[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

I'm pretending super hard for you, he's beautiful when he smiles

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

Papyrus sits up a bit straighter. All of this sounds so much more interesting. He's almost happy to be stuck in bed; all these cool people are telling him great stories. "I've never been to a carnival, but I've read about them! They sound amazing: tests of strength, delightful prizes, I might even be convinced to try the terrible junk food!"

Maybe that last part is an exaggeration, but at least now he's thoroughly distracted.

AAHH,,,

[knaval]

"The junk food is truly terrible. I think I still have a space corn-dog stuck inside me somewhere."

Riptide-- or rather, his holoform, snorts, flickering.

"They're pretty popular. I'll be surprised if we don't end up near one... I mean, I'm pretty sure Emiri would've had one. If even that did end, uh. Super badly."

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

"Sans would be so pleased."

He's grinning even more just thinking about that. A never ending array of grease and sugar? He'd probably never be able to get his brother to leave. He might even be genuinely happy in a place like that.

Suddenly, he really wants to go.

"Perhaps in one of the other towns, but not the one I was in! Avelle had an abundance of parties, in my experience."

An awkward pause.

"Also jails."

[knaval]

"Maybe we could suggest it to the captain, eh? He seems like the type that would enjoy a rollercoaster."

It occurs to Riptide, suddenly, he doesn't really know Sans all that well. Or Papyrus.

"Huh. Sounds like an odd combination. Like a trap Ultra Magnus set or something."

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

"That's a brilliant idea! I'm sure our captains would love to find a carnival planet! Just as long as this one doesn't end up destroyed or... murdery."

Which has been the case in one way or another in every world they go to, as far as Papyrus is aware.

"Who's Ultra Magnus?"

[knaval]

"I refuse to believe all planets are like that. We should drop by navigations, see what's around whatever system we're currently in."

Riptide can only assume navigations sorta know what's going on.

"Oh, he's my boss. Usually in the cargo bay. Hates fun. Constant frown."

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

That seems like a decent enough assumption. Papyrus has always just taken it for granted that they're being taken to the coolest worlds.

"He does? Well, then it's settled! We need to find a world where he has no option but to have fun and enjoy it!"

Besides, the mental image of a large grumpy robot on a ferris wheel is too compelling for him to let go of now.

[knaval]

Riptide can't help but break into giggles at Papyrus's enthusiasm. He can tell already that combined with Tailgate, they'd be an unstoppable team.

"You know what? I want to see that. It's a deal! When you're out of here, gimme a buzz."

Which... unfortunately, brings Riptide back to the reality that Papyrus is actually in the medibay.

"Um. Relating to that... how are you feeling?"

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

Papyrus was nodding enthusiastically and agreeing, though the second question makes him hesitate. He still grins, though it's a bit strained now.

"Well, they said I broke a couple of bones, which is extra unfortunate for a skeleton! And it seems Palatino has an usual penchant for... draining health?"

He feels a lot better after sleeping so long, but it was frightening how quickly his health had been drained. A few seconds more and he would have been dust on the floor.

[knaval]

"Draining... health?" he repeats, confused. Maybe Papyrus means draining fuel? That would suck.

"Sounds like a sparkeater... is he still behind the door?"

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

"As far as I know, yes! Sans and I didn't open the door, we just... got past it."

Unfortunately, he doesn't know how or why Sans can do that neat little teleporting trick. Just that he often shows up or vanishes as he pleases, which makes it a lot harder to pester him about getting work done.

[knaval]

"Ah. Maybe... uh, maybe postpone any visits you have planned for a while, yeah?"

Riptide is sure he's heard of a situation exactly like this before...

"The important thing is you're okay! And so is Sans!"

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

"Well, I still have quite a lot of work to do, but worry not! I'll try to do it from here!"

Sans would probably go find him if he tried to escape anyway.

[knaval]

"I keep forgetting there are actual jobs with paperwork that exist in this ship..."

Riptide's more than likely has paperwork, all of which he's probably ignored.

"I was gonna offer to help, actually, but I'm not good at paperwork. Do you have anything that isn't boring like that? I could do that."

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

"Why, yes! Actually, most of my job isn't paperwork!" That was left up to Pepper. "As a morale officer, my job is to do my best to cheer up the people on this ship! It's harder than it sounds, but don't tell anyone I said that."

[knaval]

"I won't. It sounds like it would be hard anyway, everyone has so many issues... I mean, if you could get Ultra Magnus or Megatron to smile then you'd be immediately elevated to god-like entertainer status."

He shrugs.

"You can come join me on the wings if you need some time away from it all. Space is good for that."