video/action (forward-dated to 4/20); while collecting the stars, i connected the dots

[skelebro]

[The video wobbles a minute before it steadies, locking onto a grinning skull. It's your friendly neighborhood skeleton, Sans, looking undeniably pleased with himself as he comments to someone just off screen:]

'S lookin' great so far.

[There's a fumbling tapping as the feed gets jostled, and Sans is forced to set the thing onto the ground, face-down. At least the audio filters through, unimpeded if a bit muffled.]

All right. We ready?

[There's a distant sound of affirmation - two, actually, though one sounds a mite more stammered than the first. Kate, it seems, hadn't much wanted to take part in the announcement itself. So when the feed swings up again, there's two distinctively non-human shapes in the periphery - a yellow, lizardlike creature and a small black hedgehog that sharp-eyed cave-dwellers might recognize as Alphys and Shadow, respectively. The video jerks again, blurring the twin blazes of color into smeared linear streaks, and the cave gets a lovely shot of Sans's pink fuzzy slippers in preparation for the finale.

There's a click of fleshless fingers snapping; hundreds of tiny, glowing objects being displaced and then replaced, buried into the rock of the ceiling. Takes a lot out of a skeleton and leaves him a bit stooped from the effort, but it's worth it.

The camera swings up again to pan across the ceiling, now lit with a vast array of blue sparkling stones.]

It ain't Tranquility's illusions, but... [One last whip-pan back to Sans's face, and he winks at the camera, lookin' just a tiny bit more on the edge of exhaustion than usual. Just a hair.] You can consider it a good constellation prize.

[Enjoy the night sky, Hadriel. It'll last for quite a while. Sans, for his part, plans to be stargazing all night. Feel free to find him at the lake, if you're real interested.]

Comments

[fadeling]

No. [Not after that conversation, anyway.]

[skelebro]

[Yeah. He kinda figured.]

Great.

Good to know.

[fadeling]

Yes. Maybe.

I won't look.

[skelebro]

Good.

[Curt, maybe, but he ain't earned the right to be anything else. Not with the way things've already started goin'.]

Enjoy the "stars," pal.

[fadeling]

They aren't for me.

...I'll try.

[skelebro]

You're down here, ain't ya?

[They're just about for everybody.]

[fadeling]

Yes. Why?

[skelebro]

So you can see 'em plenty.

Just about everybody down here can.

[fadeling]

Yes, but they're for other people more.

[skelebro]

[Oh my god dude]

We didn't set out to make 'em especially for anyone, buddo. If they're there, you can enjoy 'em.

[fadeling]

Alright.