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Frisk ([personal profile] gainedlove) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-08-09 12:42 am

[open] Trying to forget our modern crises

Who: Frisk and YOU
When: August 3-9
Where: ERRYWHERE
What: Local child attempts to help everyone and pretend they aren't about to cry
Warnings: None yet, will be updated if needed


Throughout the whole of August, Frisk has been rather visibly upset. Given recent events (the horrific attack on the crew by the Cadeuceans, the glass warping of the ship and crew, and the subsequent scrambling to rescue crew from slavery) it's rather understandable that a young child like them would be thrown off by the series of trauma. But there's a somewhat alarming change in their demeanor very soon after the change of captaincy, though from an outsider's perspective it doesn't...seem negative.

Where Frisk had been quiet and unobtrusive before, suddenly they are boisterous and outgoing again. Where not even a day ago they had only offered meek smiles, now Frisk grins broadly and nearly bounces along down the halls. Despite their still glassy body, Frisk put out the image of a perfectly content and cheerful little child--just like they had been when they first arrived.

And maybe if they pretend hard enough, it'll be true.

A: Around the ship (August 3rd through the 8th)

One thing they've let go for far too long are their duties as Assistant Morale Officer. With Pepper gone, there hasn't been a whole lot of direction to their efforts, but that isn't going to stop Frisk now. They scurry around the whole ship, poking in wherever someone might be working with a kind smile and curious look. Waiting for an opportune moment to interrupt, they eventually pipe up with a simple request.

"How are you feeling today?"

B: In the gardens (August 5th)

Late in the afternoon, Frisk can be found kneeling over a patch of yellow flowers with a vaguely worried expression on their face. Though most of the patch seem to be healthy and thriving, a few off tot he side don't look like they're doing quite so well, and Frisk isn't exactly sure why. They've watered and fed them properly, plucked away any weeds they can find, made sure they're not being blocked from the artificial sunlight...but still they wilt. It's rather worrying, especially after they had promised to help Asriel in caring for them.

When they hear footsteps behind them they look up, then squeak with surprise and faint alarm, grabbing the watering can and hauling it and themself out of the way (though they had barely been taking up any space in the walkway in the first place.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get in th' way!"

C: Cargo Bay (August 9th, closed to Toriel & Co.)

Frisk had been the first to wake, in the earliest hours of the morning. Jolting to consciousness, shivering from a nightmare, they had been confused to find only one of their siblings still in the room. It didn't neccessarily mean anything: Chara is often out of the room, and they have just as many issues with sleep as Frisk does. Sliding out of bed, they wander out of their room and send a private text asking where they are--

Only to recieve an error message.

Every message bounces back, and Chara's name has been hilighted in red. They are no longer on the ship.

A sharp crack echoes down the hall as Frisk stands stock still in complete shock. They can feel the pain in their chest, pieces of themself siding and crunching as the stress finally reaches a literal breaking point. But that sensation is dwarfed by the sudden and complete feeling of isolation.

"See you in the morning!"

"...sleep well, Frisk."


No. No, this can't be happening. They must be--they can't--

Frisk runs throughout the whole ship. Searching through every nook and cranny, praying against all hope that maybe, just maybe the MID was wrong. Maybe they're hiding somewhere, and it's just a mistake, and Chara will still be here, they'd finally moved in with everyone, they were finally a family like it should have always been--!

But there's nothing. The other child is gone without a trace, and all Frisk has to show for it are cracks spiderwebbing further and further through their body. They aren't sure how they wound up in the cargo bay, but when Frisk looks up, they see a familiar crate stored in a tucked away corner. There's still a few pieces of construction paper sticking to the side.

"...can I climb in, too?"

"Of course you can, silly!"


Nothing else is on top of the crate, but it still takes a bit of effort to get it pulled out far enough from it's spot for Frisk to prop the lid partially open. The Temmie Flakes are there, just like before. Colorful pieces of paper that look so unassuming, but tingle with the power of magic if you know how to look for it. Frisk crawls inside and nearly sinks completely into the pile, curling up and crying silently.
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C (feel free to threadjack)

[personal profile] inruins 2016-08-09 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
Spending a whole day searching for a child and finding out one is already gone does Toriel little to no favors. She feels like she's ripped apart the ship at this point and every message sent to Frisk goes unanswered. Every little joke, call, photo sent garners nothing but more silence.

August seems to be the month she loses everyone somehow. Sans, now Chara- Frisk is lost somewhere on ship now. Very likely freaking out over loss of a sibling. Everything has been happening so quickly over the past few weeks with little spots of breathing room. This... This just adds to the headache August has been.

The best she can do is send messages throughout the day. First to Papyrus, next to Mettaton, with great reluctance to Sans.

Toriel finds a spot to sink down and sit for a short while, resting her face against the smooth surface of the table top at the cafe. Allison is stuck dealing with a sad monster taking up a table. She opens the MID again, calling Frisk again.

"Please, pick up."
Edited 2016-08-09 08:23 (UTC)
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[personal profile] pleasereset 2016-08-09 10:46 am (UTC)(link)
Asriel hasn't been seen much since the news of both Chara's and Frisk's disappearance, though it's probably safe to assume that he's out looking for Frisk too. While Toriel is resting, Asriel comes into view, walking towards the flight deck at a hurried pace. There's dark circles under his eyes, and a redness to them too.

"I just gotta check the transporter room. They're probably both playing a trick on me, heheh. It's not very funny, Chara and Frisk-"

He didn't lose both of them. He didn't he didn't he didn't he didn't didn't he didn't Chara can't be gone can't be dead again please don't go-
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A.

[personal profile] mttbrandlegs 2016-08-09 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
Frisk really hadn't been interrupting much, given that Mettaton's kind of lazily reading a book on robotics. That is, he's not really reading it, and if he were, it wouldn't be upside-down now, would it?

However, when the small human approaches him, he snaps the book closed and sits up straighter in his seat, putting on a bright smile.

"Absolutely fabulous, sweetheart!! Moreso now that you're around to brighten my day!!!"

Mettaton lays it on thick; he's working hard to push all the poor thoughts from his mind, so he has to be extra loud to drown it all out. At least..he and Frisk have that in common?
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[personal profile] mttbrandlegs 2016-08-15 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
Mettaton scoops Frisk up, hugging them tightly but not uncomfortably so; the robot is especially careful not to damage Frisk in their fragile state. There's definitely some slack in his left arm compared to the right, but the hug is genuine, and perhaps lasts a little longer than he intended.

It's a testament to how dishonest he's really being with himself. Because he really is deriving comfort from such a simple action.

"Really, honey! You're a radiant glow even when you aren't made of glass!!"
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[personal profile] discomfort 2016-08-12 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
With all the crazy, terrifying things that have been going on in the past couple of months, Alphys had withdrawn into herself almost completely. Mettaton was the only person she'd said more than a few words to, and even then, that was mostly out of terror over potentially losing her friend than wanting to socialize with him.

But, already, quieter days were beginning to pass. Today, Alphys is out for a walk, although she isn't doing much to appreciate being outside of her room: her face is buried in her MID and she's sipping soda out of a straw held in the corner of her mouth. When she begins to impede into the human's space, she isn't even watching where she's going.

The familiar voice makes Alphys stop and look up, her clueless expression emphasized by her mouth clamped around the straw.

"Ah!! Uhh, sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going," she stammers with a smile. It's been several weeks since she saw the human. They seem alright...?
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[personal profile] discomfort 2016-08-21 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, uh... You mean m-my this thing?" The question throws her off a little. Do the MID things play games...?! But no, Alphys. Focus.

She takes a deep breath and quickly self-corrects. "No! I'm just, you know, catching up on Spacebook, haha. I've been, um... I mean, I got behind? What have you been up to?"
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Post Frisk-finding

[personal profile] pleasereset 2016-08-13 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
After a lot of desperate searching, Frisk had finally been found. There was a lot of relief, a lot of anguish and tears. Once things had calmed down, Frisk and Asriel returned to their room. Toriel was currently busy in the other room, but both kids could expect her to return to check on them and tuck them into bed.

But once the relief and worry settled, Asriel fell into an odd silence. There's a tired and worn expression on his face, and he doesn't really try masking it this time.

As Frisk and him get ready for bed, Asriel doesn't move off the bed. He should, he should be comforting Frisk and trying to help them through their grief over Chara. There's a lot of things he should be doing.

... But he was never really that great of a sibling, was he? The thought bitterly passes through his head as he finally finds it in himself to speak up.

"Frisk, there's something I want to ask you."