[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!))

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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."

[bloodbinds]

He doesn't answer her question and she catches it, wary of the way people interact with her. She needs to ensure that no one suspects what she is, and dancing to LaCroix's tune with a blade above her head at all times has given her a painful idea of what it means to be conscious of how someone acts, what they say.

But Sans doesn't come off like others in the Masquerade. He seems...normal in speech, like someone straight out of L.A. It's almost comforting. "Seems like he needs it," she agrees, looking over at Papyrus. It's so strange to look at them, to see skeletons talking, engaging in conversation.

To his question, she shakes her head. "No, I haven't met him before. I work here in the medbay. I was...concerned. What happened earlier caused a big stir." She shrugs. "And I'm one of the only ones who work this late, so I figured I'd look in and see how you two were."

[skelepun]

"Oh." Sans bursts, feeling a little silly for questioning her in the first place. The unintended loudness of his answer doubles down on that silly feeling, and Sans can't quite help the flush on his face as he shrugs. So much for playing it cool. The past few hours had taken more of a toll on his calm than Sans realized.

"Heh, yeah, I guess we know how to crash a party. Or just, y'know. Crash in general." Sans lowers his hand from the back of his neck, letting it fall over his brother's. "Thanks for looking in on him. I get it's your job, but, y'know."