[Closed] How to make new friends

[notpatsy]

Who: Trish Walker and Sans
When: At some point before Bruce comes back from his canon update
Where: By his cryo unit
What: Trish is talking to the Brucicle and possibly makes a new friend
Warnings: Will add if necessary



She goes to the cryo unit every day, sometimes more than once. She doesn't always stay long (though sometimes she does) but she does make a point of going there at least once a day. If she can't think of anything to say, she'll just sit there and meditate for a while because she thinks he would like that, but most of the time she does have something to say. She'll talk about her day, what she has planned for her next broadcast, or she will tell him that he'd better wake up eventually or she will kill him.

Every day she worries that he just... won't be there anymore. That this is how their story will end. A great big unresolved could have been.

Today isn't a talky day, but she can't really find the peace of mind to meditate either so she just stands there sort of staring.

"Please just come back."

A quiet little whisper, and she hates how vulnerable the sound is. How loud it seems in the quiet space that surrounds her.

But most of all she hates that it doesn't matter what she says, he'll stay in that damn cryo unit until he's good and ready to come out. Or until he vanishes.

Comments

I'M SO SORRY, I thought I hit this!

[skelepun]

The cryo unit, of all places on the ship, is usually pretty quiet. Recouping bodies had a lot less to say than the rest on the ship, and catching a nap between the cryotubes was the closest thing to privacy Sans gets when you share a room with three other talkative people.

Occasionally one sees people milling outside it, of course. His own brother kept up a constant vigil while he was away 'on vacation,' and Sans knows he would do the same if their positions were reversed. If Sans sees mourners, it's no calcium off his bones to find another spot to nap.

Though after two days of returning to find the same woman in the same place, seemingly unmoved, Sans can't help but feel a small pit of concern.

He knows her, of course -- he makes it his business to know everyone. Trish Walker, a radio personality on the ship and friend to many -- particularly Bruce Banner, the man Sans has been paying thoughtful mind to ever since he begin the resurgence process. Bruce was kind to him, and by all accounts Trish was equally so.

Call him sentimental, but seeing her all alone (or, at least, locked in a onesided conversation) spurred Sans into something he didn't usually care for: action.

"Uh, hey there." Sans was suddenly very aware of how his bones rattle against each other on his approach. "I saw you here the other day. Just wondering, but have you eaten?"

DON'T WORRY I LOVE YOU

[notpatsy]

Okay, so Trish has sort of gotten used to some seriously weird shit happening, but there is still something about being spoken to by a skeleton that freaks her out a little. Or a lot.

Yeah, it freaks her out a lot.

Actually, she very nearly screams when she sees Sans, but somehow manages to hold it in while her brain tries to process the question he asked.

"What?"

Yeah, it didn't go very well.

How is he even talking? HE HAS NO VOCAL CHORDS.

[skelepun]

The fear in her eyes isn't exactly new, and Sans takes it in stride. Oh, humans. Considering how much he's learned about human anatomy since arriving, their fear of him makes even less sense. Not that he seems to mind it too much, grinning with a quick little wave -- whether it's in greeting or to snap her out of it isn't clear.

"I asked if you're hungry. Y'know, food, drink, that whole thing?"

[notpatsy]

Okay, she can do this. She can talk to a skeleton without completely losing it.

""I... I don't know."

Actually now that he's asking she's not sure how long it's been since the last time she ate. She's fairly certain that food happened at some point she just... can't seem to pinpoint the exact time.

Okay, no, time to start making some sense, the talking skeleton is just trying to be friendly.

The talking skeleton is just trying to be friendly.

Jesus.

"I mean. I probably should be. Can't really remember what the last thing I ate was."

[skelepun]

The more confusion she seems to show, the less Sans feels he can contribute it to alarm over his appearance. It's her friend laying nearby, after all, with a question mark looming over whether or not he'd come back or not.

Sans is sure he would, but certainty is hard when you have reason to be afraid.

"I was saving this for later." Sans explains, pulling a semi-squashed sandwich wrapped in cellophane from his pocket. "But I think you could use it more."

[notpatsy]

"Oh. Thanks, that's really sweet of you."

She considers declining the offer, but as soon as she lays eyes on the sandwich her stomach lets out a very audible growl, which she decides to take as her cue to just take the sandwich.

"I'm Trish."

Said as she starts unwrapping the cellophane, thinking to herself that it's really kind of weird that she has been transported to another universe, and still there are sandwiches wrapped in plastic.

[skelepun]

Some things never change.

"Heya, Trish. I'm Sans." On cue, he reaches into his other pocket, pulling out a second sandwich. For later's later. "Take a load off, I'll eat with ya."

He settles down by the wall, bones creaking slightly before getting to work unwrapping his own sandwich.

"Waiting on someone?"

[notpatsy]

She settles down next to him, finding that once you get over the first holy shit moment it's really not that hard to accept talking to a skeleton as long as you don't think too hard about it. She's in space for crying out loud, she has seen flying whales. Nothing's impossible out here.

"Yeah."

She nods in the direction of Bruce's cryo unit.

"Sleeping Beauty over there."

[skelepun]

"Bruce? Heh, yeah, I had a hunch. He seems like a popular guy." It's the nice way of saying especially popular with you, but Sans isn't about to go too on the nose with it. He doesn't even have a nose.

"First time having someone go through this?"

[notpatsy]

"Yeah, it is."

She sighs and gives the cryo unit a mournful look.

"You know him?"

Or is he here to check on someone else maybe?

[skelepun]

"Vaguely. I know he runs the science department around here. We star-ted talking once over at the observatory, but..." Well, Sans let that particular relationship atrophy a little. Avoidance is one hell of a drug, especially when it game to dipping his toe back into science.

He left that behind a long time ago.

"You guys close?"