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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Comments

[skelepun]

Well, they're not always destroyed. Not in the literal sense. [Implying that there are, in fact, a few planets that were destroyed in the literal sense. Welp.] But they always seem worse off, somehow. Maybe a few of the changes are for the better, but we never stick around long enough to see how all the unrest shakes out.

[To his actual question:] So I guess, I dunno? Our captains like to meddle, I guess?

[cardboard_boss]

Are you saying that the captains are responsible for the destruction of these planets? [Because he doesn't like the sound of that.]

Sounds like they don't care.

[skelepun]

At least one, yeah. That was before I got here, though. [Sans rubs at the back of his skull, brow bone furrowed.] It had a funny name, like a toothpaste. Cat Guts Primary, only... y'know, more like a toothpaste.

[Yeesh. This ketchup was working through his system fast.]

It was made of crystal or glass or something, though, so maybe it was an accident. The people there for it really don't like talking about it.