with scarves of red tied 'round their throats

[skelepun]

Who: Sans + lots of people + YOU
When: Throughout March
Where: Around the Moira, not so much planetside
What: Catchall for march + come get drunk with a skeleton
Warnings: Alcoholism, probably some general nihilism bullshit. it's sans, so, y'know.



(( if you would like a top level, please let me know via PM or contacting me on plurk at safelybeds ))

Comments

closed to ryan

[skelepun]

[A lot's been going on lately. Every time Sans expects him to have a nice relaxing month with nice, relaxing sky whales, reality seems to have other plans.

These nights were semi-common back home, but Sans was getting better and better at ignoring them. Not having any outlet to vent his concerns meant swallowing them whole, more often than not. It's preferable to the alternative, and sleeping through those peaks of existential discomfort was a tried and true method to avoid them.

Unfortunately, sleep wasn't coming. Maybe some fresh air would do him good.

Sans hefted up out of his bunk, moving as quietly as he could for the door.]

[averagemedium]

Rough night, huh?

[He keeps his voice low to avoid waking anyone else in the room, but Ryan doesn't actually roll over and sit up until after that quiet callout. Having a sixth sense does have its benefits, sometimes.

Ryan rubs at his face and reaches for his glasses, stifling a yawn.]

I'm getting a little sick of staring at the ceiling too, honestly, so if you don't mind company...

[Well, hopefully he doesn't, because Ryan has every intention of tagging along anyway. He's well aware how easy it is to just run circles in your own thoughts at times like this, when everything else is quiet.]

[skelepun]

[The voice isn't entirely a surprise, but it's enough of one that Sans jumps. Sharing a room with three other people had its perks (usually someone else was willing to clean up after you) and it's pitfalls (...this). That said, Sans' doesn't appear to mind.]

Heeey, bud. [He turns from the door, rubbing at his eye socket and feeling a little caught.] Sure, why not. C'mon, I was just headed to the observatory.

15 days late with starbucks

[averagemedium]

[That gets a small grin out of him, and Ryan takes only a few moments to roll out of bed and join him-- he stops to pull on a pair of socks he'd knitted for himself, but doesn't bother with shoes. It's late, why should he?]

Thanks. I don't mean to butt in or anything, really-- I'm just going to go a little nuts lying there thinking at myself, you know?

[Ryan keeps his voice down until he's stepped out into the hall, and even then it's a little hushed, just in case. He's not very good at letting silences hang, even if there's a destination in mind, and a quiet trip is definitely not in the cards.]

So, uh. Just insomnia, or something eating you?

shhhhhh same here

[skelepun]

You're not butting in. To be honest, I'm glad you assed. Heh. [Sans ran a hand over his skull, looking more pleased than displeased about his sudden company. It's being alone that was the real problem, after all.]

Just insomnia. [A lie, but a very convenient one.] Stranger things have happened, I guess.

How 'bout you? Same question.

[averagemedium]

[The joke startles a short laugh out of him, one that he quickly stifles as he glances guiltily around. Right. Trying to be quiet, here.]

Same, I think. Just- thinking in circles, couldn't get to sleep.

[He pauses long enough to exhale a heavy sigh, shaking his head.]

Maybe I'm just bored, I don't know. Not like I don't have enough work to do, but it's just... it's not anything like the place I came here from, you know?

[skelepun]

Yeah? [Sans guides them both out of the room, opting for manual transportation (read: walking). Warping required a destination, and Sans is feeling a little too aimless to think of one.] Wanna share with the class?

[averagemedium]

Well, for starters, "not anything like it" isn't really right. I mean, I came here from another ship, not home, it's just that that's where the similarities end.

[He folds his arms, eyes focused ahead of him as he ambles after Sans.]

Similar situation, except that crew was much more organized. We had a job to do. Clearer goals. And if you weren't meeting them, they'd sure let you know. This kind of contract isn't something I really know what to do with after all of that, I just... got pretty used to higher stakes, I guess.

[skelepun]

Hm.

[Sans comes to a fork in their path, picking a direction at random. Sense of direction isn't one of his strong suits, particularly with how little time he spent truly exploring the halls of the ship.]

Hope you don't see it as an insult, pal, but aren't lower stakes a lot easier to handle? Unless you're an adrenaline junkie, or something, I don't judge.

[averagemedium]

Here, this way-

[Ryan gestures left, continuing onward after a brief pause-- he's spent some time learning the layout, and even if he doesn't have it memorized, he knows where the observation deck is.]

And it's more like... after you've spent a while at risk, it's hard to adjust to being apparently safe, yeah? I'm used to having missions, orders. A team to keep up with.