logsville | 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.]

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[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.

[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.

[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.]

[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??

[he can't help but snort a little, laughing and enjoying the petty delight of mildly inconveniencing papyrus. then he raises his eyebrows, lifting his cane slightly.]

Uh, yeah, sure, I'd totally be good at sportsball. [that's not sarcastic. he's trying to convince himself he's not a useless cripple.] Or... lacrosse.

[a beat, then:] Actually, I'd totally whip your ass at lacrosse. So badly there's no point even playing.

[Jiggling the cane like that could convey some message about respective physical conditions, or the appropriateness of challenging maybe-strangers to a physical showdown. It could do that.

Or, it could be interpreted as a gesture pointing out that this guy has his own wooden stick with which to hit balls, and imply an enthusiasm for doing so.]

Lacrosse, huh? I've never heard of it... Which must be why, you think you'd beat me so easily. [The question of cane use as a cane doesn't even enter into his defensive boastfulness. Not knowing the rules, for one, makes it harder to rule out what skills would be relevant.] But I'm a quicker study than that!

How have you never-- Jesus! Do you live in a cave, or something?! [unbeknownst to archer...] I'm not teaching--

[wait.

the irritation brings a familiar memory back.]

Holy shit, did I break into your house a while ago?!

Wha--oh my god! [That's where he saw this face before.

Papyrus takes a quick step back, not to back away but to buy a little space in which to point accusingly at Archer without stabbing a gloved finger in anybody's eyes.]

You!! So you did break in... and you weren't so drunk and confused, that you forgot after.

[Not so innocent an accident after all, huh?]

At no point was I confused, asshole. I knew what I was doing. [what kind of alcoholic do you think he is? he's able to control himself right up until black out! that's what happens when you don't spend a lot of time sober...] I did forget! I just-- you pissed me off in the same way! It reminded me like some... Minority Report shit!

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.]

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?]

[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.]

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

Mostly the locks.

WELCOME TO SCENIC MY HOUSE [closed & open prompts]

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