solnet | EMERGENCY BROADCAST (text)

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From: sans.
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URGENT ANNOUNCEMENT: The following is an automated message.

Nature of Emergency: cagey queen left us hanging

PRESS 1 if outside the vicinity of: home If it is safe to do so, follow the prompts to take and send an image of your surroundings to the administrator.

Users in the vicinity of: home are requested to congregate in the: mess hall immediately for: probably a good idea to come save us

Additional Notes:

* sup.
* not much, not much, just hangin' with about 3 new and old friends in this cage dangling precariously above the water.
* can't say i like the conditions either, but the cold and damp doesn't get under my skin. i think i see other cages, tho and, uh, i can't say much for them yet.
* six other occupied cages, with about three in each. hey, it's like those math problems you used to get in school.
* startin' to get a real sinking feeling so if there's anybody out there who ain't locked up, it'd mean a lot to me and over 20 other people if you bailed us out.
* see ya. sans.

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Can you take anything seriously?!

[Sorry, Sans, waking up to a blaring alarm on her phone is not exactly an ideal morning made. Still in her pajamas (this time she found some that are thicker and more fitting for the colder months), Norma growls into her phone - she's not a morning person, and she's doubly not one to be in the best of moods when her roommate she's been worrying about the past two or so months is not in his bed. Naturally, after having and very stunted panic attack, Norma defaults to irritation and anger, her hands shaking slightly.]

I'm home by the way, in my room. [And there's some very loud shuffling and rustling of fabric. Looks like someone's rushing to get dressed.] ...How's everyone else doing? Can you tell?

[It's gonna be an issue if people are panicking.]

[ Sans's tired drone might be construed as 'devil may care' or even unbothered. Ha ha just a funnyman taking nothing seriously, right? ]

Mornin' sunshine. Jury's still out, but I don't think anybody's gonna be too happy about this.

So, uh, while we're hanging tight, what're you doing?

[Sans's sigh, and his overall tone, makes Norma's temper flare, but then she deflates pretty quick. Right, right, he's stuck in one of those cages too. He's trying to make light of a bad situation, keep people calm. Right...right. She gets it. After a deep breath, or two, Norma collects herself and grabs the last of her things.]

Heading to the Mess Hall like you told us to. What do you guys need, besides the obvious?

Dunno yet, kid. Right now, I'm just hopin' nobody panics.

[ Or loses hope, but that's close enough. ]

You'll probably find Colin there or something. Knowin' him, he's been monitoring all the responses here.

A little late for that, Funnybones. [Er, not quite panicked, but she's definitely scared, and anxious. This bares a striking resemblance to what happened a few months ago, but the Queen really stepped it up big time. Of course she would, how is Norma not shocked? At least she's doing a pretty good job of masking how scared she really is, though.]

That's the Movie Man, right? I'll look for him. [There's a pause for a moment, and Norma can't help but laugh a little bit. This really is funny, in a bad way. Didn't she and Sans talk like this when she first got here? Or just about?] We'll get you guys out. Don't worry about it, okay?

[And she's determined to keep her word.]

[ He sighs, sounding more tired than exasperated. ]

Everybody's a critic.

[ Movie Man. That wins a mirthless little heh. Sure, yeah. The Movie Man. ]

Yeah, well, I won't hold my breath.

[ And, for the punchline: ]

Y'know, cuz I don't have lungs.

[Okay, that one actually got a snort, albeit a weak one and a shake of Norma's head. If anything, Sans really can make a bad situation a tiny bit better with his crappy humor. She sighs and smiles. It really is a little like before, only with the roles reversed. Now she's the one trying to help everyone stay, hah...afloat.]

Hey, c'mon, have a little faith in us, alright?! I mean, I owe you a solid for back then when you helped us all out that muck, right? Call this payback for that time. You've got my word that I'll do everything I can to help you guys out.

So none of those sinking feelings, Funnybones. Denied.

[ it's nice, what she's trying to do.

he doesn't deserve it.

if the cold doesn't kill the vulnerable ones the shadows will, and anyone left over wasting away from thirst or hunger or exposure or some mixture of the above is going to sink into the sea in another day.

the last thing his brother will see is their king's son thrashing helplessly in the suffocating dark, before the two of them end up the last conscious suckers pinned down to the ocean floor by tons of ancient wood and rusting metal. ]

Heh heh, thanks for the pep talk. I'm feelin' better already.

[Yeah, that tone alone speaks volumes, and Norma's not about to challenge it. Sans doesn't have much faith in getting out alive, and Norma really can't blame him for it. This is so much like when she first showed up, but on a whole new scale. The Queen has been steadily upping her game more and more and...well, it's gotten pretty disheartening. But maybe that's for the best, right? Some people work well under pressure, and some are just too stubborn to give up on top of all that. The lack of faith just pushes them harder and further to challenge that point of view.

She really wishes Sans would put a little faith in what they can do, but...hey, she's not here to be anyone's cheerleader. She's here to play her part.]

Good, I'll take to you later if I need to, okay? And...thanks for putting out the call.

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