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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[skelepun]

"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."

[skelepun]

"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."

[skelepun]

"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.