[Open] working your fingers to the bones, cause nobody loves you when you're gone

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

Who: Papyrus, Sans, and YOU!
When: March 12th and onwards
Where: Medbay
What: Papyrus had a really bad idea that nearly got himself and Sans killed. Sans put out a call for help. This log is for the general followup/aftermath.
Warnings: Broken bones and hearts, cracked skulls, life draining, will add more if necessary.

((OOC Note: The translator event will affect the skeletons, so anyone tagging in on the 13th will be in for a lively game of charades!))

Comments

OTA - same as above, any format fine!

[skelepun]

The crack in his skull was barely a scrape by most standards, not even enough to stagger most people. For Sans, it was life threatening, and even now that it was healed a faint sliver of light colored bone showed plainly just how close Sans had come to yet another "vacation."

And all for something so... well, Sans refused to dwell on it, not when his brother was still laid up and recovering.

That's where anyone could find him, leaning next to Papyrus' bed in the med bay and flipping through magazines without actually reading a word. Any visitors are awarded with an immediate once over.

"If you want to see Pap, he's still asleep."

12th

[pleasereset]

Everything had happened so fast. It was only a little while ago that Asriel "met" Papyrus' friend, Palatino, and vowed to help save the monster that was sealed away. The next thing Asriel knew, there was a panicked phone call from Sans. Asriel's still not sure what's going on, but while he wasn't there in time to help, he did head to medbay instead.

When he reaches Papyrus, Sans is there to great him first. Asriel pauses in his steps, not entirely sure how to proceed.

He's never seen Sans in that much rough shape before. Asriel's words come out a little awkwardly.

"Oh um... I'll be quiet, so I don't wake him."

[skelepun]

Seeing Asriel is more of an event than Sans anticipates. It's one thing to know the little monster as a former prince of his people, it's wholly another to know him as the son of his best friend.

Kinda makes a guy feel obligated to smooth over the rougher wrinkles. Smiling kindly, Sans waves a hand.

"No, no, don't worry about it, kid. He's out cold." For emphasis, he leaned down next to where Papyrus' ear would be, if he had any. Sans raised his voice. "Yo, Pap, Asriel's here to see you. You've goat to wake up!"

Nothing. Sans leans back in his chair, gesturing demonstratively.

"See? You can scream your little heart out."

[pleasereset]

Asriel holds his breath for a moment, expecting Papyrus to fly out of bed with someone yelling in his ear. But there's no response, and Asriel gives a nervous chuckle at the joke.

"Ha ha... I don't do a whole lot of screaming." He offers a nervous smile before finding a place to sit. The smile disappears when he glances down at Papyrus, examining all of the damage.

"This was all from Palatino?"

sorry about the goat - March 12th

[inruins]

After everything that had happened, Toriel isn't about to miss visiting the brothers. Her voice is low, careful not to awaken the sleeping monster. "I should hope so. He needs the rest." She has to glance at Papyrus worriedly before shifting her gaze back to Sans.

She narrows her eyes slightly at the faint scrape. "Though, I feel like we should have a discussion, outside." It is less of a suggestion, even with the softness of her voice.

never apologize

[skelepun]

Leave it to a queen to never forget how to give orders, and leave it to Toriel to know how to do it with class. Sans can't even find it in himself to resist, no matter how much he hates leaving Papyrus's side.

His brother's an adult, and he's safe now. It would be fine. If anything, Toriel was a far more dangerous prospect.

"...You got it, T." He finally agrees, getting up off his chair.

[inruins]

It is second nature at times to fall into old habits, to be queen without realizing it. When Sans rises from his chair, she wordless gestures for him to follow her out into the hallway, away from the quiet of the medbay.

When they're outside in the hall, she speaks. "It would be best if you tell me what happened. Do not spare details for my benefit." Toriel isn't completely oblivious to lies by omission, much less the need to shuffle things to protect one's family.

12th

[seeingscarlet]

Wanda's quiet a moment - she's not going to make Sans tell her what happened when it almost ended in tragedy, not when she can figure it out painlessly. They were so, so lucky...Wanda's seen into "Palatino's" mind and it was quite possibly even more painful than poking around in Ultron's head.

Her voice is quiet, barely over a whisper. "Do you need anything?"

[skelepun]

Sans blinks at the sight of her. There's an unwritten message to Wanda sitting in Sans' drafts on his MID. Seeing her in person makes him wonder briefly if, perhaps, he didn't need to send it for her to know about that.

Or maybe he's just feeling paranoid. That's probably it.

"Nah, nah, I'm good." He pushes a hand over the healed crack reflexively. "I was just thinking 'bout you, actually."

12th

[tigermillionaire]

Steven's been in the medbay before, and though it was for stuff mostly unrelated to actually being injured, it's left a familiarity with it all the same. He saw Sans's post on the network too late, and his best guess was to go directly here instead of running around elsewhere. There had been a lot of people responding to offer assistance - they'd be okay, or at least that's what he had to believe.

He scampers up to Papyrus's bed, relieved just to see them both intact. He peeks up over the foot of it, making the same observation that Sans is quick to point out - he's asleep. It's hard to know what to say - he'd only just heard about Palantino recently, and now this.

He swishes his tail nervously.

"Did the doctors say he'd be okay?" he asks.

[skelepun]

Seeing Steven brought a fresh crease between Sans' brow bones. It's a little humiliating, being laid up like this for such a stupid and avoidable reason, but if Papyrus wasn't awake to defend his pride then Sans would have to do it for him.

"Oh yeah, this guy? He's gonna be fine. You know how Pap is, he's tough as nails."

12

[visionarie]

He looks down at him, noting the small details of his skeleton.

"I would prefer not to disturb him," he tells him with a slight bend of his head. "You were the one who sent the distress message on the network." A statement.

[skelepun]

The stranger gets his own sizing up on Sans' end, subconsciously positioning himself a little closer to his brother.

"You got me." An answer. "Hope I didn't worry you or anything, man, things were a little crazy last night."

March 13

[rraidergirl]

She's beginning to wonder if they will ever see each other in moments that aren't lined with exhaustion. The softly mumbled words don't register right away, she's more distracted with looking him over, terror eaten away to worry. She had followed the doctor down to the cargo bay, but had been entierly useless in helping.

She was good at piecing together bone fragments, but it was one thing to do it for someone long dead and another for someone alive and hurting.

Now, she leans over and presses a careful, gentle kiss against the ghost line of the healed crack. "You should try to sleep."

[skelepun]

It's nice. A warm sort of gentle affection that leaves Sans feeling somehow more tired. Not the bone deep exhaustion he has to slog through on a bad day, but something more akin to relaxation.

Things were terrifying and the guilt is thick in his chest, but it was over. Papyrus is going to be okay and Lara was here, keeping an eye on things. Being close to his family gave him strength, despite himself. He brought a bony hand to Lara's, squeezing it gently."

"Heh... guess we're all kind of in a state of relative disrepair, huh?"

12th

[bloodbinds]

She misses much of the commotion due to sleep but hears about it later, even once everything has (mostly) died down. Someone was injured while trying to get through the door. It isn't much of her business, she supposes, but she's also curious about what happened...and she has the added advantage of being awake for the evening to help out. The medical bay is where she makes her rounds at night as it is, both for food and for work, and once she's seen to her own needs privately she goes to investigate and help where she can.

It's alarming to see the skeletons, one prone on the bed and the other sitting nearby, but not as surprising. Peter had told her that there were skeletons, friendly ones, and gave her the warning so she wouldn't freak out. Ava makes her way over cautiously, silent in her steps as any good vampire should be, and stands some distance away from Sans to look on.

"I wanted to see if he was okay and if there was anything I could do." She's no doctor, medic, or nurse, even if she's patched herself up in the middle of a firefight with relative ease. It's all very new to her. She looks over at Sans. "Are you okay?" She doesn't know him, no, but...they all belong to the same crew now. Might as well make friends and be nice.

[skelepun]

The parade of visitors throughout the day was more than Sans could have possibly expected, but none of them surprised Sans. If anything, the visitors were something of a wake up call. His brother was beloved here -- as well he should be, in Sans' opinion -- and perhaps the same was true of himself.

That he had some trouble comprehending. Luckily, it was easy enough to shuck the blame off on Papyrus. His brother was cool enough for the both of them, after all.

But all of that reasoning went out the window at the sight of a stranger. Blinking, Sans cocked his skull to the side at the new face.

"Oh, uh, nah. Just letting him sleep it off, y'know?" The question about whether he's okay is a little surprising, too. Sans subconsciously looks himself over. Does he need a shower or something? Or maybe he's just gripping the sheets on his brother's bed too tightly.

Sans decides to answer that question but not answering it at all. Best way.

"Are you a friend of Papyrus's? Thought I knew all his buddies, heh."

12th

[takeitslow]

"Maybe I just came to watch him sleep." Peter quipped dryly as he walked, actually and humanly walked, through the bay. As much as he loved showing off his powers, running into anything in such a sensitive place was a no go and he didn't want to startle either of the brothers. "Maybe I came to see you."

He stopped near the foot of the bed, looking over Papyrus uncomfortably. "How are you guys holding up?"

[skelepun]

"I'm not gonna lie, it's a pretty rare and wonderful sight. He's almost never like this." Sans teased back, though most of his usual laconic humor was gone, replaced with genuine fondness and worry for his little brother.

Peter was a friend. He could stand to relax the I'm fine, no really front around him. Not all the way of course, but even a degree was an achievement.

Even if Sans wasn't about to explicitly spell anything out. Not about him, anyway.

"Not his first break or anything. Definitely the worst, but the healers here are great, they patched him right up." There were scarring cracks interweaving through Papyrus' arm, of course, to match the one on Sans' head. Still. Sans looked proud of his brother all the same. "He was really brave."

12th

[gainedlove]

Frisk nods quietly, walking over with an usually solemn expression. Pulling another chair over to sit next to Sans, their eyes are drawn back to that healed-over crack. They know how fragile Sans is, how very little it takes for him to be seriously injured. Aside from...Chara...this is the worst they've ever seen happen to him.

"...does it hurt?"

[skelepun]

Seeing Frisk is both a pleasure and somewhat uncomfortable. He's not used to the child seeing him at his worst, and yet they'd had front row seats to his mini-meltdown. So much for reinventing their strained relationship, with him in the role of distant yet kind nebulous-older-relative.

Ah well.

"This?" Sans shrugs off the question, chuckling. "Nothing these old bones can't handle."

March 12

[neveroutwrenched]

Ratchet had just come back from the lower levels, desperate to confirm what Sans had said, that the door was undisturbed and that Pala- Ploiatos was where they'd left it. Locked away, unable to hurt anyone. At least anyone outside the room.

Satisfied, (if you wanted to call it that) he'd come here. A glance at Papyrus gives Ratchet a pang of misplaced guilt. There wasn't anything he could have done about it, he knew that but maybe...if he had known. If he'd paid more attention, or...it doesn't matter.

He doesn't answer Sans, just looks over at him, his expression hard. Expectant.

[skelepun]

Sans stares back, though as the silence draws on longer so too does his resolve seem to crumble to dust. How ironic.

"Look. I know. I fucked up."

Morning of the 12th - MAYBE BOTH...? 8D

[tearmeanewone]

Elizabeth looks a little frazzled and tired as she enters the medical bay, uniform on, immediately scanning the beds and knowing exactly who she's looking for. She's been dealing with fallout since the incident, in addition to making absolutely sure Ploiatos isn't about to exploit some weakness left in his cell by the disturbance. Has she slept? Debatable.

"But he's recovering, right? The medical team arrived in time?"

HOHO

[skelepun]

Seeing the Moira's first mate grace them with her presence would be a lot more of an event if it wasn't, well, Elizabeth. A sweet kid with a tough job on her shoulders, and one Sans wasn't in any mood to make harder.

"Yeah, everyone did a great job." He means it, too. For all his reservations about non-monster healers looking over his brother, Papyrus looked to be on the fast track towards recovery. The same could be said of him, hairline crack and all. "How about you, kid, you doing alright?"

'Cuz you don't look it goes unsaid, but implied.