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A party's a great idea! Yeah, I can talk to... security?
Hey, where are you holding this party, anyway? There's different security in space.
Hey, where are you holding this party, anyway? There's different security in space.
The cookhouse, here on the carnival. With all due respect ta the organizers of this whole event....
I don't particularly feel safe on it. [Almost as safe as his life being in Herbert's hands, actually.]
I don't particularly feel safe on it. [Almost as safe as his life being in Herbert's hands, actually.]
I've certainly felt safer in the carnival than out of it, of late... [Mostly because of Wismuth and the Manor, but the less said about space station mishaps - or Herbert's healthcare - the better.]
So what should I tell them? To keep Steven away, and distracted... until festivities time?
So what should I tell them? To keep Steven away, and distracted... until festivities time?
Tell them if they want ta help me cook, or decorate the cookhouse, contact me! Feathers will be distractin' Steven, but if anyone else has other ideas, they're free ta go for it.
Just as long as he's not told, of course.
Just as long as he's not told, of course.
Oh, okay! I'll notify them... and the rest of the Labor crew? And swear them to the utmost discretion! Maybe even communicate with notes, so there's no chance of being over heard.
If only I had invisible ink...
If only I had invisible ink...
Ha. Whatever works for ya, as long as word gets out.
Will I see ya over there yerself?
Will I see ya over there yerself?
Of course! What a terrible shame it would be, to spread the invites but not attend myself... That's practically false advertising!
More importantly, should we bring anything besides ourselves?
More importantly, should we bring anything besides ourselves?
If ya can wrangle a gift for him, I'm sure he'd appreciate it, but I know this is last minute! I figure he'll be pretty happy with the party alone.
Oh, I can just do a housewarming gift. I have those laying around all the time!
[So, that talk with Sans sure happened. And boy was it weird. Aside from how concerning HE was, the writing was, well. Worse. And she still doesn't know what it was even about. Something something time tunnels??
Regardless, she seeks out Papyrus. Or, well, whatever his name is (she remembers it, but she isn't thinking of it).
When she eventually locates him, he'll be in for a surprise- making a slight show of her flight being wobbly, she abruptly starts careening downward.
She hopes she lands on his head. Otherwise she hopes she got his attention because that works too.]
Regardless, she seeks out Papyrus. Or, well, whatever his name is (she remembers it, but she isn't thinking of it).
When she eventually locates him, he'll be in for a surprise- making a slight show of her flight being wobbly, she abruptly starts careening downward.
She hopes she lands on his head. Otherwise she hopes she got his attention because that works too.]
[Yeah, Papyrus doesn't notice the incoming head-friend at all; his brother hasn't been in any of the places he'd expected, the people he's talked to since last night haven't seen him either, and the last time this happened was awful. Not recommended! 1 star!
So he startles a little at the sudden feet and wings on his head, and crosses his eyes trying to look up.]
Uh! Hello there! Were you looking... to ride the Yehudi express?
Normally people who take me up on it can't fly, but each to their own...
So he startles a little at the sudden feet and wings on his head, and crosses his eyes trying to look up.]
Uh! Hello there! Were you looking... to ride the Yehudi express?
Normally people who take me up on it can't fly, but each to their own...
Um, um...um... [It is a very Um day, apparently. Reira clambers a bit, speaking as she does so.] I was going to fly, or run maybe, but I think I got tired so...
[Spoilers, she is Not tired. She just knows lying about things seems to be key to keeping things going here. Reira angles herself near the saber tooth's ear however, whispering-] ...Something is really weird... Sans is different today, and he forgot about the paper I was going to use I think...
[She admittedly worries that she only imagined asking him for that stuff the other day. Still, he was super weird.]
[Spoilers, she is Not tired. She just knows lying about things seems to be key to keeping things going here. Reira angles herself near the saber tooth's ear however, whispering-] ...Something is really weird... Sans is different today, and he forgot about the paper I was going to use I think...
[She admittedly worries that she only imagined asking him for that stuff the other day. Still, he was super weird.]
What?! You've- [His outburst is too-loud, too surprised, and he realizes it.] You've gotten tired, that's fine! I can give you a lift.
[He immediately veers off the path he's been walking on, looking for somewhere noisy to keep talking. Like a metal-working shop, or a waterfall, or something, and continues in a lower voice.]
You've really seen him...? How was he different?
[He immediately veers off the path he's been walking on, looking for somewhere noisy to keep talking. Like a metal-working shop, or a waterfall, or something, and continues in a lower voice.]
You've really seen him...? How was he different?
Mn. He was in the library, [she whispers, as quietly as she dares. Being right by his ear like this, it'll make it easier for him to hear her where no one else can at least.]
That part was normal, because he goes there to try and write. ...Normally he has a lot of papers where he starts little things, and then doesn't have anything else, so I asked if I could use those to make a shadow sculpture, [She continues. As usual for Reira, she is giving far more context than is at all necessary- but Papyrus isn't Childermass, so she's not really thinking about keeping it concise.]
...Mnh...but, maybe I didn't ask, because he seemed confused when I asked him about the paper today. ...He was also writing a lot more, and didn't seem as upset about the writing part...there wasn't even any paper I could use for my sculpture...
[Ah, but before she forgets. Well. She shudders as she remembers the part that made her finally fly away.] Umn...W..what he was writing though...
[She trails off, not quite sure how to describe this bit.]
That part was normal, because he goes there to try and write. ...Normally he has a lot of papers where he starts little things, and then doesn't have anything else, so I asked if I could use those to make a shadow sculpture, [She continues. As usual for Reira, she is giving far more context than is at all necessary- but Papyrus isn't Childermass, so she's not really thinking about keeping it concise.]
...Mnh...but, maybe I didn't ask, because he seemed confused when I asked him about the paper today. ...He was also writing a lot more, and didn't seem as upset about the writing part...there wasn't even any paper I could use for my sculpture...
[Ah, but before she forgets. Well. She shudders as she remembers the part that made her finally fly away.] Umn...W..what he was writing though...
[She trails off, not quite sure how to describe this bit.]
Mmhmm, [he nods along to most of her story, because it all matches up with what he's seen. Every time he's stopped by to find his brother in the library, 'Umab' keeps gathering writing supplies, starting to write things, and then blotting out his own writing. At this rate Sans should just pretend to be inspired by ink blot art, or something. It'd look a lot less suspicious than constantly censoring himself...
...but then, without constantly censoring the important things, it wouldn't be Sans, would it? That's so Sans that even Reira knows it. Maybe the mysterious inspiration finally found him...?]
What he was... writing? Was it... stuff we're, uh, not talking about?
...but then, without constantly censoring the important things, it wouldn't be Sans, would it? That's so Sans that even Reira knows it. Maybe the mysterious inspiration finally found him...?]
What he was... writing? Was it... stuff we're, uh, not talking about?
[Slight record scratch there.] ...no.
[Anyway.] I don't know what it was, I just know it kept on going, and going, and going, and had 'time tunnels', and other things I don't know...
...but it's weird because he couldn't even make a few sentences, and now he's making really long ones... [Like the energizer bunny Pap. Like the energizer bunny.]
[Anyway.] I don't know what it was, I just know it kept on going, and going, and going, and had 'time tunnels', and other things I don't know...
...but it's weird because he couldn't even make a few sentences, and now he's making really long ones... [Like the energizer bunny Pap. Like the energizer bunny.]
Hmm... That sounds like things he used to write. And talk about, in the middle of... [Maybe he shouldn't talk about his brother's alcohol experiences with the child.] Very late nights!
But, it's worrying he disappeared. Without any notice. Even if he's finally gotten 'inspired'... Did he say where he went?
But, it's worrying he disappeared. Without any notice. Even if he's finally gotten 'inspired'... Did he say where he went?
[That's still worrying, uh] ....that sounds like niisama when he doesn't sleep... ...that's not very good, [She adds flatly. But anyway.]
...I didn't know he was gone. I just went to find him where he normally writes so I could get my papers. I guess if you say it's normal though... [She just doesn't sound very sure of herself. Admittedly because she's now projecting worries of one brother onto someone else's brother.]
...I didn't know he was gone. I just went to find him where he normally writes so I could get my papers. I guess if you say it's normal though... [She just doesn't sound very sure of herself. Admittedly because she's now projecting worries of one brother onto someone else's brother.]
Hmm. No, it's... it's not normal. Not for anybody, even him... He hasn't done that stuff in years, I think.
[It's tricky to say for sure, with all the time Sans was in the carnival. But it doesn't seem likely Sans had been thinking enough to do that mysterious science stuff, with how on edge he'd been when Papyrus arrived.]
...But, I've been wanting to make things I've never tried making before. It could be more of the same. I don't know! How else was he weird?
[It's tricky to say for sure, with all the time Sans was in the carnival. But it doesn't seem likely Sans had been thinking enough to do that mysterious science stuff, with how on edge he'd been when Papyrus arrived.]
...But, I've been wanting to make things I've never tried making before. It could be more of the same. I don't know! How else was he weird?
So then something is probably wrong, [She mutters. She does not say 'I knew it!!' but the tone is certainly there.
She has other points however.] He was already doing that earlier. When he started things, but then started other things instead. That was what he was making. Starts of stories.
...He didn't write like 'today' until...'today'.
...He didn't even know he didn't have any pages like that today. He just looked and didn't find any, and it just felt weird...
[She doesn't even mean 'literally'. Honestly in terms of emotions he was probably...Fine. Except for the confusion. That thought has her curl up a bit behind Papyrus' ear.]
...he didn't remember the other honorables trying to help, [She realizes softly.] ...Maybe I didn't ask him for paper before, and thought I did but...
...I definitely saw other honorables ask if he wanted them to read his stories, or have help...
...he didn't remember that though...
[She seems to be following her own various trails of thought right now, unable to completely figure out what the source of all this is.]
She has other points however.] He was already doing that earlier. When he started things, but then started other things instead. That was what he was making. Starts of stories.
...He didn't write like 'today' until...'today'.
...He didn't even know he didn't have any pages like that today. He just looked and didn't find any, and it just felt weird...
[She doesn't even mean 'literally'. Honestly in terms of emotions he was probably...Fine. Except for the confusion. That thought has her curl up a bit behind Papyrus' ear.]
...he didn't remember the other honorables trying to help, [She realizes softly.] ...Maybe I didn't ask him for paper before, and thought I did but...
...I definitely saw other honorables ask if he wanted them to read his stories, or have help...
...he didn't remember that though...
[She seems to be following her own various trails of thought right now, unable to completely figure out what the source of all this is.]
[Papyrus' ear flicks a little reflexively as she shifts around back there, but he holds it forward once he notices. Fur is itchy, sometimes, and especially with friends sitting in it.]
So he's doing different things... writing different things... and he doesn't remember things about the last few days...?
...Maybe, it's not really Sans? But some kind of... illusion spell. [He grumbles] Which might sound made-up, but I've seen it before.
So he's doing different things... writing different things... and he doesn't remember things about the last few days...?
...Maybe, it's not really Sans? But some kind of... illusion spell. [He grumbles] Which might sound made-up, but I've seen it before.
Illusions are the made up things, I don't think spells for illusions would be the made up part.
[But hey what does she know. Regardless.] ...I don't have anything that can break magic... ...I practiced lots of things, but not that, [She adds.]
...You're the one who knows him most, so... ...I thought if you thought something was wrong, then I would know I have to get more help. Like...the doctor, or someone, [she adds- she means Herbert, naturally, but anyway.]
[But hey what does she know. Regardless.] ...I don't have anything that can break magic... ...I practiced lots of things, but not that, [She adds.]
...You're the one who knows him most, so... ...I thought if you thought something was wrong, then I would know I have to get more help. Like...the doctor, or someone, [she adds- she means Herbert, naturally, but anyway.]
If it comes up much more, I'm going to practice that. [He already knows a few sorts of magic, and you just toss bullets at each other to cancel them out; learning to cancel illusions should be easy! Probably.]
But you came to the right person, good choice. I'll check on him, and see if this is him-wrong or something else-wrong... and then... I'm not sure. If it's an illusion, I can just leave it be, I guess. [He's not happy about it, but everybody will hear what's going on soon enough.] What can the doctor do?
But you came to the right person, good choice. I'll check on him, and see if this is him-wrong or something else-wrong... and then... I'm not sure. If it's an illusion, I can just leave it be, I guess. [He's not happy about it, but everybody will hear what's going on soon enough.] What can the doctor do?
That sounds like a good idea. [Anything is possible if you put your mind to it, or something.
Either way, Reira feels a little proud- she did something good! YAY!
Shame Papyrus is about to be an outlaw now.] Mn...I don't know.
But Doctor Herbert is the 'Doctor', so he has to know something about fixing people.
Either way, Reira feels a little proud- she did something good! YAY!
But Doctor Herbert is the 'Doctor', so he has to know something about fixing people.
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