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[open] do you know why the body is a prison?

Who: Sans and YOU! Open to literally everyone
When: Between this and the final judgment call on this.
Where: The Hold.
What: There's a skeleton in the dungeon, come let him rattle his bones at u
Warnings: Probably some mention of murder/death/etc! But mostly pretty tame, I imagine. Will edit if that changes.

The hold was incredible. Three solid walls, one semi-solid wall, a bench-bed hybrid that wrecked havoc on his back, and all the down time a skeleton could ask for. It was perfect. The best vacation he's ever had.

It'll be a real bummer once all of it goes away again.

Whatever the kid is up to, they're biding their time. And the few times a stray unpleasant thought passed through his skull, Sans is able to wave them away easily enough. He didn't care for thinking about Chara's dead body, so he didn't think about it. The worrying notion that, perhaps, this reality experienced time differently from what he knew...

Again: not thinking about it. The perfect cure, really.

Of course, he couldn't exactly stop people from visiting him here. With news spreading throughout the ship of what happened, more and more people were reaching out to him with why spelled out across their furrowed brows. Sans wished he could help them, sincerely. It would be a load off both their minds.

Too bad the answer was just too damn huge.

( ooc: feel free to visit sans in the hold any time, either before or after your character has 'cast their vote (or not)' on his fate. woo! )

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When the news finally reached J, she first thought it to be some kind of joke. A very bad joke and very un-Sans like. True, Sans was creepy and gross but hell, he was also good-for-nothing fucker who was too lazy to clean after his own mess let alone kill someone.

But then she saw how others talked about it and how the captains started to collect votes, letting them decide what his punishment should be-- and that's when things got complicated for her. The three options that they were given seemed rather merciful to be punishment for a murder. J was rather surprised that no one demanded Sans to be thrown out of airlock or something alike. But then again, it was self-defence-- it was to protect someone Sans loved. But murder is still a murder. Right?

The more she thought about it and what she'd vote the more confused and lost she felt, once again letting her thoughts to wander to memory of her father's death, her own involvement in it. Hadn't she also acted out of kindness and love and only caused so much hurt. And then there was the question, for which she'll never receive answer to: Did mother pull the trigger to protect or to hurt?

J tried to shake it off, this wasn't about her but about Sans and him facing the consequence of his actions. But she couldn't quite do it, to cast a vote what to do with him when her feelings and thoughts about right and wrong were still clouded in a thick mist.

So, To get a some kind of conclusion to this situation she knew she had to see him. It was also to sort out her feelings about him in general, as they'd probably would still have to keep sharing the room together even after this all is over.

It was very late to evening, nearly night, when she entered to the hold without even bothering to knock. She knew that she was probably the last person who'd Sans expect to see visit him, after all on would think that she'd enjoy every second of not having him around. So far, she's never showed much kindness or warmth to Sans and even now she only gives him a rather cold and silent stare, letting him to say the first words.

Edited (fixed the subject) 2016-02-16 01:41 (UTC)

If Papyrus hadn't already come and gone with his nightly story, Sans would have expected him instead. Hell, he would expect Lara before he expected J. As roommates, the pair didn't always see eye to eye. And that wasn't a reference to their disparate heights, either.

Squinting at her, Sans raises one hand up in halfhearted greeting (or maybe preemptive self-defense? You never knew with J.)

"Uh... yo? You miss me that much?"

Ignoring Sans reaction, J quickly scans his tiny cell with her gaze and scoffs out loud, clearly disapproving the horrendous state of it. The hold was much more pitiful place than she had expected and J makes a small mental note never to fuck up things badly enough to get sent here.

"Move it," she mutters at him as a warning, voice sounding much more rougher than she wanted it to, as she sits on the bed right next to him. If he's not going to move then she's not going to hesitate to push him off.

Edited 2016-02-17 00:21 (UTC)

Well, far be it from him to stand (or sit) in the way of such a charming young lady. Sans scoots dutifully, though not without a certain sardonic edge. Sarcasm isn't funny, of course, but Sans isn't feeling very funny at the moment.

"I'm gonna take that as a yes." He balances his jaw in his cupped hands, willing his eyelights to shine a little brighter than usual. "Gee, Miss J. I didn't know you had it in ya."

The lack of jokes does surprise her, J can't remember if they've ever had a discussion of any kind in which he didn't toss in a bad puns-- or end up with her shouting and throwing things at him. But that remark makes her to press her lips together into a thin line and give him an annoyed look. J turns and lifts her feet to bed, shamelessly taking up all the space on it.

"Oh, I think that's my line, don't you agree?" She laughs mockingly at him. "I always knew that you were a piece of shit, but a murderous one? You're full of surprises."

Edited 2016-02-24 16:51 (UTC)

Sans laughs with her, though he doesn't look particularly hurt. If anything, he seems impressed by her sound judgment.

"Are you here to tell me how disappointed you are in me? Offer to teach me how to be an upstanding skeleton, et cetera?"

"Ha, hardly! Being disappointed in you would indicate that I have some kind of trust in you." She continues to laugh, waving her hand in sardonic manner.

"So. Did you know that they're collecting votes from us to decide your miserable fate."

"I heard." There's some good humor to his voice, even now, but it's fading fast. "You vote yet?"

"Not yet." She notices the subtle change in his voice and demeanour, which only fuels her own confidence about her having the control over this situation.

"I'm surprised that no one is suggesting locking you up here for good, after all that's what we do to murderers back at home." As his voice becomes less joking and more serious, the more cold and mean does her tone turn.

"So, what do you think we should do with you?"

"Heh, define murder, and maybe I'll give you my take on it."

It was different for everyone, after all, what constituted murder and what constituted justice. Not that Sans necessarily agrees that there's any difference at all, but its not his opinion that matters, is it?

"Then again, I don't got a vote, so I'm not sure why you'd care what I think."

That makes J fall silent for a brief moment and just for a heartbeat her and nonchalant stare changes into something more intense. But the change in her is gone within an eye blink as she summons the sneering and arrogant smirk back to her lips.

"You know, you just took someone else's life. A child's on top of that." she says slowly almost as she was telling him a bad joke. Her voice is steady and amused except for the last part where it wavers a little, bringing in some seriousness to her tone. "If that's not a murder then I don't know what is."

Hearing her say it that way, Sans almost laughs. He doesn't, in the end. Kind of a bad look, laughing over a child's death -- and not fully something he'd endorse anyway, even in this case. It isn't funny. Then again, so much of his laughter isn't from humor.

"Heh, right. A child. Welp, I guess we've all got our opinions." He waves a hand, vague as ever. "You should vote with your gut, it sounds like you've already made up your mind."

There's something in Sans that unsettles her. Of course, seeing just how uncaring and casual he's about the whole murder is disturbing enough but then there's his disinterest regarding his own fate. It's almost as if he simply just didn't care what happens to him and what others think about him. But somehow, this attitude also seems rather familiar. She remembers the way how he always let his side of room to get messy and smelly, waiting for Papyrus to come and clean after him. The way how he always seemed to neglect taking care of himself. It's also something that she could recognize from herself.

A small frown creeps to her face as she watches him, trying to read him.

"So, you don't care what I'm going to say? And what they're going to do with you?"

"Nope."

It's a simple, to the point answer to a huge, broad question. There's not a moment's hesitation or even any consideration time. By the time J's finished speaking, Sans has his answer prepped and ready.

"So no hard feelings, whatever you decide. You gotta be able to sleep at night."

Oh.

Even though the answer he gives to her is just what she expected to hear, the way he says it is just surprisingly cold. Especially that last remark leaves a bad taste to her mouth. J squints her eyes a little, then turns her head away and stares at the ceiling, looking sullen.

They might have never addressed it but J knows that Sans is aware of her sleeping habits, or more like aware the occasional difficulties she had and the nightmares. Somehow that just makes his jab feel more personal than it's meant to.

"Fuck you. I can't sleep. Because of you."

That hits, but Sans doesn't show it. There's no point. She'll forget this soon enough, along with everyone else aboard the ship -- himself included. And while there's a pain there, seeing her hurt, it's numbed by exhausted and experience.

"I'm sorry." He says, finally, with a sort of muted sincerity that's hard to fully communicate.

"No, you're not." She scoffs and rolls her eyes.

Oh, how nice it'd be to forget about this, forget about what had happened here on Moira and back at Emiri but J know's very well that won't be possible. She can always push the bad things away from her mind and adapt, but never fully forget. These will always come back to haunt her.

"Just," J sighs loudly, the irritation in her voice hiding away all the vulnerability, as she tries to find a way to get them back to Sans. After all, she didn't come here to talk about herself.

"Just tell me why? Was it worth it?"

It's a big question, and one Sans thinks at first he has an obvious answer to, before that Obvious Answer dies against his teeth.

Yes, of course it was, watching the little creature get skewered was the closest thing to revenge he had. The closest thing to keeping his brother safe.

No, of course it wasn't, it's a kid, and all this does is lock him in a fresh loop that only ends with his own death.

Sans laughs, caught completely between both options.

"Honestly?" He rubs at his eye socket, still laughing quietly to himself. "I've got no fuckin' idea."

Somehow that answer really satisfies her more than simple 'no' or 'yes.' It shows that this isn't such a easy and simple matter to him, even though he so tries to act indifferent, like nothing about this bothers him.

She glances quickly at his direction and then back to the ceiling. "They said that you did it to protect your brother. Is that true?"

If it were just Pap on the line, Sans could have spent his time shadowing the guy, making sure he was safe in less destructive ways. If it was just Pap, he could protect him on an as-needed basis.

But it wasn't just Pap, and things weren't so clear cut.

Welp. As long as he's being honest.

"Yeah. Can't say it was the whole reason, though."

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