FV Open RP post

[spaghettimonster]

This is a catch-all thread for fabulae_victoriana shenanigames!

I'll match whatever style you start with. I prefer to use [brackets] with some joking commentary and thought process descriptions.






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[bonedoggle]

[Sans was pacing back and forth outside of the kitchen as people were making preparations for the stargazing later.]

so, what, am i just supposed to walk up to pap and go, "oh, hey bro, guess what? i have even more secrets!"

[He was thinking aloud to himself.]

[spaghettimonster]

[The kitchen is a busy place, full of preparation for various pasta and non-pasta foods alike. Getting used the older equipment was far less of a challenge than it might have been, since the other Papyrus was already familiar with the differences and able to point them out.]

[Between their teamwork and the need to cook more carefully on the different devices, the food might be more edible than typical. But don't quote anybody on that.]

[One Papyrus, carrying a completed tray of lasagna out of the oven, hears a familiar voice outside the door but can't quite make out what he's saying.]

Sans, is that you out there? Don't just walk around talking to yourself! If you're looking for something to do, you can come in here and help carry things to the roof!

[bonedoggle]

but that sounds like work, bro.

[Well, he's not outside the door anymore, instead he's casually leaning on the countertop.]

[spaghettimonster]

[Okay, Papyrus jumps a little. In his defence, it's still rare for Sans to do that so openly. Good thing he already put that lasagna down, or things could've gotten messy.]

Therefore you want nothing to do with it, I know! Still, you came in here, so you must not be that against the idea.

[Here, Sans. Look at this nice basket that one of your brothers slid down the counter at you. It's full of dishes and cups and utensils.]

hello I am here to ruin everything

[corruptedsave]

[OKAY SO... Telling Asgore did not go well, that venue of making every Sans' life hell? No go, and they are most certainly not telling Asriel or Flowey the truth, that will just end in people dying.

Which is pointless. So now they are trying to find the one Papyrus, the one they killed here, to talk to. Since that is the one they mentioned "Oh one of the Sans-es might be dangerous and hurt someone" too, so adding "Sans killed me" to that can't hurt.

Except it seems the house has moved rooms around?? Or maybe they're tired, either way they are sure this is the right room. It looks like Papyrus' door, so have a few short quick knocks on the door.]

yaaaaaayy

[spaghettimonster]

[Papyrus is in the middle of reading one of Sans' sci fi novels when a knock sounds at his door. He shoves the embarrassing item under a pillow and pulls the blankets over, making sure that it's doubly hidden.

Just a minute!

[He stands and double checks that no corner of it is peaking out, then heads for the door. Nevermind that the blanket's now suspiciously bunched at the top his bed. If it's out of sight it's hidden.]

[The person at his door turns out to be... the human! Probably here about that date idea, then...? Just showing them around the replica of his room would be too short, he assumes, but maybe they could start here and head somewhere else as things develop.]

H-human! Hello! Did you want to come in? I wasn't expecting to see you!

[corruptedsave]

[They actually don't look all that well, like very tired. In a way Papyrus may notice is similar to his double? Maybe not. But the fake smile they had readily plastered on their face when they heard Papyrus shout quickly turned into a frown when they're called "human" by the skeleton in the doorway.]

Ah no. I wanted to talk to you but...

[Fuck, wrong Papyrus.]

[spaghettimonster]

[It's a little harder for him to recognize signs of illness in a human than another skeleton. He first notices that they seem subdued, compared to the last time they talk, and then notices the "but." There's not many things that would keep a person from talking besides being unable to find them or unable to go to them... and Papyrus is very easy to find, with how he almost never sleeps. He remembers the other Papyrus being less energetic than usual, and how he'd explained it as recovering from an illness.]

Have you been sick? I haven't seen you around, not since you first, uh, welcomed me here?

Besides seeing the other you, I mean. But I don't know if I could mistake you for each other again.

[Those two feel... different.]

STARGAZING! I GUESS WE'RE DOING THIS THING.

[bonedoggle]

[Well, with that conversation with Papyrus out of the way, it's time to start the stargazing picnic.

Sans heads back into the kitchen and collects the basket of utensils.]

is it time to head to the roof?

[unvoidable]

I'd think so, yes.

[It looked as if the other Papyrus had already finished up the cooking that the pair had been near the end of anyway. Things neatly packed to be carried up without too much trouble.

They must've been talking for longer than he thought.]

Need me to carry anything?

[spaghettimonster]

It is well past time! But, we're late for a good reason, and nobody is waiting on us, so it's okay.

[Papyrus grabs a couple of baskets, and shrugs at Gaster.]

If you like, but don't you want to keep your hands free? I'm sure we can handle it!

[Did he just pun himself?]

...Ugh.

[bonedoggle]

[Sans laughs dorkily]

sure, we can handle it, but wouldn't it be handy to have someone else help?

[bonedoggle]

[Sans kept alternating between looking through the telescope and looking at the stars without any help. It was strange, but the young skeleton was practically radiating with excitement, to a degree that even he himself would claim was impossible for him anymore.]

[spaghettimonster]

[Now this was the kind of thing Papyrus hoped to see tonight. The stars were neat, but he could take them or leave them. The sight of Sans so openly happy about something, though...]

[He grins, watching for a minute or two, before heading over near the railing.]

Are there as many as you thought?

[bonedoggle]

no, there's so much more. i mean, look!

[He gestures to the sky. His own eyelights practically becoming stars themselves]

they're endless! i don't think i could even begin to wrap my head around how many there are.

[spaghettimonster]

[Papyrus obliges, looking up at the sky. He tilts his head, glancing around.]

It's not like the caves! They're so much smaller. And, I think, I can't see some of them when I look right at them? Are they shy...?

[unvoidable]

[Hey.

Hey.

Knock knock.



Someone is knocking on Papyrus's door, just loud enough to be heard since it wasn't as if Gaster was going to call through the door along with knocking.]

[spaghettimonster]

[And what timing someone has! Papyrus has been acting out hypothetical battles with the not so active figures on his table, and the knocks nicely punctuate the sound effects he's making.]

[He jumps away from the table, looking down at the figures in his hands to have started using magic attacks of their own. But now, they remain motionless, and the knocking sound is coming from a different direction.]

[Papyrus opens the door, figures still in hand.]

Oh! Hello, dad!

[unvoidable]

[You sweet summer child.

A hand rested against his chest for a moment, the other offering a wave of greeting as he just... Wasn't surprised at all to have caught his eldest in the middle of something. A slight step taken back-]

I do hope I'm no interrupting anything important.

[bonedoggle]

[KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK There was a sudden, frantic knocking.]

papyrus! hey, papyrus!

you in there, bro?

[spaghettimonster]

[Waking up to find you have skin and muscles and hair sounds like a wonderful thing, right?]

[Papyrus sure thought so. He probably spent at least an hour, poking and prodding and tugging at his new, bizarrely sensitive flesh. His biceps! While not as big as he dreamed of, they were more than enough to bring a tear or two to his eyes. And eyes! It turned out, poking at your eyes was a bit painful.]

[No, everything seemed wonderful. Strange, and a little alarming, and certainly mysterious... But t wasn't until he heard the dawn bells, and got up to leave his room and seek out breakfast, that Papyrus realized a terrible thing. The skeleton's battle body didn't fit a human.]

[By the time Sans knocked on his door, Papyrus' closet was wide open, the floor strewn with clothes in a desperate search for something that fit well enough to wear outside his room. Only the pajamas he'd gone to bed in still fit. And, as wonderful as they (and the matching night cap) were, it wasn't the kind of thing he'd choose to wear outside his room.]

Sans?!? Uh, I think I am? In here? Somewhere???

[Oh look, brother, everybody here is frantic. Help.]

[bonedoggle]

you think?

[Don't tell him it got you too, Papyrus. Sans barges into the room, only to stop and stare, mouth agape, at the clothes strewn about the room.]

geez, papyrus, even my room doesn't look this bad.

Such a happy day

[spaghettimonster]

[There are two kinds of birthday suits in the world, and only one is appropriate for walking around on city streets. The other one, of course, is wearing a cool cone party hat!

So on July 30th, random pedestrians on the streets of Nusquamton get to be treated to the sight of a dapper skeleton prancing around with a colorful hat strapped to his skull.

They might even watch as he stops in front of random windows, practicing an expression of delight and surprise, before laughing a "NYEH HEH HEH" and continuing on his way. What's gotten into him?]

[aghostinthemachine]

[The other Papyrus had informed him of what made today special so Mettaton knew all too well what had gotten into the chipper skeleton. He just hadn't expected to run into him so quickly.

But since they were already in town, that gave him a clever idea for a gift. (Or gifts, in this case.)

Mettaton makes a beeline for him, extending a noodly arm into the air to get Papyrus's attention.]

Yoohoo, darling!

[spaghettimonster]

[It's pretty safe to say that nobody else in this town, for all its varied and unusual people, waves quite like that. Papyrus looks over, spots the hands owner, and waves back energetically.]

Hello Mettaton!

[It doesn't occur to him to glance behind him or anything. Who else would he be waving to so enthusiastically? Obviously, only Papyrus! Or the other Papyrus. Or maybe one of his other friends...?]