The sensation is strange--somewhat familiar but different, and the fact that Frisk isn't holding Sans' hand at the time is enough to make them stumble upon entry. The unfamiliar surroundings makes them freeze up any further, but when addressed they're easily ushered along to medical, going through the check up and explination with an unusual meekness.
This isn't good. They need to be home.
Once Frisk is released they're quick to start exploring around, figuring out where everything is on this ship they apparently have to call home for now. The fuss and clamor over the cargo bay is quick to grab their attention, though, and they head in that direction to find out what is going on.
B: Rescue
How Frisk was allowed on this mission, it's kind of a mystery. But as determined as they are they manage to slip in among the ranks, clad in their clothing from home to better blend in. And they do prove useful, tiny and fast enough to slip past guards and unlock doors, or find some of the children hiding in nooks and crannies to guide out to safety. It's not all fun and games, though--often enough Frisk gets mistaken for one of the children held captive, and the guards are pretty damn intent on keeping a hold of them.
"No! Let go, let go!!" They...might need a bit of help, there.
C: Refugees(ish...)
Frisk has a lot of sympathy for the poor Emirians stuck on the ship. They've had their life turned topsy-turvy more than enough times to know how hard it is to regain your footing, and how much even a small gesture of good-will can help. They've been playing with the kids among them, but the adults haven't really bothered to try and talk or interact with Frisk, too caught up in their worries to 'spare time' for a little kid. It's making cheering them up rather difficult.
But there is one thing Frisk knows that has always cheered them up, and by now they've watched Toriel make it enough times that they feel confident enough to try making it. Clattering around the kitchen during one of the few times it isn't being manned in order to feed the ship, Frisk gathers together all the ingredients they can find for a butterscotch-cinnamon pie. ...except they can't find one very, very important ingredient, and they've turned the whole place up-side down to try and find it.
Uh. Sorry about the mess, but they'll clean up after themself, honest.
D: Wildcard
[Feel free to run into Frisk anywhere on the ship during the event! They're pretty curious and will probably be poking into every nook and cranny they see, though the garden is going to be a common place to find them.]
Frisk | OTA
The sensation is strange--somewhat familiar but different, and the fact that Frisk isn't holding Sans' hand at the time is enough to make them stumble upon entry. The unfamiliar surroundings makes them freeze up any further, but when addressed they're easily ushered along to medical, going through the check up and explination with an unusual meekness.
This isn't good. They need to be home.
Once Frisk is released they're quick to start exploring around, figuring out where everything is on this ship they apparently have to call home for now. The fuss and clamor over the cargo bay is quick to grab their attention, though, and they head in that direction to find out what is going on.
B: Rescue
How Frisk was allowed on this mission, it's kind of a mystery. But as determined as they are they manage to slip in among the ranks, clad in their clothing from home to better blend in. And they do prove useful, tiny and fast enough to slip past guards and unlock doors, or find some of the children hiding in nooks and crannies to guide out to safety. It's not all fun and games, though--often enough Frisk gets mistaken for one of the children held captive, and the guards are pretty damn intent on keeping a hold of them.
"No! Let go, let go!!" They...might need a bit of help, there.
C: Refugees(ish...)
Frisk has a lot of sympathy for the poor Emirians stuck on the ship. They've had their life turned topsy-turvy more than enough times to know how hard it is to regain your footing, and how much even a small gesture of good-will can help. They've been playing with the kids among them, but the adults haven't really bothered to try and talk or interact with Frisk, too caught up in their worries to 'spare time' for a little kid. It's making cheering them up rather difficult.
But there is one thing Frisk knows that has always cheered them up, and by now they've watched Toriel make it enough times that they feel confident enough to try making it. Clattering around the kitchen during one of the few times it isn't being manned in order to feed the ship, Frisk gathers together all the ingredients they can find for a butterscotch-cinnamon pie. ...except they can't find one very, very important ingredient, and they've turned the whole place up-side down to try and find it.
Uh. Sorry about the mess, but they'll clean up after themself, honest.
D: Wildcard
[Feel free to run into Frisk anywhere on the ship during the event! They're pretty curious and will probably be poking into every nook and cranny they see, though the garden is going to be a common place to find them.]