june intro log overflow

[hohnkai]

This is an overflow for the intro post.

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I'M SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE SUCH A SHORT DUMB TAG

[peridork]

"But legs don't have EXPRESSIONS!" Peridot argues, obviously flustered by Sans' line of thinking. She's not even going to touch on the whole sticky expression bit; one thing at a time.

IT'S TOTALLY OKAY

[skelepun]

"Do you always view the world literally, stretch, or is it just a preference?"

[peridork]

"No, I just find Organic methods of humor... confusing. And more often than not, irritating," the gem growls defensively, glancing away for a second and blushing angrily. "It's... Look, I'm working on it, okay??"

[skelepun]

"Hey, no offense meant, honest." Well, not entirely honest, but Sans' teasing tone took a sudden back seat to his curiosity. "Wanna show me what you're working on?"

He waits a beat, then ushers her forward again with a lazy wave of the hand.

"Go on, we call it workshopping in the comedy biz."

[peridork]

She watches the gesture. Eyes flick back up to meet his weird, hollow eye sockets.

"Uhhhhm..."

Peridot trails off, tensing uncomfortably. She does not even remotely understand what he's asking her to do.

[skelepun]

"Y'know." Sans prompts further, waving a hand as if coaxing her along. "Workshopping? You tell me a joke, I tell you if I think it's funny or how it could be better?"

[peridork]

"Well what I meant was that I'm working on understanding the customs and mechanics around the concept as a whole, but, alright," says Peridot, a rather bit snidely. "I have done conducted a good amount of research on classic "jokes". Let me think..."

She taps her chin with one chalk-shaped finger, squinting thoughtfully for a moment, and then brightening suddenly. "Oh! Alright, I've just recalled one that, if I remember correctly, is supposed to be delivered by my asking you a question to which I actually already know the answer, and then even if you know the answer, you have to pretend that you don't. So: Why do humans put fences around the plots of land that they use to bury the corpses of their fellow humans?"

[skelepun]

The rundown was very much appreciated. Who was going to turn down a refresher course?

"Uh huh." Sans beamed, enjoying the entire display a little too much. "Why do humans put fences around the plots of lands they use to bury the corpses of their fellow humans?"

[peridork]

"Because people are expiring to get in!" she proclaims, sweeping her arms up in a grand gesture for emphasis. She almost immediately starts to snicker at her own joke. "You know, because humans have comparatively insignificant lifespans? And it's ironic, because the fence implies that it's meant to keep people from sneaking in before they're ready, as if they are eager to enter such a place, when in actuality, no human in their right mind would actually be excited about that."

PRAISE HER COMEDIC PROWESS AT ONCE.

[skelepun]

The grin that spreads wider and wider across Sans' face is nothing short of achingly pleased. Praise, hallelujah, praise.

"Holy crap." He begins, voice a convincing display of awestruck. "You're a natural."

[peridork]

Well that's weird. Aren't people generally supposed to laugh when you tell a good joke?

Well. Peridot's thrilled enough by Sans's positive feedback that she immediately decides it's not worth wondering too hard about that. She beams, earnestly thrilled by the reception.

"You really think so!? I mean - Of course I am, I'm naturally incredible at everything I do, but I suppose that's not really the point-"

[skelepun]

Without hesitation, Sans reaches across the box, extending his hand to shake.

Of course, poised between two of his fingers is yet another business card; this one a little more direct. sans the skeleton: talent agent

"Tell me, P, do you have representation?"

[peridork]

She cocks her head. Takes the card with one hand and distractedly shakes with the other, holding the piece of paper up right up to her visor so she can squint at it.

"Hah. Representation for what...?" Peridot asks without looking away from the writing. She's still grinning enthusiastically.

(Later, she's going to have to take a moment to mentally praise herself for being so incredible at shaking hands. Reading something AND partaking in a friendly shake? At the same time? Truly, she has come far in mastering this skill, ever since the day that Bruce first taught her about the custom.)

[skelepun]

(A skill so few master in this business.)

"Your comedy, o'course." Sans explains, not missing a beat. "Or whatever else you've got packed away in there. I think you've got real star quality, kid."