A: WAKING UP KNOCHENMUS - Kiara
[Papyrus startles awake from dreams of a human life, the sounds of crashing windows and distant shouts fading from his ears in the quiet of his bedroom... Or, a bedroom. He seems to wake up. But it's yet another unfamiliar room, and his arms aren't skeletal, and it seems the sounds are fading from actual human ears.]

I didn't know... you could dream in a dream?

[Really, you learn new things every day. Is this part the dream within the dream, or was that the first bit?]


B: [NETWORK] WALKIE TALKIE TEXTING - open to all, addressed to Sans
[Maybe an hour or two into waking, everyone's wrist radios - wherever they've been left - light up with sudden capslocking.]

SANS ARE YOU HERE?? OVER.

[Listen, with how new yet old-fashioned all of the technology looks, maybe they have to type "over" like it's a telegram. He doesn't know for sure.]


C: LOST ROBOT
[All around Shadyside, people can spot Mr. Knochenmus in his bright red Lincoln Continental, driving upwards of fifteen miles an hour, without even winding up on the sidewalks now. Learning to drive in a dream: you could easily see a 300% improvement.

It would seem he's misplaced a pet or something, with the way he's tacking up posters here and there... but anyone who inspects them more closely will instead find this: a HAVE YOU SEEN THIS ROBOT poster, with a large black stamp depicting a box shape on a wheel, waving at anyone who looks its way. At the bottom, the poster instructs readers to call Papyrus if they have... but it neglects to include a number to call.

Maybe you catch the moment when Mr. Knochenmus realizes that, when he spins around to the last poster he put up, and dashes over to handwrite that at the very bottom.]

D: ILLUMINATING LOOMIS DRIVE
[If the HHA's enthusiastic sponsoring of the aluminum trees is anything, it's a blue flag reminding him of the functionality of jack-o-lanterns. He remembers run-ins with the zombies, between being chased, and hearing others' danger over the radio, and those vivid red gashes in his brothers' arm. If this holiday is enforced as energetically - maybe by those friendly elves or something? - then he wants to get ahead of the curve.

To that end, Papyrus dumps a lot of time and money into decorations. The tree, yes, but also yard decor. Little window candles, wreathes, string lights, home-made fake snowmen to dot the yards... You name it, and by 1961 technology you got it.

More to the point, you got it. His neighbors on the odd side of Loomis Drive will find Papyrus stopping by, as neighborly as any of the gifters of gelatin back in October... Except instead of coming to the door and announcing himself, he's just helpfully installing a couple of decorations on everyone's property. Better safe than sorry!]


E: SURPRISE SNOWTOWN
[Going through a doorway to suddenly find himself in a different location is an all-too-familiar experience. Sure, it lacked the brief blanking out of the world, no jolt or sound to announce when things were back in place... but familiar, and all too easily to know who to blame.]

SANS!! Did you magic me here???

[He didn't know magic was working - it hasn't been for him - but rest assured he'll be interrogating his brother on the matter. But he only shouts like that for so long, and only up until he gets answers from his brother.

The rest of the times he finds himself in the holiday village, he explores and enjoys the snow - as best he can, with the cold. It's so busy with activities, and vibrantly colorful decorations. But if he squints, and just focuses on the snow and lights on the decorative houses...]

It almost looks like Snowdin.

F: IS FOR FASHION
[In what is becoming a distressing trend in this town, there's yet another social event coming up with almost no warning! Almost no prep time! Fortunately, he already has a red blazer, which with white shirt and black slacks is surely enough to satisfy the HHA's requirements - red's the only color in it, after all!

With that justification well in hand, he's using this pre-Gala time to hit up a barbershop and get a little help getting his hair as styled as it could be. Audible from the street is his instruction to the barber:]

Formal... but still cool!!

G: GETTING THE PARTY JITTERS
[As it turns out, just a colorful blazer is not quite enough, and Papyrus finds himself the... happy... lendee of a shinier red suit. If he's less than thrilled about it, it's not because he hates borrowing, or even because he dislikes the reflectiveness - he's seen celebrities in flashier outfits than this and cheered. It's just that he thought he'd figured out the rules, and hadn't, quite. Which leads to another worry, as Mayor Clarke finishes that speech.]

Were we supposed to bring presents?? I think they left that off, on my invitation...

[ooc: You know the drill, there's so many possible prompts and so little time to write them all. If none of these suit but you want to run into the ex-skeleton, catch me on the plotting post, hit this journal or my plurk with a pm swirlingflight, or gamble on writing a prompt of your own!

He'll be around the house fairly often, between decorating and getting the hang of the tools of this time period... But he'll also spend time out on the town, whether driving, checking out the latest fashions in stores or peering in at barber shops, and probably even trying out some part-time jobs.

Also, feel free to use prose or [brackets] as you prefer, I match styles.]