THE GREAT PAPYRUS! (
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thisavrou_log2016-03-12 12:17 am
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[Open] working your fingers to the bones, cause nobody loves you when you're gone
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!))
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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She tips her head, considering and then nods. Another pause and then she holds up a hand to give a sort of vague gesture, scrunching up her nose. Yes. Well. Probably.
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That sentiment is communicated with only the barest quirk of a brow bone. Moira incompetence was practically an inside joke among the entirety of the crew at this point.
Sans leans back in his chair, losing the fight against laughter. As if the situation wasn't more absurd before. He rubs at his temple, shaking his head with a shrug.
What a week, right?