with scarves of red tied 'round their throats

[skelepun]

Who: Sans + lots of people + YOU
When: Throughout March
Where: Around the Moira, not so much planetside
What: Catchall for march + come get drunk with a skeleton
Warnings: Alcoholism, probably some general nihilism bullshit. it's sans, so, y'know.



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[allyisun]

When Sans had first come to visit the cafe, Allison had been pretty nervous. After all, Ivan had mentioned a murderous clothed skeleton during her introduction to the ship, and then there'd been that business with the murders that she'd mostly tired to ignore...

However, she'd quickly found it was difficult to be intimidated by a guy who frequently tries to order all her allotment of snacks for the day - no Sans, you can't have it all, there are other people who want muffins! - subjects her to the most godawful puns, and then falls asleep despite his sugar-loaded drinks.

Flash-forward to today and the rise of the snores from a nearby table has Allison blowing stray hairs out of her face with a sigh and shaking her head with something that might just be exasperated affection. She usually either lets him sleep, or if the snoring starts to annoy her she'll go over and rouse him and complain how he's totally scaring off all her customers.

Today, though, she's feeling a bit silly. Maybe because she had to deal with one of Peter's most ridiculous orders yet, earlier. Maybe because Sans had subjected her to what she'll swear was his worst pun yet. Maybe she's just starting to feel particularly settled now after having finally adjusted to her roommates. Whatever the reason, today Allison grabs her cream whipper and proceeds to give Sans two big fluffy sugary eyebrows.

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His briefly Alarmed expression doesn't last long. Unlike human bones, monster skeletons are warm (and soft, depending on who you asked), and it takes only a matter of moments for the sugary cream to drip down his smooth skull, down his closed sockets, and right into his nasal cavity on the cusp of a particularly loud snore.

Needless to say, Sans eyes are open fast, and the whipped cream is not shooting from his nose at an alarming speed.

...Hopefully Allison is out of the way by now.

"Gckt--!?"

[allyisun]

Allison watches with morbid fascination as the melting cream drips down into the dark hole in Sans's face. That's actually kind of creepy, maybe this was a mistake-

Suddenly she's covered in spatters of half-melted whip cream and this was definitely a mistake how did it go so wrong so fast.

"Hggggh," she replies eloquently.

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Lacking a nose, Sans was rather unaccustomed to sneezing. Still, he imagined it felt something like this. Wincing, Sans shuddered and rubbed at his noise before blinking up at Allison.

Reflexively, his grin got a little wider.

"Did I getcha?"

[allyisun]

"Bleugh," Allison says with a shudder, wiping specks of cream off her face with her uniform sleeve. The white spattering the front of her shirt is plenty answer for Sans.

"That did not go according to plan." Probably because she didn't actually plan.

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"M'sorry." Sans answers, handing her a used napkin from his table and not sounding particularly sorry at all. "Was I sleepin'?"

[allyisun]

Allison squints at the napkin, then just sort of... Puts it aside. She'll get her own, thanks. He uniform doesn't need anything else rubbed into it.

"Worse. You were snoring."

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"Oof. Yeah. I can't blame you for that one." He leans forward before hopping up out of his chair. "C'mon, least I can do is help you clean up."

He stops a few feet ahead, nodding for Allison to follow. The words shortcut? may well be appearing above his head.

[allyisun]

Allison blinks after Sans for a moment before giving a little shrug and following, her cream whipper still in hand.

She's still tempted to get him with a dollop on the top of his head or a foamy mustache since her previous attempt backfired.

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After several more steps, Allison will find herself not in the cafe at all, but outside her room. Sans slouches off on the side of her door, pulling up a game on his MID.

"Once you change I'll take ya back. Nobody will even know you missed work." He looks up just long enough to wink. "Trust me, I do it all the time."

[allyisun]

"Whoa, what." It takes Allison a moment to figure out where she is. But holy shit, she's in front of her room! "What."

Opening the door, she confirms that it is, in fact, her room. "Why can't I do that?!"

Useless piece of junk in her forehead.

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"I'd say magic, but that doesn't mean much on a ship where most people can do that."

Sans snorts, taking up his post outside her door. The walls are thin enough that he can talk through them, if he raises his voice a little.

[allyisun]

"Why can't my shitty magic do that?" Allison says from inside, shouting so he can hear.

Luckily none of her roommates are in, particularly the male ones, so she doesn't have to waste time before shucking off her dirty uniform and kicking it under her bed, then retrieving a new one.

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"You've got magic?" Sans asks, mildly, from through the wall. He's used to it by now, the novelty of so many humans knowing and using magic. The rarity of it from his home was clearly not the case here. That, or the Ingress had a type. "What can ya do?"

[allyisun]

"I got magic forced on my, more like," Allison huffs, tugging the uniform over her thermals.

"And I can't do shit."

She walks out, brushing herself off and getting her outfit settled. "Okay, not entirely true. I've got super strength or something."

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"Hey, that's a thing. I bet moving is really easy for you. Couch over your shoulder, mattress under one arm, wham bam, you're done."

Sans stretched, bones clacking against the metal wall.

"So someone put that thing in your forehead without asking? That sucks."

[allyisun]

"Pfffft," Allison replies, lips quirked in a half-smile. "I wish. I don't think I'm strong enough to balance a couch on my shoulder."

Geez, it's kind of weird when Sans clacks against things. Living skeletons are pretty weird.

"Yeah, just-" She mimes a jabbing motion with her arm. "Shoop! Right in there. Knocked me clear into another universe. Which I should be able to get back to with this junk in my head, but I can't since I got here."

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"Yeah, I've noticed things don't really work the way they should around here." Sans knocks on his own skull, smiling more thinly than usual. "Weird sort of interference, not quite sure. Then again, we've got captains that can pull people in from other dimensions and bring 'em back from the dead, so maybe I'm asking the wrong questions."

Sans steps back, allowing her room to exit the room. "You've got a lot of shooping rock demons in your world?"

[allyisun]

"Honestly, there's so many questions that I don't even bother asking. I'm just along for the ride and hoping I make it to the end."

Honestly, what else can she do at the moment?

Stepping out, she lets the door lock behind her. "Demons, yes. Rock angels, yes. Never met a rock demon, though. My Earth didn't have any of those, though."

[skelepun]

"Heh. That's a life philosophy I can get behind. Can't say we've got many rock demons, either. Or those other things. I mean, I'm sure humans think that's what we are, but that doesn't exactly make it true."

Sans grins, offering his hand once more to get her back to work.

"All set?"

[allyisun]

"Pfft, you're no demon. You're just a spooky skeleton. And mostly nicer than the angels and demons I met."

She takes his hand, ready this time for the short trip back to the café. It would be so nice if she could do that! Then again, she can probably use the exercise of walking around.

sorry for the delay, busy weekend!

[skelepun]

"Heh. You're a good kid, Al." And he means it, grinning as he takes them on the shortest cut he can back to the smooth tiles and familiar decor of her cafe. She's more prepare for it now, and the trip only takes the space of time it would to lift a foot and set it down again.

"There ya go, all set. Oh, and by the way." Sans winks, grinning even wider. "Never got a chance to thank you for the extra whipped cream. That was real sweet of you."

[allyisun]

"Al?" she manages to get out before they're suddenly stepping into the café again. That's so trippy.

She actually groans aloud at the small pun, though it's mostly for show. "I swear to god, Sans, next time I'll just squirt the whole think up your nose hole."

While standing safely to one side.

[skelepun]

Groans are as good as gold to a guy like Sans, and he reaps his reward happily.

"Hey, no skin off my bones." Huh? Do ya geddit? Do ya?

[allyisun]

Allison groans even louder. "I am going to make you into soup stock, Sans! Just a while giant pot of soup stock that no one will want to eat because it tastes funny."

She would never actually make Sans soup, of course. That'd be gross.