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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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...?

[hoshikiri]

Hm? [The question would be strange if Takame wasn't, to his knowledge, the only man with a tail in this place. A small tilt of his head showed that not only did he have a tail, but those horns weren't just something behind him or a funny hat, no. They were part of his head and attached by a layer of scales.]

My tail? I was born with it, though I only regained it last month.

[spaghettimonster]

[The horns hadn't registered to Papyrus, since he's seen some decorative headwear on playful kids, it could well have been a hairy hat... But now that he's looking, the horns and scales stand out.]

Regained...?

[He goes from echoing the word in slow disbelief, to glancing around them and dropping his voice to a more conspiratorial whisper.]

You grew a tail back?? Like you had one before... Did you 'move here' recently??

[hoshikiri]

[Takame couldn't blame the man for his hushed tone, though he's given up on any natives calling his appearance into question.

Takame's was a naturally quiet tone, at least.]

Somewhat. When I arrived initially in December, I did not have my tail, nor my horns or scales. [Or was it 'October'?]

[spaghettimonster]

Oh my god! And you've been turning back to normal since...?

[There's no stammer or grasping for a polite turn of phrase there, because of course being human isn't his first assumption of normalcy. But he doesn't stop there, because there's details to be gleaned.]

Did it happen all of a sudden?? I heard somebody grew very tall, very quickly.

[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.]

[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.