[As the whelming pressure of sensory input fades, Papyrus finds himself feeling a disappointed curiosity, and unsure which of them it's coming from. There's something to be said for playing war games with every possible vantage point continuously ongoing, no need to move around the table - or have blind spots.
But the image of pranking people with, what, secret knowledge of private things? If he wants that, there's always that ghostly gift, that gives uncanny insight into some random person's thoughts... Not that it's turned up anyone he knew he recognized yet, but it might someday. And it's a more consistent feed than radio waves and whatnot, since there aren't thousands flickering in and out of strongest signal at any given point...]
Siiigh. Maybe some that barely need any. Or a sculpture. [Or a robot plant, though he's not sure what one would do that stands out from being a robot. Provide a light? That's a lamp. Point a laser at intruders? It'd be just their luck for something weird to make it shoot lasers at them instead.]
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But the image of pranking people with, what, secret knowledge of private things? If he wants that, there's always that ghostly gift, that gives uncanny insight into some random person's thoughts... Not that it's turned up anyone he knew he recognized yet, but it might someday. And it's a more consistent feed than radio waves and whatnot, since there aren't thousands flickering in and out of strongest signal at any given point...]
Siiigh. Maybe some that barely need any. Or a sculpture. [Or a robot plant, though he's not sure what one would do that stands out from being a robot. Provide a light? That's a lamp. Point a laser at intruders? It'd be just their luck for something weird to make it shoot lasers at them instead.]