august catch-all log

[skelepun]

Who: Sans and a lot of goddamn people
When: The first half of August
Where: All around the ship!
What: Various closed prompts covering Sans' arrival + laying some groundwork for future Enterprises.
Warnings: Nothing off the top of the dome! Will update if any surface.


[ All prompts will be in the comments! Please let me know if you have any ideas for starters and either PM this account or PP safelybeds and I'll write something up for you! ]

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Aug. 8th (evening); closed to charlie

[skelepun]

The concept of day and night didn't exist the same way in space, where everything on the outside was the same inky black void. Pricked with stars, sure, but most of them so far away it wasn't much different from what Sans imagined a night sky on earth to look like.

Not that he had ever seen one, but that was unimportant.

Jaw balanced in his hands, he knew enough to figure the orientation of their ship and their position in reality (that seemed pretty flexible on this ship) made all his constellation knowledge moot.

Still, there was fun to be had in making up your own. Sans traces his finger through the air, connecting a few into a vague rubber chicken shape.

Hilarious.

[springlocking]

Ah, the observation deck! A lovely place, one Charlie doesn't visit often-- but in the wake of certain arrivals, she's been finding it hard to sleep. And when you can't sleep, you wander around until you start needing to sleep, until you find a safe place to crash.

It's just too bad that, in her mind, nowhere is 'safe' anymore.

She locates the skeleton soon enough once she gets onto the deck, though. It's strange, but she can't really feel anything at this. Dude's alive after all.

"You were dead for like a month, just so you know," she mutters. Between the yellow glass eye, the beginnings of dark circles under both eyes, and how easy it was to slip back into her mindset from that awful night - well, this month hasn't been kind to her, not one bit.

But hey, at least someone came back this time. It's better than nothing.

[skelepun]

"No kidding." Sans shrugs, nonplussed by the information. He's been told about thirty variations on the same fact since waking up, and it never seems to feel any more real the more he's told. As such, Sans has taken to filtering it into vague background noise at the back of his mind. It's where her words are set to go, too.

At least, until he turns to get a look at her.

"... Oh." He starts, sockets crimping slightly in appraisal before relaxing away upon recognition. "Shit, you're the girl, aren't you?"

[springlocking]

"Charlie, yeah."

She doesn't sound too annoyed about having her name forgotten, mind. Guy got killed and spent a month...possibly in the afterlife or something, she doesn't know. Point is, of course you forget a stranger's name in that time. One mind can't handle all the bullshit all the time.

It's what you keep reminders for, if the knowledge is worth keeping.

She just leans against the wall, arms folded over her chest, shoulders slightly hunched. It's not the skeleton that's got her anxious, though.

"So, that was a weird thing and it happened," is all she manages on the topic of having her soul used to fuel a skele-dragon. No, wait, after a moment, there's more. "For the record, I'm not angry. I did say I didn't want it to end like that, after all. Would've appreciated a heads-up, though, all right?"

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"Didn't really have it planned." Sans admitted, shrugging and not bothering to make eye contact -- or even look her way. It's not shame so much as lingering apathy to the entire affair.

And okay, who is he kidding himself. There's more than a little shame there.

"Just kinda... happened. You weren't really around to ask."

[springlocking]

He could've asked before she died.

... But hey, when was the last time someone respected her wishes? No, she's not still bitter about the new captains' little stunt with her private message, she isn't.

Okay, she's still bitter, but not at him.

"You do what you have to when there's a bunch of jerks boarding the ship, I guess." A pause, and she furrows her brows before asking, "By the way, I've been meaning to ask - what was that yellow light thingy? Or was I just hallucinating that?"

[skelepun]

That would require having any sort of plan before she died. Which, of course, he didn't. Unfortunate how these things play out sometimes.

"Can you be more specific?"

[springlocking]

Yeah...Charlie's just a bit grumpy about everything in general. Logic doesn't play into grumpy. At least he's not trying to justify it to her like Police Chief Burke did.

At least it wasn't planned, now that she's thinking about what he said. Actually thinking is a good thing. She rubs her flesh-and-blood eye tiredly before slumping and sitting down. When was the last time she slept a full eight hours...?

"It was between dying and getting shot down again. And I never thought I'd be saying that, you know?" She shrugs. She's not sure what she's trying to say anymore. "Well, it's over and done now, anyway."

Over, done, move on. That's how she's always dealt with things before, by pushing it from her mind and pretending it never happened.

Just don't think about it.

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Ah.

Sans rubs the back of his skull, grimacing slightly. Right. All of that. It made some sense that she would carry over some awareness. His soul research was limited, and mostly lost to him, but a few of the papers he poured over suggested that the essence of a person would continue on after death.

Of course, he would have never assumed that extended to actual consciousness. Death was death.

"You remember that?"

[springlocking]

"It's all kind of a mess, but...I think so. Parts of it anyway. I wasn't all there the entire time. It's really difficult to stay focused without any limits...it was almost like a dream."

She could see not just what was in front of her, but what one would consider to be behind her too. It was disorienting, to say the least, but how could one be disoriented without a body?

"Pretty sure I rambled about that at some point, but - you didn't hear any of it, huh?" she adds, almost amused by the fact. ... That said, this is getting awkward, and she gets the feeling that maybe talking about it isn't good right now or ever.

So instead she closes her left eye, keeping the glass one open for now.

"Well, if you don't wanna talk about that, that's...fine too." Wait, wasn't there something else though...? "Wouldn't be related to a guy named Papyrus, would you? Ran into him during the ...the mess," she mumbles by way of half-awake explanation.

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Sans squints, rubbing at the back of his skull in thought. Had he heard things? He... did, he's sure. Screams from the Caducans, his own thrumming drive, something about a brother? He'd assume his own, but it didn't feel like that then and something tells him it wasn't that now.

As for now, the girl seemed content to talk to herself -- in and out of the topic at hand. She moved the topic on quickly, and Sans wasn't the sort to pry. Not unless they wanted him to, and even then he had a habit of disappointing.

"Uh... yeah. He's my brother." There was that word again, reminding him. "I'm guessing you met him before he met a bad end."

[springlocking]

An amused snort, and - "By tripping over the ice trap he had set up, and, uh...there was apparently spaghetti being cooked. Gotta admit, though, the ice on the floor was a good one. Probably got a bunch of the Caducans."

There's something like a bittersweet, nostalgic smile on her face, but it falls away quickly enough. Should she say...? Yeah. Yeah, maybe it's time to start trying.

"...I had a little brother, too."