[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]

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.