Dictation - ERROR 000 - [Voice] (Forward-dated for the 28th)

[drabsolutelynot]

Sans? Remember…rember…about the frog? The frog- The one that, um, that--[jesus, SansWhoIsn'tHereRightNow, can't you just follow his thinking on this?] --YOU KNOW THE FROG.

[Does Rosen think he’s actually talking to Sans?  Was he maybe trying to call Sans? Its unclear and as he is going to proceed either way, we may never know.]

What the fudge does the frog do when its half, um, half fudging boiled, hm? Does it realize whats going to happen? Or is it stupid and f…fluffing blind until the bitter freighting end?

[Rosen’s mind is reaching for the word ‘fucking’ but keeps landing just off mark. Even in his drunken haze he’s sensing he’s not getting the word he’s looking for, and the annoyance of that can possibly be sensed in the increasing agitation in his voice. That, coupled with what distinctly sounds like a glass bottle, or several, rolling across a table or, in this case, a floor.]

Flick the frog.  

[Closer, but no cigar. At least he got the F, a vowel, and the ‘ck’ in there. Points for trying? Rosen feels like he gets points for trying. For a few moments all that can be heard is Rosen half-singing ‘Jeremiah was a bullfrog’ under his breath before he goes very quiet]

Sans.

[Rosen’s voice is now serious. Contemplative.]

Can someone be the frog, the fr’pan, and the dick who has a frog and a frying pan all at the same time? 

[A long, labored sigh] 

I think m’doing it.

[End recording]

Comments

1/?? buckle up

[skelebro]

[So he gets a message. Or rather, the whole of the network gets a message. A very public message that he's presuming is meant to be private.

He, uh...gives it a listen.]

[skelebro]

[skelebro]

[skelebro]

[skelebro]

[He gives it another listen.]

[skelebro]

[...]

[skelebro]

[ . . . ]

voice DONE

[skelebro]

[...nope. Still not getting it.

Time to seek confirmation from the source. He phones him right on back.]

You, uh...wanna run that by me again, pal?

Re: voice DONE

[drabsolutelynot]

I am the frog Sans.

[Is the gurgled response, followed by]

'Nd i f'n smashed the f'n frog.

[skelebro]

Uh-huh.

[He is gonna just go rummaging about for the keys to his moped. Just in case.]

Last I checked, you were pretty much human. Unless you croaked and had some issues comin' back.

[drabsolutelynot]

[There's an unhappy groan, almost a whine]

You're not listening, Sans. M'not saying i'm A frog. I'm saying m'THE frog.

[There's a clattering as flops into another position on the floor, sending an empty bottle skittering away from him]

Lisssssstteeeeennnn

[video]

[somuchlove]

[Well that sure is a Thing. Given the party going on Chara doesn't have to guess what happened to the good doctor here and while they're tempted to ignore this, he did put up with their shenanigans during the city split.

Least they can do is talk until someone picks him up or he - somehow - picks himself up.]

I do not believe you're 'doing it', whatever it is. Had a little too much fun at the party?

[skelebro]

[He listens real hard, and gets nothing for his trouble other than the hollow ping of glass against what sounds like stone. Seems like the guy's pretty seriously out of it, and he'd take a guess as to where he is, but he's got no clue.

The jangling of keys, and he nudges the door open with one slipperclad toe.]

The frog, okay. The boiled water frog. I gotcha.

So what about the frog?

Re: [video]

[drabsolutelynot]

[Oh, hello Chara. He'll be mortified that you saw this when he can remembers what it's like to have inhibitions]

I wsn't at the party. N'you shouldn't be at the party.

[He blinks into his phone from where he's flopped across his floor, something clearly confusing him]

Did you need s'mething? You've n'ver called me before

[No. He still does not realize his message was sent to everybody]

Chara. [Suddenly overly serious] .....you didn't go to the party, did you?

[drabsolutelynot]

I took the frying pan and i bashed it. Cuz the frog is me and cuz I had a frying pan n'I hated looking at the me-frog.

[Clearly this makes sense.]

M'the frog bashing frog.

[skelebro]

[Yep. Completely and utterly.]

And where's frog-you now, huh? The bar? Your place?

[So maybe he's fishing. Can you blame him? It don't sound much like Rosen's doing real great on his own.]

[drabsolutelynot]

M'in my place

[He then 'shooshes' very loudly]

But thats a secret.

[skelebro]

'Course it is, yeah.

[Low and easy, and hopefully soothing.]

Listen, Doc. I get what you're sayin', really I do. [He does not in any way understand any of what Rosen's trying to communicate.] But I think it'd make a bit more sense in a hands-on kinda way, y'know? Face to face. Howzat sound?

[drabsolutelynot]

[Rosen hums, drunkenly considering it]

You mean like a presentation?

[video]

[somuchlove]

[Consider their eyebrows raised at his comment that he wasn't at the party. And Chara's totally not going to answer if they had gone to the party or not.]

So you normally speak on the network while sounding inebriated? And no, I did not call you. This is public. Hopefully it was not a private message between you and Sans.

[Although given what they can understand, Chara's pretty sure that isn't the case. But it's still kind of funny.]

Re: [video]

[drabsolutelynot]

[There's a long pause as Rosen's eyes narrow in confusion, then seem to go distant and unfocused, before briefly looking as though he's had a revelation, until he's left with eyes the size of dinner plates]

No.

[His hands come up and paw unhappily at his face]

N'was talking to Sans.

[einselective]

You're drunk. Get off the network.

[skelebro]

[He can't help it; he laughs. It's brief, punctuated by the low rumble of the revving motor.]

Sure, yeah. But wait 'till I get there, yeah? We can get everything all set up once I'm there.

[drabsolutelynot]

M'kay.

[A beat]

Sans? .....Chara's calling me drunk. [Another pause] actually they said 'inebriated'.

S'a big word. Its a fancy word for drunk.

[drabsolutelynot]

M'not

[Its mumbled first before he concedes]

maybe a little