has no memory of being brought here, and there's a new experiment down the hall wailing at him... what is going on?

oh wait I have one??

Date: 2018-01-08 01:08 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] silvermists
Too bad for them that he scampers out right into their path. Have to know what that thing they're carrying is. It's weird and fascinating, and there hasn't been much of that in his life.

He has a fuzzy fluffy silver monkey's tail that matches his hair perfectly, swishing behind him and long enough to brush the floor. If it's fake, it's sure moving in a very realistic way.

"...you have a noise machine."

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Date: 2018-02-03 08:15 pm (UTC)
havesomefun: Jack, neatly walking along a power line and turning it to ice behind him (Default)
From: [personal profile] havesomefun
One such change to one particular denizen is that he's back in the castle at all.

...well, that's not so bad. At least now he knows it's not forever. And a quick fly around the place has shown him that there's more kids that need looking after than ever. Like this one! Jack's first reflexive thought from twenty feet off the ground as he hears the sirens go off is alarm, because he's lived long enough to come to associate sirens with alarming things. Then he catches himself - last time he checked, the castle didn't really have anything capable in and of itself of making that kind of noise.

Then he floats down enough to see what the ruckus is about and smiles to himself. Ah. And then he's mildly ashamed of himself that he, Guardian of Fun, couldn't recognize an obnoxiously noisy toy when he heard one.

"Nice truck," he says, floating down to the kid in a languid sort of sitting position.

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Date: 2018-02-04 10:47 am (UTC)
havesomefun: Jack, in a rare moment of being both seated and on the ground (Talk to me)
From: [personal profile] havesomefun
Jack offers them a cheerful wave, smiling a bit broader. He's still not used to the rush he gets whenever kids look directly at him - especially when they look at him as intently as that. Maybe he never will, and maybe that's not a bad thing.

He leans a bit closer, tilting his head to examine the toy, and subconsciously nods his approval. It's a nice truck, big and shiny and loud. He catches himself thinking that North would be proud of this truck - even the missing rubber is a sign that it's been played with, after all.

"Where'd you get it? Late Christmas present?"

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Date: 2018-02-03 08:19 pm (UTC)
oldmantiger: Kotetsu as a child, holding a young Barnaby and looking hesitant about taking care of him ([Kid] Uncertain and hesitant)
From: [personal profile] oldmantiger
A year has passed since the last time the castle took on this particular festive mood, and so that means that this child appears a year older than he did last year. A lot can happen in a year, and so he's...calmer than he was. Less fragile. Stuff has happened. He has hope that he didn't before.

So even if he's scared to have suddenly found himself here in this strange castle, even if he's obviously been kidnapped by villains, this child refuses to give up and cower! He runs instead from hallway to hallway, chasing carolers and checking on people.

So when he hears the sirens, he makes a sprinting beeline for them, thinking that they must be a real firetruck come to find them. Needless to say, he's a little disappointed when he comes upon a littler kid standing and holding a whirring, screaming toy.

"...oh."

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Date: 2018-02-05 07:03 pm (UTC)
oldmantiger: Kotetsu as a child, glowing from his powers and looking scared of them too ([Kid] When I glow like this)
From: [personal profile] oldmantiger
Well, this escalated...a little quickly. Kotetsu has just enough time to take in the fact that he's looking at a little kid, and then that little kid is crying and glaring at him and this older boy looks panicked because oh god what did he do.

"I-I'm sorry!" he stammers, looking down at his feet, shifting from foot to foot a bit in case he accidentally stepped on something like another of their toys. Seeing nothing, not even after he's checked the bottoms of his shoes, he risks looking up at them again. "Um...I didn't mean to scare you." It's a wild stab in the dark at what might have upset them, but it seems the safest bet at the moment.

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Date: 2018-02-03 08:21 pm (UTC)
sansational: Sans, flailing visibly in shock (Holyshitwhat)
From: [personal profile] sansational
Sans does not technically have ears. Or eardrums. That doesn't mean he appreciates this racket. He supposes he'd probably appreciate it even less were he a tiny babybones, and so is glad that this particulr stunt seems to have passed him over this year.

Of course, being Sans, he set to work seeking out others of his friends who might have been affected. Frisk was about at the top of the list of priorities, so it's not too long into the morning of the first day when he finds them. The sound of the little truck's sirens are the first thing to hit his earholes as he materializes behind them out of a shortcut - Sans claps his hands over them.

"yeow! what the heck, kid?"

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Date: 2018-02-04 10:41 am (UTC)
sansational: Sans shrugging expansively despite the tension of the situation (Shrugging expansively)
From: [personal profile] sansational
It's a very, very good thing that Sans ability to teleport is not entirely a conscious thing. Introducing himself to Frisk's younger self by turning to dust on the spot would not be a terribly good thing to do, even by Sans' standards of making friends. As long as he's aware of danger coming at him - like a big red truck thrown at his face - the instinct can trump simple emotions like shock or nerves.

Unfortunately, unconscious teleportation has a bit of creepiness built into it, making sure he never appears where anyone can see him if at all possible. It's a good defense mechanism, in terms of making sure he's away from whatever danger necessitated the hop in the first place.

But it does mean that, while the child might feel a moment of relief as the scary thing disappears, that will probably only make it even worse when the skeleton speaks up from right behind them again.

"o-kay, then. let me start over. my name is sans. as you can see, i am in fact a skeleton."

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Date: 2018-02-06 12:50 am (UTC)
mettaton_rex: ([ghost] stars in your eyes)
From: [personal profile] mettaton_rex
Sorry, Frisk, but here's another spooky stranger.

He's also been looking for family, or friends, or anyone who can explain where he is and how he got here. He was just at the dump, hoping to find something new for the next fanclub meeting, and now he's - wherever this is. The decorations look familiar, but it can't be Snowdin, there aren't any buildings this big in Snowdin, and it's not the right time of year for anyone else to -

- what the heck is that noise?

He heads toward the sound, passing through the nearest doorway and not the wall so his - companion, he guesses, the little blue boxy machine that's been hovering after him since he got here - can follow. He doesn't know why it's following him, but it seems harmless enough, and he wonders whether it's one of Alphys' inventions. If she's here too... well, that would really only raise more questions, but at least he'd have a friend to ask them with.

And then he sees where the shrieking is coming from, and freezes in mid-air, eyes going wide.

ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod IS THAT -?

Traditionally, ghosts are supposed to go 'ooooooooo...'

Frisk might be surprised to find that this particular ghost goes 'eeeeeeeee!' instead.

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Date: 2018-02-06 10:12 pm (UTC)
mettaton_rex: ([ghost] :D)
From: [personal profile] mettaton_rex
It's a human! A real one! And they're tiny!

...oh, and - backing away nervously. Oops. He might have come on a little strong.

He stays where he is, giving them a warm, hopefully reassuring smile. "Hi there, sweetie! Sorry, I didn't mean to spook you!"

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Date: 2018-02-06 08:30 pm (UTC)
6littlesouls: (a pair of ballet shoes)
From: [personal profile] 6littlesouls
Sound.

Discordant sound, which isn’t the blue SOUL’s preference, but it’s enough to grab its attention. A deep blue glow lights up in one corner of the hall, then another, following Frisk, following the sound. Or sounds, rather- the rhythm of the siren seems to change a little depending on the button being pressed.

The blue SOUL slides forward, ahead of Frisk and their fire truck and then, when one of the sirens starts blaring:

Glinglinglinglinglinglinglingling!

A blue glow diffuses across garlands strung on the ceiling overhead, ringing the little bells decorated throughout in answer to the siren.

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Date: 2018-02-17 02:20 am (UTC)
6littlesouls: (a pair of ballet shoes)
From: [personal profile] 6littlesouls
The blue SOUL has their attention! If it had feet, it'd shuffle them expectantly. As it is, it doesn't even have a pair of ballet shoes left, just something a bit to the left of determination that glows a little brighter in front of an audience.

After a hesitant moment the blue SOUL rings one bell, then another. It takes a bit of time to start chiming out a recognizable tune, however. Music and sound is one thing, playing it is another.

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Date: 2018-02-15 07:56 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] boogerman
In all his long, long life, he's never heard a bird that screamed like that. What the devil--

There's a tall grey-skinned man down the hallway with a drink in one hand and a black staff in the other, blinking golden eyes at the kid... making that noise? How? It hardly even sounds like a living thing's voice.

...oh, it's the bizarre toy they have. Strange that something so colorful makes a hideous creepy noise. Whoever made must have a fascinating mind.

"I love it."

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Date: 2018-02-18 11:37 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] boogerman
Om nom, a little bite sized snack. He grins at them, and his sharpish teeth are sure to only make it worse, right? Well, it can't be helped, he is what he is. He's making some sort of attempt, even crouching down so he's not quite so tall.

"I bet your mother loves it too." It's awful. Imagine that noise in the middle of the night! "Don't worry, I'm not going to take it."

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