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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[swaddledog]

Yeah. You've been saying. [ She smiles slightly, then settles the steering wheel down by the seat. ] The Wretched barter with scrap for water and food, sometimes so that their sons are taken. We use the scrap to build our cars and steering wheels.

[ Furiosa reaches up and hooks her fingers into the roof, then slides it open. Once it's open she stands up, then climbs out, pausing with one leg still dangling down. ]

Two supercharged V8 engines, by the way, to answer your question before. Is there anything specific you want to know?

[skelepun]

[V8 sounds familiar, right alongside flashy pictures of red sports cards Papyrus loved so much. Two of them in one vehicle? And supercharged no less? The look on his brother's face when he gets a load of this thing is enough to buoy Sans' own enthusiasm.]

Yeah. [Sans doesn't climb up, but the moment Furiosa takes her eyes off him -- even for just a moment -- she'll find him suddenly beside her up on the roof of the cab.] What's it feel like to drive this thing?