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

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

[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.]

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[When Rosen sees the video he can hardly contain his curiosity. He must go see it for himself, and he wanders, head craned back to see what can be seen. He might accidentally bump into corner in his distraction but he quickly corrects himself and continues in his directionless wandering.

It brings him to the lake where, upon dropping his head, he sees a familiar silhouette.

Lee stops a few paces away content to not say anything for a long moment. Though eventually he settles himself down on the ground, legs crossed and face turned upwards once again and after a while he says loudly enough for Sans to hear]

These are the kinds of prizes that really matter.

[It really is somethin' to see it all at once. The lake offers the best view, though that could be just a personal bias talkin'. No way to say, really. Either way, he can't help but feel a mite pleased at how it all played out.

Something nice for people. Even if the idea itself was conceptualized while very drunk and intent on drowning his sorrows, post-deception.

The doc tracks him down, like he's wont to do, and Sans leans up against the nearest cave wall with a leisurely grin.]

You're tellin' me. You weren't 'round when Tranquility gave us a fake sky and everything, were ya?

[Lee distractedly shakes his head]

No. Just the landsharks, remember?

[That was when he had met Sans in the first place, after all.]

I might be glad that I wasn't. It seems like a cruel thing to give only to take away.

[He steals a brief peek at the skeleton. Its odd the way the gentle light from above lightly illuminates bone. Sans almost doesn't look like he's actually there]

How did you do it?

[Just the landsharks. Right. Sometimes he loses track of who's seen what and when. Feels like he's been here forever. It ain't even been a year.]

Eh. It was mostly illusion anyhow.

[Not unlike now, as a matter of fact; only difference being that this illusion's more of a solid, semipermanent thing than a visual distortion laid atop the rubble and wreck of the city itself.]

Had a little help from some friends of mine. They prepped the "stars," I helped stick 'em up.

And how did you [With a grin he purposely points a finger in San's direction and with it gestures upwards] get up there?

Another shortcut?

Oh, I didn't. I just...shifted things along, a little.

[Like removing bullets from a gun, only with a bit more precision. When you're shifting objects, it's a mite harder to focus on what's being displaced and where it ends up. Charting everything beforehand had been a hell of a mental math problem, but it worked out in the end.]

Easier with smaller things.

[Oh, please. He can be as gruff and standoffish as he likes, but he wouldn't've agreed to the whole idea if he didn't wanna make someone happy, on some level.]

You ain't gonna stick around? See the sights a little?

[See? Even the most hardened of edgelords have got to stop and smell the flowers. Or, uh, in this case - stop and watch the stone-stars.]

Yeah, see? Take a load off. You've earned it.

[She's a little breathless.]

Wow. It's beautiful.

[Guess who's real interested?

There's a few things Frisk could have done to make this easier on themself. They could have called him, for one, or texted. Asked him where he was going to be, instead of running over half the city, instead of relying on vague, half-directions from a few people they come across.

Their thermos still feels warm when they find him, at least. Cozy enough to leave their palms sweaty. There's a blanket about their shoulders that they almost regret bringing, at this point- but picnics are supposed to have blankets, right?

Not that this is a picnic. It's more like... a miniature one. A hint of a picnic, heralded in by the scuff of their shoes against the ground, and the quiet slosh of liquid as Frisk holds the cylinder out for him to see.]

It's hot chocolate.

[He can't turn away hot chocolate.

Right?]

[Bianca is clapping her hands, her eyes dancing.]

It's wonderful. We are all of us in a hole in the ground, but now we're looking at the stars. Thank you. Thank you so much.

[Just seein' the looks on everyone's faces, right here? Yeah. Totally worth it.]

Should last us a little while, I'm thinkin'. Not a real night sky, but...looks close enough, yeah?

[They find him eventually. Maybe he should'a been a little clearer about where he was planning to be, but - hell, this works too. They're good at trackin' him down, if they're really feelin' up to it. Real determined to find him, and find him they do.

With a thermos in hand.

Hot chocolate. Exactly the kinda thing a kid should be enjoying, looking up at the fake sky speckled with fake stars. A halfway picnic, blanket draped about their shoulders, and he really should'a brought something along those lines. But, uh, preparation, evidently, is for chumps.

He grins, settling onto the grass and patting the patch of ground beside him. Pull up some turf, take a load off.]

Hey, good thinking.

[She seems - elated. That, right there, that makes it all more than worth it. Seein' people genuinely happy. Maybe Delight'll even find herself a bit of fuel in the meantime.]

See, now we gotta whole mess of fresh constellations that need namin'.

That is a horrible pun an' you're fired.

Only not, that's amazin'.

[Amos has missed the stars and this, along with his familiarity with magic, has prompted him to commit, despite his unease with the undead.]

What? You got somethin' against skelepuns?

[That one's a gimme, but how else is one meant to establish his position as incorrigible punster?]

[Who needs preparation, when the blanket's for him anyway? Their hesitation lasts only as long as it takes to get the invitation; they've been cleared for landing, flopping down next to him in a move that could've been a little more careful, considering their precious cargo. It's fine, it has a lid.

Most of the blanket gets thrown over his lap, a small corner reserved for their legs. Too warm for much else, after all that running about.]

Asgore helped me make it. It's good for you.

[Would help take back that tiny, extra edge of exhaustion.]

[And he even gets a blanket. And Frisk gets a square of it, even if they don't seem to mind so much. They're always happiest giving stuff to other people. Rejecting it would just be...pretty rude, at this rate, huh?

So he accepts the thermos, wrapping phalanges around its warmth even if he don't much need to. Bone don't get real cold without skin.]

Good for a sweet tooth, yeah?

[He taps a phalanx against his smile with a soft click.]

[One eye closes in pretend disbelief]

Will your wonders never cease, Sans?

Me? C'mon, I'm just a lazy guy with a shitty sense of humor. What's so weird about that?

[Nothing "wondrous" about this skeleton, that's for sure.]

Its certainly unexpected, given everything.

[He looks upwards once more]

Hold your applause; Shadow's the one who had the idea.

[While drunk, no less.]

Well I applaud him. But thats not what I meant.

[But he won't go further]

Can I ask you yet another question, Sans?

[Surprise surprise, Rosen wants to ask you something]

Heh heh. [Does the doc ever stop asking questions? Well, hell. It's the nature of anybody with a doctorate, honestly. He won't contest that.]

Shoot.

[No. He would cease to exist were he to ever run out of questions to ask.]

Of the people who have been brought here, or at least of the ones that aren't from the Underground, how many, um-

[He pauses, trying to find a polite way to put this]

-have any of them ever reacted badly, per say, to meeting a talking skeleton?

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and then everyone watched the stars with snas again. so much sin, so little time

if you start this fucking shit again i swear to god

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