[Open] working your fingers to the bones, cause nobody loves you when you're gone

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

Who: Papyrus, Sans, and YOU!
When: March 12th and onwards
Where: Medbay
What: Papyrus had a really bad idea that nearly got himself and Sans killed. Sans put out a call for help. This log is for the general followup/aftermath.
Warnings: Broken bones and hearts, cracked skulls, life draining, will add more if necessary.

((OOC Note: The translator event will affect the skeletons, so anyone tagging in on the 13th will be in for a lively game of charades!))

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[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

Papyrus had quickly fallen unconscious once Toriel started healing him. With the screaming pain in his arm subsiding to a dull throb, Palatino's life-draining effects finally took hold, knocking him out for the rest of the rush to medbay.

He stayed unconscious for the rest of the day and all through the night, and even when he woke up the next morning he was hardly his bright, cheerful self. His arm had been cast and put in a sling to help stabilize his broken clavicle, the pain was back with a vengeance, and this time it cut deeper than the physical.

Papyrus had been visiting Palatino for nearly two months. As soon as he'd heard the story of a monster in captivity, he'd tried to reach out, be a friend. He'd wanted him to feel included, cared about, less alone. And, over time, he thought that care might have blossomed into something more for them both, something deeper and giddy and exciting and scary all at once, but five minutes in the room had been enough to shatter that illusion. Palatino had tried to kill them. He'd gotten a read on his soul, and it was a hungry, bloodthirsty blank.

Definitely not a monster like him. Or Sans.

And that realization, which kept breaking over him the moment he tried to forget, hurt so much worse than the broken bones.

He sat up, wincing, and looked at the person sitting nearby in dull surprise.

"Oh... how long have you been sitting there?"

March 12th

[inruins]

She sits up a bit more when Papyrus takes notice of her, smiling gently back at the younger monster. "Only a short while." She replies gently, even with the magic she gave to Papyrus, it isn't enough to drain the boss monster.

"I hope I'm not disturbing you, dear. I just wanted to check on you."

12th

[pleasereset]

After hearing the emergency call, Asriel wasn't quick enough to try and help. He's not sure if there's anything he could do to help, but by the time everything was over, Papyrus was taken to the medbay.

It wasn't too long before Asriel went straight to the medbay to see if Papyrus was okay. When he found him still asleep, he waited patiently in a nearby chair.

As Papyrus wakes up and starts talking, relief washes over him. No death. Not this time.

"Not very long. How are you feeling, Papyrus?"

12th

[breakin_ur_lore]

They'd brought the skeletons into the medbay shortly after he'd gotten Doc Yewll's message, and he'd done his best to bolster the healing that they'd already received. It was - different; their bodies were, despite appearances, not constructed quite like human or near-human bodies, but Med'an hoped he'd provided them with some relief from the pain, at least.

He gives Papyrus a little smile, also hoping that his bedside manner helps, and shrugs. "About a minute." Holding up his scanner, he adds, "I have to check your vitals."

13th, time 4 confusion

[gainedlove]

Frisk has been by Papyrus's bedside as often as they can, worried and fretful and hurting for the poor skeleton. They've never seen Papyrus hurt like this, and while they know he will recover and be in fit health soon enough, it doesn't make the scare any easier to deal with.

Perched on a chair and leaning forward to rest with arms crossed on a bit of bedside not taken up by Papyrus's lanky body, Frisk blinks and sits up when he pushes himself up and speaks.

...at least, they assume he spoke. What was that sudden racket?

"What'd you say?" Frisk certainly seems to speak, but...there doesn't seem to be any sound coming out.

[knaval]

[sometimes, riptide doesn't like being so big. he kept his distance when he saw the call for help from sans on the network and felt absolutely awful about it - he would've done something if it was a cybertronian asking for help, wouldn't he? most of the time he just feels in the way.

anyway, this isn't about him. riptide, admittedly, still doesn't know papyrus that well, but the guy has the sort of personality you want to be around. he brightens up the room, just by existing. it's rare to find people (skeletons?) like that. it's what trailbreaker was trying to pretend to be.

he doesn't have a lot of energy left, but using a portion on his holoform instead of scaring everyone in the medibay seemed to be the better option.]

You know, technically, I'm actually sitting on my aft in the cargo bay. [the holoform grins, flickering slightly. riptide ignores it.] Buuut I guess about a minute ago.

[Damn He Is Glad his basic assumptions of papyrus not being dead and in the medibay were Correct.]

12th, late night

[bloodbinds]

She wasn't really a part of the medical wing team, even if she worked as a technician. They wanted her to find diverse foods for the people on board the Moira and so medical attention was far out of her league, and she had no healing abilities to speak of that weren't her own. Still, Peter had told her about the skeleton brothers and told her to be cool about it, that they were nice, and she wanted to see what help she could offer, even if it was minimal.

At the very least, she could sit up and monitor his vitals and make certain that a doctor was called if anything was amiss. But how was anyone supposed to really keep an eye on vitals when he was a walking, talking, bony skeleton? It wasn't as if he had blood or a heartbeat...did he?

So Papyrus would find her sitting there, simply watching, an unknown face to him. "Not long. I was just...making sure you were okay." A ton of visitors had been in earlier, on and off, for Sans and him. It wasn't so shocking considering what supposedly happened. "You feeling okay?"

12th because Sans told him to

[redshitlord]

Okay, so finding out where the medical bay was had been the first step in doing this. The scared guy on the other end of the text made it sound like a great idea to poke his head in and check up on this mysterious injured 'brother'. Man, that word -- it had to mean something different for humans, but all he could think of when he heard it was Steeljaw's stupid smug voice.

He doesn't even realize he's in the right area, he's too busy trying to duck into the doorway. By crawling. Of course this means bashing his head against the doorframe a few times, and yelping as a result.

The poor surprised skeleton goes temporarily unnoticed, while he tries to finish easing his legs in through the door behind him.

March 13th because I love chaos

[dragonspride]

It's an odd hour anyway, really, and probably not the best introduction to a fellow monster; but Kain's heard Papyrus mentioned by Toriel, and working as a guard on the Ingress means it's hard not to notice names and people in the medbay in passing.

And if Papyrus is one of Toriel's people, then looking out for the skeleton is something Kain is going to take as a responsibility of his own.

.......Even if the broken communication system means he doesn't understand a single thing the skeleton is saying, leading to a blank look with brief hints of "Man I'm an idiot" before Kain shrugs, and almost tries to mime a span of time on a clock on the MID's time readout before shooting the device a dirty look for being digital and not showing analog hands.

If the gesture made any sense at all it wasn't a very big arc of time.

[swaddledog]

Papyrus's unconsciousness was a welcome state while it lasted. It allowed Furiosa the time of quiet contemplation, such as why she was sitting and visiting someone she had never met. She shouldn't actually care at all, but she had been drawn to the medibay by Sans's worry. Furiosa has seen Papyrus, mainly from his messages on the MID, but they had never spoken. She figures, somewhat, she should at least meet the other skeleton on board.

She worries she might be getting attached.

Furiosa unfolds her hands as Papyrus sits up, placing her metal claw of a hand on the edge of the bed. She doesn't make a move to touch him, feeling awkward, and she straightens up a little bit.

"Probably an hour." She realizes, after a moment, that she had admitted to sitting there and watching him sleep. "...We haven't met, but I know your brother. My name is Furiosa."

late evening on 12th

[gentlemenpreferblondes]

When J first found out about the skeleton brothers getting trouble she hadn't planned on coming and visiting them at the medbay, as it was their own fucking fault for getting into trouble like that. But then Sans had managed to talk to her and change her mind about it-- after all it wasn't like she didn't care about their well being of feel worry for them. In fact, she worried for them a bit too much for her liking.

"Not for long," J answers to the skeleton as he finally wakes up. She straightens her back and crosses her legs on the chair next to his bed.

"So, I heard you got roughed up. Care to tell me more about it?"

March 12

[neveroutwrenched]

Ratchet closes the book he's flipping through, and looks up. He frowns at Papyrus' obvious discomfort, that bright cheeriness that was so second-nature, now dulled. And he can't blame him, after what Sans had told him. Ratchet forces a smile, trying to fill that void for the both of them.

"Oh, hey. Yeah. I- haven't been here too long." He stands up, edging closer to Papyrus' side, the book held tightly in both hands at his chest. "I brought you something. I mean...I know it's probably not quite your age demographic but, you know. Options are pretty limited here and...I thought you'd get more use out of it stuck in here than me."

He shrugs nervously, placing the book on the bed next to Papyrus. It's more the sentiment he's shooting for than an actual valid gift.

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[skelepun]

The crack in his skull was barely a scrape by most standards, not even enough to stagger most people. For Sans, it was life threatening, and even now that it was healed a faint sliver of light colored bone showed plainly just how close Sans had come to yet another "vacation."

And all for something so... well, Sans refused to dwell on it, not when his brother was still laid up and recovering.

That's where anyone could find him, leaning next to Papyrus' bed in the med bay and flipping through magazines without actually reading a word. Any visitors are awarded with an immediate once over.

"If you want to see Pap, he's still asleep."

12th

[pleasereset]

Everything had happened so fast. It was only a little while ago that Asriel "met" Papyrus' friend, Palatino, and vowed to help save the monster that was sealed away. The next thing Asriel knew, there was a panicked phone call from Sans. Asriel's still not sure what's going on, but while he wasn't there in time to help, he did head to medbay instead.

When he reaches Papyrus, Sans is there to great him first. Asriel pauses in his steps, not entirely sure how to proceed.

He's never seen Sans in that much rough shape before. Asriel's words come out a little awkwardly.

"Oh um... I'll be quiet, so I don't wake him."

sorry about the goat - March 12th

[inruins]

After everything that had happened, Toriel isn't about to miss visiting the brothers. Her voice is low, careful not to awaken the sleeping monster. "I should hope so. He needs the rest." She has to glance at Papyrus worriedly before shifting her gaze back to Sans.

She narrows her eyes slightly at the faint scrape. "Though, I feel like we should have a discussion, outside." It is less of a suggestion, even with the softness of her voice.

12th

[seeingscarlet]

Wanda's quiet a moment - she's not going to make Sans tell her what happened when it almost ended in tragedy, not when she can figure it out painlessly. They were so, so lucky...Wanda's seen into "Palatino's" mind and it was quite possibly even more painful than poking around in Ultron's head.

Her voice is quiet, barely over a whisper. "Do you need anything?"

12th

[tigermillionaire]

Steven's been in the medbay before, and though it was for stuff mostly unrelated to actually being injured, it's left a familiarity with it all the same. He saw Sans's post on the network too late, and his best guess was to go directly here instead of running around elsewhere. There had been a lot of people responding to offer assistance - they'd be okay, or at least that's what he had to believe.

He scampers up to Papyrus's bed, relieved just to see them both intact. He peeks up over the foot of it, making the same observation that Sans is quick to point out - he's asleep. It's hard to know what to say - he'd only just heard about Palantino recently, and now this.

He swishes his tail nervously.

"Did the doctors say he'd be okay?" he asks.

12

[visionarie]

He looks down at him, noting the small details of his skeleton.

"I would prefer not to disturb him," he tells him with a slight bend of his head. "You were the one who sent the distress message on the network." A statement.

March 13

[rraidergirl]

She's beginning to wonder if they will ever see each other in moments that aren't lined with exhaustion. The softly mumbled words don't register right away, she's more distracted with looking him over, terror eaten away to worry. She had followed the doctor down to the cargo bay, but had been entierly useless in helping.

She was good at piecing together bone fragments, but it was one thing to do it for someone long dead and another for someone alive and hurting.

Now, she leans over and presses a careful, gentle kiss against the ghost line of the healed crack. "You should try to sleep."

12th

[bloodbinds]

She misses much of the commotion due to sleep but hears about it later, even once everything has (mostly) died down. Someone was injured while trying to get through the door. It isn't much of her business, she supposes, but she's also curious about what happened...and she has the added advantage of being awake for the evening to help out. The medical bay is where she makes her rounds at night as it is, both for food and for work, and once she's seen to her own needs privately she goes to investigate and help where she can.

It's alarming to see the skeletons, one prone on the bed and the other sitting nearby, but not as surprising. Peter had told her that there were skeletons, friendly ones, and gave her the warning so she wouldn't freak out. Ava makes her way over cautiously, silent in her steps as any good vampire should be, and stands some distance away from Sans to look on.

"I wanted to see if he was okay and if there was anything I could do." She's no doctor, medic, or nurse, even if she's patched herself up in the middle of a firefight with relative ease. It's all very new to her. She looks over at Sans. "Are you okay?" She doesn't know him, no, but...they all belong to the same crew now. Might as well make friends and be nice.

12th

[takeitslow]

"Maybe I just came to watch him sleep." Peter quipped dryly as he walked, actually and humanly walked, through the bay. As much as he loved showing off his powers, running into anything in such a sensitive place was a no go and he didn't want to startle either of the brothers. "Maybe I came to see you."

He stopped near the foot of the bed, looking over Papyrus uncomfortably. "How are you guys holding up?"

12th

[gainedlove]

Frisk nods quietly, walking over with an usually solemn expression. Pulling another chair over to sit next to Sans, their eyes are drawn back to that healed-over crack. They know how fragile Sans is, how very little it takes for him to be seriously injured. Aside from...Chara...this is the worst they've ever seen happen to him.

"...does it hurt?"

March 12

[neveroutwrenched]

Ratchet had just come back from the lower levels, desperate to confirm what Sans had said, that the door was undisturbed and that Pala- Ploiatos was where they'd left it. Locked away, unable to hurt anyone. At least anyone outside the room.

Satisfied, (if you wanted to call it that) he'd come here. A glance at Papyrus gives Ratchet a pang of misplaced guilt. There wasn't anything he could have done about it, he knew that but maybe...if he had known. If he'd paid more attention, or...it doesn't matter.

He doesn't answer Sans, just looks over at him, his expression hard. Expectant.

[closed to sans]

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

[Both skeletons needed a few days to recuperate, and to reassure their friends they were going to pull through. Papyrus was a fighter, and his HP was ticking back up steadily to full. After a day or two he was bored and restless enough to make his first escape attempt, bare feet clacking gently on the floor.

Papyrus is fairly confident Sans is asleep, but he tries to be quiet anyway. His brother seemed to have unusually sharp senses when it came to looking after him.

Well... usually, anyway.]

[skelepun]

[When you have all the time in the world, a person has a lot of time to dwell. When that person has a particular mistake to dwell on, that time can drag.

And when that mistake takes the form of winding cracks in the arm of that person's brother, well...

Sans wasn't getting a lot of sleep.]

Hey, bro. Going somewhere?