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logsville2021-02-07 02:18 am
spaghettimonster) wrote in logsville2021-02-07 02:18 am
WELCOME TO SCENIC MY HOUSE [closed & open prompts]
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.]
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.]
totally unintentional but let's... roll with it!
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.
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'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.
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Ahaha, I'll try to be more than just Monika, promised!
[ Papyrus... Papyrus... Now that sounded familiar, where had she heard that name before? Oh! During her "dream" of January she'd talked to a Papyrus through texts, right? That wasn't exactly a common name so it had to be the same person... She'd met a few people who remembered her dream-like experience of January whilst some others didn't. She wondered if he would? ]
Oh! Aren't you the Papyrus to whom I promised a dinner?
[ It would really be great to have his family, hers as well as Sans and Sayori's meet for a dinner! .....If half of them weren't about to be abducted and horribly maimed. ]
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[Papyrus starts to point at her, energized by the dots connecting, but thinks better of waving his finger rudely about in her face. Instead he rests his hand on his wrist radio, nodding enthusiastically.]
You're the Monika, who talked about... videogames! I remember that. I'm supposed to cook something, for when we meet up.
[And if she's not, well, that comment should mean completely and totally nothing to her. He hasn't seen a single videogame-like thing around here. No sense spreading the existential concerns with people not even a little in the know.]
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Hm-mm!
[ Cooking. Yes, that's better than speaking of the video game topic. ]
Well really, if you're coming home I really ought to be the one cooking, heh? What kind of person would ask the guests to bring the food?
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Oh, well, you know. Sometimes potlucks are fun!
[Toriel's first time inviting the skeletons over had included a humoring of Papyrus's offer to bring food, which went over... well enough, in a way. They'd had some laughs, the dog had some pasta, and she'd taken over his cooking lessons. The ones that Undyne had abandoned in the importance of rebellion and ruling. And it all dovetailed very well into the general lessons on being a mom, which he'd taken to with a gusto.]
Everyone brings their favorite foods, to share and compare... A nice ice breaker! Not too formal.
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[ His proposal made sense, though... She kind of enjoyed the idea of playing the role of the housewife preparing the dinner for everyone. It had always been such a nice thought, and now it could be real... Was it really something she wanted to do or some leftover remnants from the game still influencing her? She would never know, so no need to think too much about it. ]
Well now that we've met, we should it do soon, don't you think? Hmm... How about on the 14th?
[ Right it's Valentine's Day, but that means at least she won't have to spend the day alone if both their families are together! And it's a pretty safe day to set a dinner. What could possibly go wrong? ]
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[Another of the holidays, when so far holidays have all been... hectic. He's not dismissing the suggestion out of hand, by any means. His tone is thoughtful, mulling it over and talking as he thinks.]
I haven't heard of any big parties... Or firm 'suggestions' for decorating... Maybe the luncheon's more important. So that sounds good to me! I'll tell my 'family.'
[It's not as if he has plans for romantic confessions with anyone, and probably neither do any of the people so recently deposited in Santa Rosita.
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Excellent then!
[ Phew, thankfully he didn't get the wrong idea. That'd have been a terrible, terrible first impression. ]
I'll let my own know! We'll make it the dinner of the century, ahaha.
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[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.
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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?
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[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.]
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[ 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!
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[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.]