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thisavrou_log2016-02-15 06:37 pm
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Who: Chara and YOU!
When: After they resurge on the 8th, and ending when the voting on their murder sentence is determined.
Where: Galley, Bow, Housing Decks, Hold, and potentially anywhere else.
What: Catchall for Chara post resurge. Chara kills Sans. Chara stays in the hold after the murder.
Warnings: Dark themes and warnings for Chara, plus strong likelihood of Undertale spoilers.
Galley
The second work week in the kitchens is nearly over by the time Chara finally shows up. They offer no explanations for their absence on their own, and it's clear that they're only there to avoid having to be anywhere else. Still, their work is good; sometimes they'll appear at someone's elbow to reach past them for a utensil they've been sent after. Other times they'll lay out ingredients, and when they make the occasional mistake they correct it without complaint.
Everyone else has already had a few shifts to learn the ropes, and Chara sticks out like a sore thumb. It doesn't help that they're smaller than everyone, and it's a fact made especially obvious when they're sent dish-washing. They have to lift their elbows to reach into the sink, and their apron has been folded over at the waist so as to not reach their ankles.
They could probably use some help. That dirty cooking pot looks heavy.
The Bow
It's like the observation deck, but it's also not. They don't feel anything while standing by the same stars that watched them die, and for all that their eyes move over them, they're not even paying attention.
The Gunnery is empty. The door is closed, and Chara is standing mere feet away from it, arms crossed and chewing on the inside of their cheek. They haven't been here since the ship was struggling to escape with its precious load of rescued lives, and the lights are out at this time, with a stillness that seems oddly bereft. Chara's not making any attempts to get inside; it's as though the room itself has echoes of an intent that they're absorbing passively, like water creeping up strips of paper.
They seem lost in thought.
Nomo and Mero Deck
Both of the decks they're not on have communal bathing areas. That's about as much as they can tell from the looks of the doors, and they're reluctant to talk to anyone at all, let alone recruit someone to help them explore. This is perhaps the second time they've appeared on these levels. Like the first time, they walk through without going towards any specific room, and when they're done they pause at the end to look back.
They're still standing still when someone else appears. As though not wanting to seem lost, Chara stirs immediately and begins to leave.
Moro Deck
Generous lighting, soft beds, and desk sets that all match. The hallway wasn't dim outside, but Chara stands in the doorway and blinks anyway, adjusting. At some level they'd pictured their old room. They knew it would be different, but somehow the contrast between a shared room for children underground and this housing deck really drives it home.
Chara steps inside. They don't have anything to put down, and they own nothing that isn't 'borrowed', or ruined by their own grisly demise. That's fine. They avoid having to think about it by exploring the room, reaching for light switches and opening drawers.
Wildcard and catch-all! Suggest a place, or just assume they're taking a meal in the emptiest corner of the Mess Hall they could find and clearly need someone to eat with them.
When: After they resurge on the 8th, and ending when the voting on their murder sentence is determined.
Where: Galley, Bow, Housing Decks, Hold, and potentially anywhere else.
What: Catchall for Chara post resurge. Chara kills Sans. Chara stays in the hold after the murder.
Warnings: Dark themes and warnings for Chara, plus strong likelihood of Undertale spoilers.
Galley
The second work week in the kitchens is nearly over by the time Chara finally shows up. They offer no explanations for their absence on their own, and it's clear that they're only there to avoid having to be anywhere else. Still, their work is good; sometimes they'll appear at someone's elbow to reach past them for a utensil they've been sent after. Other times they'll lay out ingredients, and when they make the occasional mistake they correct it without complaint.
Everyone else has already had a few shifts to learn the ropes, and Chara sticks out like a sore thumb. It doesn't help that they're smaller than everyone, and it's a fact made especially obvious when they're sent dish-washing. They have to lift their elbows to reach into the sink, and their apron has been folded over at the waist so as to not reach their ankles.
They could probably use some help. That dirty cooking pot looks heavy.
The Bow
It's like the observation deck, but it's also not. They don't feel anything while standing by the same stars that watched them die, and for all that their eyes move over them, they're not even paying attention.
The Gunnery is empty. The door is closed, and Chara is standing mere feet away from it, arms crossed and chewing on the inside of their cheek. They haven't been here since the ship was struggling to escape with its precious load of rescued lives, and the lights are out at this time, with a stillness that seems oddly bereft. Chara's not making any attempts to get inside; it's as though the room itself has echoes of an intent that they're absorbing passively, like water creeping up strips of paper.
They seem lost in thought.
Nomo and Mero Deck
Both of the decks they're not on have communal bathing areas. That's about as much as they can tell from the looks of the doors, and they're reluctant to talk to anyone at all, let alone recruit someone to help them explore. This is perhaps the second time they've appeared on these levels. Like the first time, they walk through without going towards any specific room, and when they're done they pause at the end to look back.
They're still standing still when someone else appears. As though not wanting to seem lost, Chara stirs immediately and begins to leave.
Moro Deck
Generous lighting, soft beds, and desk sets that all match. The hallway wasn't dim outside, but Chara stands in the doorway and blinks anyway, adjusting. At some level they'd pictured their old room. They knew it would be different, but somehow the contrast between a shared room for children underground and this housing deck really drives it home.
Chara steps inside. They don't have anything to put down, and they own nothing that isn't 'borrowed', or ruined by their own grisly demise. That's fine. They avoid having to think about it by exploring the room, reaching for light switches and opening drawers.
Wildcard and catch-all! Suggest a place, or just assume they're taking a meal in the emptiest corner of the Mess Hall they could find and clearly need someone to eat with them.
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They tuned out most of the drivel, taking the opportunity to observe him in action. He's cheerful. His brother is dead, and he's not crushed into a million little pieces. Chara was somewhat distracted while their brother watched them waste away, but they do remember his distress, and the way he keenly seemed to share their suffering. Chara was never a good sibling, but Asriel was. For someone like Papyrus to be nothing more than a little strained...
"Where's Sans?"
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Papyrus's denial was heavy, powerful, but not impenetrable. Miles had already learned it only took a stubborn enough sense of reality to widen the cracks and expose the hurt underneath, and he had the uncomfortable feeling that Chara was trying to do the same. That's what they did, right? They hurt people.
So he just had to not get hurt.
He grinned again, redoubling his efforts. He was fine. Sans was fine.
"He must have wandered off for one of his marathon napping sessions! It's just about the only sustained activity I've ever seen him attempt. I guess that's just how some brothers are!"
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They want to rip it to tattered pieces, just like they did their own.
"Sans is dead." Chara's eyes bore into the skeleton's sockets, and they rest a hand on the bars as they step closer. "I killed him. Me."
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He'd just have to hold onto the hope he has, obviously!
"Well! Be that as it may, everything will be all right! Miles told me how falling down works here! You came back, which was quite a relief, and... so will he."
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What does it take to get someone as heroically optimistic as this skeleton to let go? Chara has defeated him twice before, but they've never really won, and this cuts into them like the knife they don't have. This isn't strength, this is blindness. They hate it. They hate him, but they can't get to him. They can't get to anyone. Without any hope for an outlet their pain has turned inward, soaking in and sitting where the only person to burn is themself. Chara's hands tighten on the bars, and they can feel a memory of Papyrus' throat. They want to hurt him so badly. They want him to die...
"I planned it. I found his room, and he was always just moping around. I guess some people are just hopeless deadbeats, huh." They've bared their teeth at the word, wishing they could grind it in like a corkscrew.
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What did Chara want? What would make them finally smile? He'd had a few moments to speak before his skull crumbled to dust the last time he'd taken a hit from a human, and there was no joy in their success, no thawing of their frosty nature. It hadn't changed anything. Falling down didn't mean anything.
They didn't want him to live, they didn't care if he died. He could sense a sort of distress in them, but it was tough to pin down and even harder to do anything about.
And It was hard, keeping his voice even. Even with the promise that his losses wouldn't last forever, not having his brother around hurt. Looking after Sans had given him purpose, his messes had left him with plenty of relaxing organizing to do, and without him he felt a weird sort of directionless.
At least this mess with Chara was going to occupy his time for awhile.
"What would make you smile?"
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Their knuckles creak and turn white, and they want to rip his skull apart with their bare hands.
"Killing you," they say softly, slowly. "Dumping your dust all over Sans when he comes back. You brothers love each other so much--that's what you do with dust, right?" Their smile is all teeth, and when the smile is gone the teeth stay visible.
"You'll keep him company while he cries. Just like last time."
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His bones rattle a bit louder for a moment as he tries to think of the most delicate way to say it.
"I saw it for myself! Hurting people... doesn't help you."
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"You don't know that! You don't know anything about what helps me, you're just a self centered, spoiled, useless skeleton that doesn't know how to butt out when nobody wants him around!"
"You think anyone on this ship likes you?! You're wrong. They pity you, and you should hear what they say when you're not there. Everyone's lying to your face. They just don't want to hurt your feelings, because that'll make them feel guilty! Sooner or later they'll get bored, though, and that's when they'll dump you out like the trash you are. You know what they do to boring little monsters like that? They'll kill you. I'm not special, here, I'm just honest. They'll kill you, and Sans, and Asriel, and any other monster that comes on this ship, and if you just come back they'll kill you as easily as I killed everyone else Underground!"
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One they'd get bored of and one day discard?
Maybe history wouldn't repeat itself, monster history or his more personal one, and if it were just him here, he could hold onto that hope. But Sans is here, and their lost little prince, and there's no promise more monsters wouldn't be coming.
Doubt and worry flood his eyesockets as Chara scores a deeper hit than their knife ever could. Papyrus knows loneliness, he can handle that, but for the first time in his life he feels utterly alone.
"I... I don't think your words are true," he answers back, but the confidence is gone and he stands hunched, diminished. "Rosethorn likes me, and Tobi, and Starflight, and Ratchet, and, and... all the people who answered me when I needed help with... with the mess." He looks up again at Chara, trying to smile and failing to convince. "Don't think I'll give up on you, but I think... I had better get back to the tasks Pepper assigned me."
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"They pity you, don't you forget," they say, voice rising in pitch. "They didn't want your dust lying around like San's did. You make a mess, all of you do, and trust me, I should know."
He's leaving. They want to sob a little, but they're also happy, and it's a horrible victory to see him finally crumble. Good. They deserve every bit of this triumph. Their breath holds slightly, and they've pressed close against the bars to watch him go. (They can't shake like this, but that's just a bonus.)
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He leaves the hold, trying not to think of how he stuck around after Chara asked him not to. He has a lot of work to do, after all, he should get on that.
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The silence that follows is so intense it could be the oppressive hush after a natural disaster. Chara's fingertips have gone numb, and the blood coursing through them is hot and moving. It feels like a gradual return of awareness to their own body. They'd left it behind in their desperate rage, somehow, but it was still there.
They're still there.
... Papyrus is gone and they're not.
It's like they can't move. Their fingers will creak when they eventually unclench them from the bars, but until then they'll stay shivering and vigilant.
There's not much else to do.