WELCOME TO SCENIC MY HOUSE [closed & open prompts]

[spaghettimonster]

Who: Papyrus and you!
When: early February
Where: Home, Loomis Drive, and around town
What: Mix of closed & open prompts for meeting the newly expanded family, shopping at the department store, and wildcard
Warnings: None currently, will update as needed

- PICTURE PERFECT FAMILY: 105 Loomis Drive, morning of Feb 1st -
[It's not the earliest Papyrus has ever woken up, but it's early enough. More importantly, it's February 1st, 1961. The calendar on his nightstand, tucked away just in case January repeated again, still has various notes he scribbled in it through the last month. A low bar for relief, but an undeniable one.

He puts the calendar back, ready to chalk it up to being just another day, when the framed photo on the nightstand catches his eye. Instead of just a portrait of the mysterious human Papyrus at a lake somewhere, it's Papyrus and also a mysterious teenager, with fishing rods and bulky jackets. That's new - and if it's anything like the photos of Kiara through the house, it's a sign things have changed again. Papyrus jumps to his feet and heads to the hallway, looking for signs of the new face.]

Hello, person in this photograph! Are you here??


- SANSATIONAL NEWS: 103 Loomis Drive, midday of Feb 1st -
[This isn't the first time people have appeared in the house, given his own sudden arrival in Santa Rosita. It's not even the first time someone appeared, their face retroactively all over the house in the photos. But unlike the vague impressions of people in early January and October, he can still clearly remember the face of the teenager in his house, even as he heads outside with a photo in hand. Clearly, this means Louis is here to stay - and this is news Papyrus can't wait to share.

Theoretically, he could just use his wrist radio to send his brother an update on the whole family situation. But that would deprive him of the face journey Sans is sure to go on when he finds out, and who wants to miss that? Not Papyrus.

The entire Undertale household can find out while he's at it, because Papyrus opts to get his brother's attention by knocking loudly and familiarly at the front door before calling out.]

Sans! Sans, are you home? I have news!


- STOP, DROP, AND ROLL INTO SOME GREAT DEALS: Honeybees, Feb 1st - 4th -
[Between the newly arrived housemate, the expectations of providing parental guidance for a teenager, and the big fuss about a luncheon on Friday, well! There's a lot of reasons to go shopping. The various toys and decorations in the kid's room are a start, but they lack a certain personal touch. And what better way to bond, than with thoughtfully chosen gifts to make this home away from reality feel a little more welcoming?

So Papyrus browses the various floors at Honeybees: the clothes and toys of the first, the furniture of the second, and especially the third, with its array of sporting goods. Here and there a promising option just demands to be picked up and tested before purchase, which he does. Best not run around the corners, with people swinging bats!]


- Wildcard -
[Want to run into the ex-skeleton under other circumstances? Let's plot something at the cr meme, by pm, or on plurk.]

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Picture of you, pictures of me

[ourworldnow]

[Louis can be found in the hall bathroom. Yeah, 'his' room was weird, the pictures freaky, the whole thing just nuts- but there was a shower. With hot water. And soap. And he's used pretty much all of both.

He's out of the shower now, in a fluffy white bathrobe in front of the mirror, and is working on his hair. It's the first time he's had a real chance to do any care that doesn't involve freezing cold water and broken mirrors, so give the man a minute.

Still, he's not a total ass. He opens the door (clouds of foggy steam pouring out into the hall as he does) and yells back]

I didn't do it!

[spaghettimonster]

No, of course you...

[Of course he didn't make the photos, Papyrus opens his mouth to say. It's clear that the edited photos in all the houses (that he's seen) were by whoever's doing the kidnapping, on account of them featuring this face instead of his skeletal real face.

But that's a suspiciously specific thing for the mystery teen to disclaim, in answer to a totally different question. The kind of thing he shouted at Sans a few times, growing up, when he very much had done something.]

You didn't... do what, exactly?

[ourworldnow]

Uh, this?

[He gestures at the whole house- or in this case, just the bathroom.]

Last I knew? I was in West Virginia surrounded by the walking dead. So, totally not my bad for once.

[spaghettimonster]

Oh, is that all.

[Papyrus lets out a brief, but genuinely relieved sigh, and smiles again. The better to be welcoming, to a person who's (almost certainly) in the same boat as the rest of the recent arrivals.]

Don't worry, I knew that already! The suddenly here thing. Not the West Virginia thing. Or the... walking dead...?

[ourworldnow]

Yup. Dead people. Came back to life as monsters, tried to eat us for a few years. Crazy times. But now there's electricity, check this shit out!

[He will turn the lights in the bathroom on and off proudly for a couple clicks.]

It just brings a tear to your eye, you know?

stop drop and roll

[hoshikiri]

[It might be at the point Papyrus was browsing the clothes that he might stumble upon one certain Au Ra (you know, the Only Au Ra here) on the hunt for something. A scarf, specifically. Something easy to pass off as to avoid the cold, which in fairness wasn't entirely untrue. He and his scales did not mesh well with the cold despite his time coming to appreciate Ishgard.

Of course where he was looking was in fact around a corner where he noted something swinging at him and almost immediately lifted his hand to parry it with his forearm as if it was a legitimate weapon. A force of habit for him but the brief edge on him softened as he saw it was just. Another shopper.]

Ah, pray excuse me.

[spaghettimonster]

[Papyrus's eyes widen at the movement of the raising arm, and he pulls the swing - as well as he can manage, with the mostly-unfamiliar equipment. It's not quite quickly enough to avoid all contact, and the bat bumps into Takame's arm with a slight smack. He pulls it to his side and tucks it behind his back immediately after.]

Oh, excuse me!! I thought I saw... a spider. On that coat.

[It's something of a lie, given he's not exactly in the habit of squashing spiders. Mostly to scavenge his sense of dignity, and his face reddens as he speaks.]

[hoshikiri]

A spider? [Said lowering his arm and looking back at the Actually Spiderless Coat. Takame had no fear of spiders, but he knew plenty of people who did. He supposed he couldn't blame someone for taking such drastic measures to be rid of it.

He saw nothing but if Papyrus was that afraid... Takame gave it a few taps and brushes down with his hand, then a few more thumps as he turned around with his tail. Wasn't as strong as his arms, but enough to be rid of a little bug.]

You've no need to fear. If it was there a moment ago, it's gone now.

[spaghettimonster]

[Papyrus nods to the question, committing himself to this fiction for the duration of Takame's investigation. He braces for questions about the spider, maybe accusations of fibbing followed by confessions of the lie, but none come. Instead it's just a quick cleaning attempt, in which his eyes are drawn to the movement of a tail.

After weeks of seeing only humans and non-talkative animals, mostly all in the bipedal four-limbed shape, it's a surprise. He jolts at the sight of Takame's extra limb, and his eyes dart about for onlookers.]

Umm! I don't want to alarm you, but. Have you had that for long...?

stop drop and roll

[undiagnosed]

[given that he broke into papyrus's house, archer should probably recognise the guy when they're in the same store. he doesn't, though, because he has a nasty habit of not caring enough to remember small details like that and... you know. the drinking.

archer's trying to get replacement beanbags for his tactlecane -- the beanbag round is handy, but it only has one shot! he hasn't... worked out how to reload the bullet round, yet. need more money. need... a job, mostly. ugh. at least he has the option of non-fatal violence; beating people with a stick would kind of be kind of sad.

then papyrus is swinging a bat and archer reacts on instinct, flinging the bag at the poor guy's head and lifting the cane up to block the bat.]

Wait, [he says, jerking the cane to try and yank the bat out of pap's hands.] was that on purpose or not? I need to decide the punishment.

[spaghettimonster]

[Normally, Papyrus has a good enough grasp on his surroundings not to go hitting multiple people with attacks by accident. A baseball bat isn't his usual attack of choice, though, and it takes a little practicing to stay attentive to who's wear and what's happening with his stance in this changed body.

Normally he has a good enough grasp on whatever he's holding that people can't just yank something from his hands, too. But right this moment, he's contending with sudden Bag To The Face. He almost drops the bat himself, with one hand flying up to try shielding his eyes, and the other only loosely grasping it so as not to damage it before making the purchase.

When the bat's pulled away, he does his best just to grab the bag and clutch it to his chest, and then make sense of what's happening. A familiar but difficult to place face, holding an aggressive cane.]

Uh! Well!! [His eyes dart around, looking for an excuse, then he sighs.] ...I was swinging on purpose. But, not at you.

[undiagnosed]

[normally, archer has a gun and a license to kill, so they're all off their A game today.]

Hmm. [archer decides that tasing someone in the middle of a store is a bad idea.

...



he does elbow the nearby shelf to knock some footballs off and onto papyrus, though.]

[spaghettimonster]

[As he's not anticipating or braced for it, he takes a brief ball-shaped pummeling.]

Ow, hey!

[Papyrus shakes them off with protesting sounds, as that was most definitely a deliberate retaliation and not reciprocal in the slightest, and narrows his eyes. Something about this guy... is familiar somehow. And he can't quite place it, yet. Time to buy some time to think.]

I see... You want to challenge me, at some sportsball game. Is that it??

stop, droll and roll

[peninhand]

[ Monika enjoy strolls through the various places in this city. It wasn't that big, but it certainly was much bigger than the confines of the game she'd been trapped in. It was like a tiny taste of reality.

She was more or less daydreaming when she barely avoided the swinging bat. Oh oh. Either she's stumbled on a delinquent, on a glitching NPC or on the local comic relief. ]

H-Hey!

[ She'd spoke to Papyrus (in a dream, counts right?) before, but had never seen him, so... ]

Please be careful with that!

that word swap's not inaccurate

[spaghettimonster]

[It could be any of those things. He's gone to some effort to blend in, in that middle ground between blending, standing out in a cool way, and standing out because of his whimsical personalizations. The stylized hair could come out of a movie about greasers, but the winter jacket and gloves are bulkier and warmer than fashionable. A practical delinquent, maybe.

But he reacts to her voice, startling at the nearness of it before pulling the bat in towards himself.]

Wow! You came out of nowhere.

[His eyes dart to the side, scanning the nearby shelves and racks for clues where she actually came from, since teleportation's not exactly a likely answer.]

Were you just wearing some 'camoflage'?? It doesn't seem so effective to me, but...

[Since he hadn't seen her approach, maybe it is more effective when worn.]

totally unintentional but let's... roll with it!

[peninhand]

[ Definitely the looks of a delinquent, but not quite the personality of one. And of course with comic relief. Hmm. For a first impression, that's a lot of unique and conflicting traits that work well together. Not something you'd usually find in a video game unless it's expertly written.

That's a point towards this place being real! So of course in spite of him having nearly smashed her head off, she's in a pretty good mood. ]

No I was just walking, ahaha! We were probably just distracted and didn't notice each other. Let's both be more careful next time, heh?

[ A pause and a smile. ]

I'm Monika by the way, just Monika. It's nice meeting you.

[spaghettimonster]

[He nods along with her suggestion, a little sheepish but more than willing to share the sense of equal blame in the near-collision. They're all culpable but able to do better, if they try, etc etc.]

'Just' Monika, huh? I hope you know, you're not just anybody.

[Even if she means it as she's just giving her first name, a little encouragement can't go awry. But Monika, where has he heard that name before...?]

I'm not just Papyrus, after all.

sansational news

[ribticklers]

[Sans is indeed home! He is not in his pajamas, at least, though he is wearing his favorite, horrific combo of Hawaiian shirt, smoking jacket, and winter bobble hat. It's not color coordinated at all. Also, his socks are mismatched.

Papyrus is clearly excited about whatever news he has, not alarmed, so Sans doesn't rush to the door, but rather meanders at his typical pace, and leans up against the doorway once he actually gets there.]

What's up?

[spaghettimonster]

[Papyrus pauses slightly before speaking, eyes taking in the whole of his brother's outfit. His judging eyebrow speaks far and wide for all to see. It's almost enough to make him nostalgic for that stained hoodie...

But he shakes it off, with a literal shaking of his head, before presenting the photograph for examination.]

Take a look at this! Things are changing in our neck of the woods.

[Look at that adorable father? son?? bonding moment between Papyrus and a stranger who doesn't much resemble him. Visibly not in the present tense, given the weather in the backdrop of the photo, and the expressions are more reminiscent of the people around town than Papyrus's own.]

[ribticklers]

You've got a kid in your house, too, huh? [The photo is definitely bizarre to see--that kid looks way too old to be Papyrus's kid, first of all, and second the idea of Papyrus with a kid at all is so strange that Sans hasn't quite absorbed the concept yet. Not that Papyrus would be bad with kids, but...] You met 'em, or just the pics?

[spaghettimonster]

Yes, I met him right away-- [Papyrus doubletakes.] What do you mean, too? Is there a kid here too??

[He leans forward a little, enough to peer around past the doorway, as though a kid will jump out and wave for his attention right away. He can't quite make out the details of the random photos on walls from here, but they don't look exactly the same as he recalls...]

sansational news!

[hxppythxughts]

[Sayori hears the knock from up in...what she guesses is her bedroom now. She thinks about going down to answer, but the thing is, she can just look out her window and mostly see what's going on out there, and that's a lot less effort than going down stairs. So that's what she does.

The appearance of the man at the door registers as familiar; she's pretty sure she saw him in that dream. They had a snowball fight, she thinks? Yeah, that's definitely it. After a moment of reflection, she also recognizes him from Sans's description of him, and a name floats to the front of her mind: Papyrus.

Well. She should probably say hello then, shouldn't she?

A reasonable person would go down to the front door, but Sayori sees a more immediate solution and takes that instead. She opens her window up to the cold February air and leans out of it, grinning as she calls down to Papyrus.] Hi there! Do you need something?

[spaghettimonster]

[Papyrus startles with the surprise of a voice coming from above, and hesitates with the relative unfamiliarity of the voice. That's not his brother, or even his "sister-in-law."]

Uhhhhhh.

[He pulls back slightly, doublechecking the numbers at the door and twisting to try to check the mailbox, but between the angle and the distance it's a no-go. Instead, he peers up at the mystery window greeter.]

Uh. Yes! Hello! I was looking for my brother, Sans... He still lives here, right?

[It can't be that they both have the same surprise, right?]

[hxppythxughts]

[Wow, he looks confused! Sayori folds her arms on the window frame and watches him try to orient himself, still grinning as she waits for him to answer.]

Don't worry, he still lives here!

If you're his brother, you must be Papyrus, right?

[spaghettimonster]

[His confusion and surprise shift, from relief to something of mixed delight -]

Yes, the Great Papyrus.

[- and suspicion.]

So you've already heard of me... What has Sans been saying?

[He knows Sans talks about him. Always has, probably always will. Funny stories that get people to laughing, maybe mostly fond but sometimes the indignation of everyone already thinking they know him is a bit much. Adults tend to be polite and evasive about it, reassuring him it's all good, but with little hints of laughter about them...

But maybe a teenager, the age renowned for excessive honesty, will be honest enough about just what Sans has been gossiping about him.]