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

[skelepun]

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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[skelepun]

The familiar clomp of boots and rattle of bones is enough to make Sans wince -- the most emotion he's shown since the night he was thrown in here.

It was inevitable. He told Lara to contact him, after all. And from the cheer in his voice, she probably did a good job. Of course, no matter how gentle the delivery, the message was the message. Papyrus' usual cheer was dampened, and Sans hates himself just a little bit for being the cause.

Of course, they weren't complete opposites. Right on cue, Sans injects his own voice with a brightness he doesn't truly feel. Brothers to the core.

"Heh, wow, Pap. Ever prepared." Sans shifts up from where he was laying down, bones creaking a bit. "You, uh, you don't have to do that."

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

"Nonsense! It's just not naptime without a good book, you know this!" Papyrus paused at the semi-solid wall, looking unsure. There was a procedure to these things, he always was the one to lie down while Sans read him a story, and then, inevitably, Sans fell asleep on one bed or the other. Occasionally, Papyrus got a few hours' sleep himself, but more often than not he just got back up and continued with his day.

Oh, well. Sans was the only one here in bed, and since he couldn't pass him the book anyway, he settled down cross-legged on the floor. It might even be fun, being the one reading the story.

At any rate, it was much easier than asking the questions that seemed to swell up inaide and crowd his ribcage. Being here did hurt, but not as much as turning from Sans or addressing what was bothering him.

They had traditions besides the ones they were willing to acknowledge.

"Looks like the tables have finally turned! You get comfortable, and I'll lull you right to sleep with my soothing voice!"

[skelepun]

There is a vast tiredness to Sans' eyes, weighing down his bones and making the cavernous inside of his skull look even darker and emptier than usual. Whether Papyrus' presence is hurting or helping isn't clear, though Sans' smile is more relaxed... or at least, it looks that way.

"Man, I think this has to be a first." Sans follows instructions, though, getting as comfortable as was possible on his poor excuse for a cot. "That's kinda surprising... I do a lot more sleeping than you, you'd think we would've had this idea before."

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

"Well, traditions are important, but you know what they say about necessity and invention!" Papyrus waited for Sans to settle in. That bed looked terrible, even less comfortable than the floor he was sitting on. He was tempted to carry down a better one for him, but he tried to remember that Sans was in jail for doing wrong and part of the punishment was not getting a comfortable place to sleep.

He'd be all right. Sans had voluntarily slept in far more ridiculous places in the past, and everything had turned out okay then.

Everything would be okay this time, too.

There was a longer pause than necessary, during which Papyrus gazed in Sans's general direction as if he had something difficult to say but wasn't sure how to even begin phrasing it... then he opened the book and began to read. The story was bland, the adventures of a young girl's first trip to a farm, and even with Papyrus's name and species substitutions and occasional asides about the flagrant inaccuracies, it wasn't a very interesting read.

This was definitely a lot better when Sans did it.