inruins: <lj user="mymostvunlerable"> (Relaxed/gentle/talkative)
Toriel ([personal profile] inruins) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log2016-04-01 04:14 pm

Pie for everyone

Who: Toriel & you!
When: April 2nd
Where: Mess Hall
What: Toriel announces on the network she's made Snail Pie. Clearly people should come and get some.
Warnings: Snail pie, monsters, shenanigans.

True to her word, Toriel has taken over a table in the mess hall to offer people some of her favorite type of pie.

A several paper plates are laid out along with borrowed utensils. On the table sits a uncovered snail pie. The pie itself smells savory and fresh. A tempting offer for any curious about what it could taste like. Newbies and oldies alike are welcome to approach the table.

Next to it is a covered dish. A firm 'Do not touch!' note settled atop it. Anyone who touches it will get a firm reprimand from the monster seated at the table.

Toriel herself is settled back in a chair, drinking some tea. Anyone who approaches will earn a friendly smile and greeting from the 6'9 boss monster.

"Ah, hello! Would you like a slice of pie, dear?"
dragonspride: (A soldier on my own I don't know the way)

[personal profile] dragonspride 2016-05-19 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
He closed his eyes for moment with a quiet rumble. "Everyone here is from different worlds... I'm not even sure they've thought about whether whatever fear or hurt they're reacting to is even something anybody else has a concept of. The more people realize how far they are from home, the better off everyone here is."

Gods knew that, while he appreciated the adoption, he knew that the kind of monster he was and the kind of monster Toriel was were two very different things - and he'd hate to have something like one of the Bloody Bones showing up, who were genocidal because of a loss and would probably refuse to acknowledge that Tori, Papyrus, Sans, and Asriel weren't the same kind of monsters.

"We managed some small things in the last place I was, even with the town that did this -" He tapped his broken off-spine and made a vague gesture at his wings, even if the scars covered the backs of them. "I think if there could be pockets of peace there, then it would be possible anywhere."