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[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.]
[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...
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.]
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.]
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.]
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?
[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?
[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.]
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?
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.]
[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.
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.]
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?
[It's a shame! But he can make gold stars for her even as a fugitive, that doesn't decrease their value too much]
How ambiguous... but the logic works out. Let's make him the back-up plan, if the other ones don't work out. [Which means, of course, finish figuring out the first plans.] If he's not an illusion...
Well. If it's merely too much artistic inspiration, he'll react if I'm concerned. So I'll be concerned at him!
And... [Wismuth wasn't so long ago, after all] and if it's him, but something's... changed him very badly... I know 9S knows mind control stuff.
If that doesn't work, Herbert. [Does that cover all their bases, other than the find Sans part...?]
[She's going to dedicate a whole shadow sculpture to him.]
Umn.... ...ok. So I should wait until your first plan..?
[She's about to ask about what the first plan even is, when 9S comes up.] Oh! Him? ...I guess that makes sense. You just have to bring him to the library, and make sure no one sees you... [The Actual Execution ended up much smoother than Reira's suggestion, no surprise,]
...how will I know when the first plan is tried? Are you going to go somewhere?
Hmmm. Lots of people use the library... That's lots of people to see us do whatever we do. No, I want to bring him somewhere else, that other people don't go. Somewhere like...
[He chews his lip thinking it over, fangs parting the fur on his chin.]
A secret art space. I'll ask Rita if she knows a place like that! She's been sending notes to lots of people. And whoever's running messages can let you know, if I don't see you!
[After all, what's the chance that they all get caught and nobody knows what happens to tell her?]
Yeah. I was really careful when I was talking to him..! [She adds, quite proud.] The only thing anyone heard was me asking about art things, like I talked to him about before.
...That makes sense though... ....Rita made lots and lots of glass cats in one place before, so maybe there...? [Ultimately it'll be their call, but it's the first place she thinks of.
The idea that she might not see Papyrus again has her worried however.] .....you think you'll have to stay away..? [She asks, somehow going quieter despite already being at a whisper.]
[He nods a little approvingly that she was circumvent and casual while talking to 'Sans,' and goes "ooh, yeah" at the mention of Rita's art space. That should work perfectly.
Well...
[At that last question he walks a little more stiffly, forgetting that while it might look cool and tall and impressive, the tension in his body would communicate to someone riding on his head. It's with a lighter and confident-sounding voice that he tries to reassure her.]
Only maybe! I have loads of kidnapping experience, [he once captured a single human only a few years older than Reira.] So there's no question of getting him to come along, no matter what. But... It'll be a little suspicious, if I'm the last seen with him and it takes a while. So I might have to 'lay low' until we can convince anyone worried that he's fine.
[Nobody suspected spiders treating the beetle as a camera to watch suspicious things. That's just how it goes sometimes.]
Edited (borked small tag is unborked) 2018-07-27 16:38 (UTC)
O-of course! We may not have radios... [a decision he's still unhappy with, even if it was kind of necessary.] But we can pass notes, some way or another.
[unless he's out in the desert, where nobody's delivering mail. he's sorry all his reassurances got thwarted by circumstances, reira.]
And, this won't be forever. We'll be back at the carnival before you know it. Just count to a thousand! Slowly.
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DAY 85, BEFORE NOON
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.]
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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...
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[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.]
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[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?
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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.]
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...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?
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[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.]
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But, it's worrying he disappeared. Without any notice. Even if he's finally gotten 'inspired'... Did he say where he went?
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...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.]
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[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?
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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.]
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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.
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[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.]
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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?
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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.
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It's a shame! But he can make gold stars for her even as a fugitive, that doesn't decrease their value too much]How ambiguous... but the logic works out. Let's make him the back-up plan, if the other ones don't work out. [Which means, of course, finish figuring out the first plans.] If he's not an illusion...
Well. If it's merely too much artistic inspiration, he'll react if I'm concerned. So I'll be concerned at him!
And... [Wismuth wasn't so long ago, after all] and if it's him, but something's... changed him very badly... I know 9S knows mind control stuff.
If that doesn't work, Herbert. [Does that cover all their bases, other than the find Sans part...?]
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She's going to dedicate a whole shadow sculpture to him.]Umn.... ...ok. So I should wait until your first plan..?
[She's about to ask about what the first plan even is, when 9S comes up.] Oh! Him? ...I guess that makes sense. You just have to bring him to the library, and make sure no one sees you... [The Actual Execution ended up much smoother than Reira's suggestion, no surprise,]
...how will I know when the first plan is tried? Are you going to go somewhere?
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[He chews his lip thinking it over, fangs parting the fur on his chin.]
A secret art space. I'll ask Rita if she knows a place like that! She's been sending notes to lots of people. And whoever's running messages can let you know, if I don't see you!
[After all, what's the chance that they all get caught and nobody knows what happens to tell her?]
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...That makes sense though... ....Rita made lots and lots of glass cats in one place before, so maybe there...? [Ultimately it'll be their call, but it's the first place she thinks of.
The idea that she might not see Papyrus again has her worried however.] .....you think you'll have to stay away..? [She asks, somehow going quieter despite already being at a whisper.]
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Well...
[At that last question he walks a little more stiffly, forgetting that while it might look cool and tall and impressive, the tension in his body would communicate to someone riding on his head. It's with a lighter and confident-sounding voice that he tries to reassure her.]
Only maybe! I have loads of kidnapping experience, [he once captured a single human only a few years older than Reira.] So there's no question of getting him to come along, no matter what. But... It'll be a little suspicious, if I'm the last seen with him and it takes a while. So I might have to 'lay low' until we can convince anyone worried that he's fine.
[Nobody suspected spiders treating the beetle as a camera to watch suspicious things. That's just how it goes sometimes.]
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Reira just nods.] ...ok, [she says quietly.]
...If...you do have to go, will there be a way to talk to you again though?
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[unless he's out in the desert, where nobody's delivering mail. he's sorry all his reassurances got thwarted by circumstances, reira.]
And, this won't be forever. We'll be back at the carnival before you know it. Just count to a thousand! Slowly.
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[YOU SHOULDN'T MESSAGE THINGS AT ALL.] ....I wish bones could do something like that....but ok.
[She will count to 1000. Slowly. Multiple times.
Look what you've done.]