the 1961 advent calendar sucked, huh?

[sunborne]

Who: Daylight & Various.
When: Post-December 21 & Post-December 25.
Where: Uptown (Blue Moon Diner) and Loomis Drive.
What: Closed prompt for hydraulics and a quick catch-all for post event interactions.
Warnings: Possible descriptions of And All Through The House's events. Will update as necessary.



CLOSED PROMPT. (FOR MACE.)
It made sense to meet here.

Daylight had become a bit more practical over the years and he took some lessons to core heart these days. It never hurt to meet new faces in public places, even if you have shared circumstances with each other. The Blue Moon Diner was busy enough at night that there was a sense of activity to keep things from being too spooky but it was still enough that he liked to think a proper conversation could take place.

It helps that the bizarre weather is letting up (for now), the snowfall something more manageable for both travel and comfort. It made the Christmas music playing and the soft, peppy chatter of the other scattered customers less disconcerting to hear.

"-Oh! Hey there." Upon spotting the man, Daylight stands up from the booth he's sitting on, putting out his hand in an offer of a handshake. "Nice to meet you in person." Daylight gives a little grin, self-deprecating and bashful in a way. "Sorry if I'm not all that impressive to see. They had to tweak me a bit so I fit right in, I guess"

OPEN PROMPT. (FOR POST-DECEMBER 25.)
At least he got a consolation prize.

Standing on the doorstep of his home in Loomis Drive, bundled up for a hike through the mountains than a trip through the town, Daylight couldn't help but chuckle when he opened his present. He's tickled pink upon seeing what he got, turning it this way and that as if to make sure it's real. Well... It's a book. One about prayers, too, so there's that. The quality of the book intrigues him and so is the fact it's clearly meant for kids. He wonders if that's connected to...

"Hmm?" Daylight, hearing the crunch of snow ahead of him, looks up. He grins in relief when he sees they're not sporting a too-wide grin, probably sporting a look of WTFness and confusion like he had upon waking up. Someone like him then, he bets/hopes. "Hey there. Noticed anything different about today?"

Like how it's completely normal?

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[ribticklers]

Sans's expression is best defined as cautious--sure, things seem to be alright so far, and the snowmen are gone, but Sans hasn't decided things are actually completely safe yet. But it is Christmas/Gyftmas, and Sans is not missing out on giving Papyrus some gifts, which he's carrying around in a paper grocery bag. He has to make sure Papyrus doesn't see him sneak in, though, so he's got plenty of time to say hi to Daylight.

"Well, I haven't gotten a trip to the lake yet, but there's still a lot of time left today."

[hydraulics]

As far as handshakes go, it’s fairly ordinary; and sure, there’s some folks who might say you can't tell what a person's like just by their handshake. But those people probably have the grip, temperature, and texture of a cold fish, because Mace tends to use it as a barometer as to the kind of person he's meeting, and he hasn’t been wrong yet.

Right about now, that barometer's telling him that — incredibly advanced life-form or not — Daylight’s a good kid. Solid. Decent. And Mace’s own grip is firm and warm, as blunt as he himself is and as straightforward, sharp blue eyes taking stock of Daylight’s appearance for a brief, intent moment. The friendliness and touch of self-deprecation he finds there helps solidify his feelings.

“Well, they did a terrible job,” Mace says dryly, and it’s his usual odd, grandpa-like humour, “You stick out like a sore, very impressive thumb.”

He softens the delivery with a quick wink to let Daylight know he’s just kidding, before his hand falls back to his side. A waitress squeezes by the two of them with a wide, marionette smile, and although he steps aside dutifully to let her pass, Mace’s expression goes momentarily stony, watching her with open suspicion. It’s only when she’s out of the way that he turns back to Daylight, lowering his voice a bit.

“It’s good to meet you, too. How’s the food in this place? Any less ... jellied than the stuff the neighbours’ve been foisting on everybody?”

Spoken with a eyebrow raise, as though what he’s really asking is — is the food here safe?