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.]

Comments

[spaghettimonster]

Minority report...? [It's another reference sailing over Papyrus's head, which he mumbles to himself before shaking the question off.]

Ugh, I don't care! You lucked out this time, I didn't report you... [--especially not to any committees stating their stances on any issues--] but don't consider my joint cased. It's totally un-cased, because I've put new locks on the windows. [So there.]

[spaghettimonster]

Or at least the year. Nyeh heh... heh.

[Since it doesn't seem like they're going to reach the rest of the century, if December keeps refusing to move into January 1962. Though it's not a lost cause just yet. Maybe it's just filling out the rest of the year they'd missed the first time. Or they can live in hope of figuring out what's stopping the clocks... eventually.]

Oh, hey. If I'm inviting my family... should I invite my brother's family, too??

[Definitely not taken as a date, unless this is going to be some complicated triple date (or more) scenario.]

He makes food, sometimes... and he's always happy to eat something.

[undiagnosed]

Yeah, and having met the police chief here, I don't think anything would've happened even if you did!

[that's-- not true. he knows they can do something to their minds now. shoot them with something, maybe, contact drug? he's not sure, but he's been knocked out enough times and pumped full of a cocktail of drugs enough times to know it feels like a combination of both.

which narrows exactly nothing down.]

I'm not going to break back into your shitty house. I was-- [he's marked them off, by now.] --experimenting.

[not a lie?]

[peninhand]

[ Fortunately, Monika hadn't heard about the calendar thing. Sounds like a video game bug. 2000 all over again. ]

Yes, of course!

[ The more, the merrier, right? She has no idea (yet) who his brother is, but somehow she has a feeling she's already met him... And there's an entire family that comes with him, that's more friends for her to make.

More people to analyze to determinate if they're real or not. ]

It'll be the occasion for us all to meet! Who is your brother?

[hoshikiri]

Since January, correct. [He nodded. Having questions thrown at him didn't bother Takame. If anything it was a breath of fresh air not having someone dismiss his appearance as a costume.

Unfortunately it also left him without the script he relied on when this happened...]

'Twas sudden indeed. I woke on the first of the month with this appearance having returned to me out of nowhere.

[spaghettimonster]

Oh my god! [He repeats it unintentionally, driven by his sincere surprise at it all. Surprise, shock, enthusiasm... concern. He's in a muddle of emotions.]

And... it didn't hurt, did it? Horns and scales growing in, overnight...

[He considers his own hands for a moment, briefly imagining the sensations - as if his skin's going to suddenly fall off, to leave him a skeleton again. But it doesn't happen, and he doesn't really hope for it to - not when seeming human is such a useful disguise.]

[spaghettimonster]

Oh, he's Sans.

[The other font-related name going around the wrist radio's texting option. Though of course their names are a little more complicated, these days, with the extra bits given to them as abruptly as the family portraits around the houses.]

Sans Undertale, his mailbox says... But just Sans is fine.

[Pushing Sans's self esteem up with little tricks of turns of phrase is something of a lost cause.]

[spaghettimonster]

[The point about the police and the unhelpfulness thereof scores a hit, Papyrus's eyes flicker as he remembers calling about the snowman corpses. One of them showed up the once, but they'd paid as much attention to the dead Christmas enthusiast as they did to the color of Papyrus's blinds.

And Archer's indignation seems sincere - as far as Papyrus can tell - but he keeps squinting, suspicious and skeptical, anyway.]

Experimenting, huh...? What were you experimenting, anyway?

[If it was a real experiment, that should be easy to answer.]

[peninhand]

Sans?

[ She'd met him of course, but she hadn't thought anything of his name... Until now. Papyrus. Sans. Is it a point for or against this place being a video game? No game developer would be inclined to name their characters after the two most overused fonts in the history of the internet, right?

Yet again, what sort of parents would name their children in such a cruel fashion? ]

I've met him! I had no idea he was your brother!

[undiagnosed]

Pretty... obviously the quality of the locks. [yeah. that works, kind of.] And some geographical stuff.

Mostly the locks.

[hoshikiri]

[Takame took a moment to think about that, putting a hand to his chin. It was only logical that someone would ask about pain, everyone did what they could to avoid it but. He could confess that the way he thought of it was not the best for everyone.

Of course that said, save for some vague discomfort that night that could have just as likely come from his ever racing mind. He shook his head.]

I don't recall feeling any pain.

[spaghettimonster]

Surprising, isn't it? But true! Despite his questionable fashion sense...

[Papyrus draws one finger along his heavily gelled and styled hair, emphasizing one of the differences.

Not that he's dressed as well as many of the adult men of this time, as far as well-tailored suits and ties go. But his outfit is mostly coherent, if more the thing for delinquent teenagers. His brother's tend to be hodgepodges of comfort, Hawai'ian shirts and smoking jackets and slippers.]

And terrible eating habits... We're really related. But, nobody said brothers had to be very alike.

[There's the degree to which Papyrus purposefully doesn't emulate his brother, as well.]

[hxppythxughts]

[This is not the reaction she expected. For someone who often catches people off-guard with her earnest excitement, this time it's Sayori who's surprised at the eager reception. Sans made it sound like it would be a hilarious prank, so she was expecting some indignity or embarrassment. But Papyrus seems genuinely jazzed about this development?

Well. She's certainly not going to roll that one back when he's so excited about it, so she guesses she has an uncle now! This is still far from the weirdest thing she's experienced here!

Finding the enthusiasm infectious, she laughs, weirdness notwithstanding.] Ahaha~ I knew I could count on you!

My name's Sayori. It's nice to meet you for real!

[As opposed to through Sans's gossiping, or in a weird time distortion dream with snowball fights, or something.]