feytality: I'm just a lean green spirit medium from outer space (feed me seymour)
Maya "worlds MOST tragic orphan" Fey ([personal profile] feytality) wrote2018-11-11 09:04 pm

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[personal profile] ribticklers 2019-11-10 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
i got better

[Sans just can't directly tell someone he died, apparently.]
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[personal profile] ribticklers 2019-11-10 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
nah
unless you got an extra skeleton hand sitting around


[Don't freak out about the missing hand...]
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[personal profile] ribticklers 2019-11-10 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
don't worry about it
i've still got one hand
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[personal profile] ribticklers 2019-11-10 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[never too soon]

sorry, kiddo, yours have all that gross human gunk on em
it'd look weird stuck to my arm
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[personal profile] ribticklers 2019-11-10 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
it's cool

[It's not--several things aren't--but Sans is trying not to think about these things.]

i did see something else in there
or not see it
the not seeing it was part of it
you know, one of those magic things that your brain doesn't want to understand


[Does Maya know that??? Does anyone???]
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[personal profile] ribticklers 2019-11-10 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[On the one hand, this is very suspicious as far as the potential for Maya trying to get him to talk a about feelings. On the other hand, there are things to talk about and snacks to eat.

Well, he doesn't have two hands to debate with anymore, does he? Oh well.]


sounds good to me
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[personal profile] ribticklers 2019-11-11 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Sans's travel could be described as meandering, though he doesn't keep Maya waiting too long. He brought cookies! He teleports over to her.]

What's up? [They are.]
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[personal profile] ribticklers 2019-11-11 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Here, I'll trade you. [Sans takes the burger and levitates over some cookies for her. He only has his left hand to grab with now, after all. As far as his right arm in general, it just ends right where his wrist bones should be, with nothing below it.]

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[personal profile] ribticklers 2019-11-11 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Sans decides to start with the part he is okay with talking about, which is to say the weird thing he has no idea what it was. He talks between burger bites.] Ended up in a room that wasn't really fully formed. Restricted section's a pocket dimension, so that's not really that surprising. There was something in the middle I couldn't see. I could pick it up and stuff, but my sockets just weren't havin' it. Some kind of cylinder with flared out bits and a flared bit at the end with a long circular thing stuck on it.

That's just going by feel, of course.
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[personal profile] ribticklers 2019-11-25 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Nah, I died after the room shifted around me. [The casual way Sans says it is intended to be a joke, but also he's clearly not entirely unfamiliar with the idea of dimensional shifting.] I could see the thing that killed me. Spherical, sounded a lot like the topaz.

[He didn't have time to check to see if it was made of topaz, of course.]
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[personal profile] ribticklers 2019-12-02 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Guess they're restricting it. [The name of the section is kind of its own warning.] Dunno exactly how long I was in there, but Lucretia brought me back. Woke up in her office.