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hey, it's sans.

y'know, looking back? it's been pretty interesting.

i mean, look at us. we've got some basic amenities, power, even phones and the best internet you can make banging rocks together. we've got a community and everything, hey! nothing quite like the stale smell of desperation to really bring people together. but i've heard more than one of us ask what this war's really good for. for us.

makes a guy think about something other than starrs for a change. (yeah, see what i did there? you just dated yourself.)

anyway there's an actual point to this. see, being a good little soldier really tuckered the kid out, so frisk's gone on a vacation. some of you probably have questions. before you do, i want you to think about how much pressure kids should take. and maybe, y'know, lay off a little.

i'll keep you posted. see ya.

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What kind of a vacation?

[What does that mean? They can't take vacations. Is this supposed to be a joke? She doesn't get it.]

you gonna be okay, dude?

[Because Wade can smell FUCKING BULLSHIT a mile away.]

Edited 2016-04-28 21:53 (UTC)

[Did you know that you can set alerts for when people post to the network?

Chara does. And they've set alerts for a few people now- including Sans, though they don't expect it to come in too handy. The likelihood of him posting something outside of an emergency was remote; and indeed, his message is...vague and ridiculous, for the most part.

Like someone who's roundabout avoiding what has to be said.]

Where are they.

[Children and their games. Though she lets her children explore their environment, she still expects them to periodically check in with her. That Sans delivers this news publicly is cause for concern.]

What is this about a vacation?

the kind you probably wouldn't like.
where you do absolutely nothing.

wish i was so lucky, pal.
we could all use a little time to get away, know what i mean?

with me.
you wanna talk? then let's talk, kiddo.
gotta feeling my phalanges are gonna get tired answering texts for the rest of the day.

kid needed a break and got one.
timing could be better, but, uh. not exactly our choice to make, y'know?

[It was in fact a forced vacation that prompted Zuko to say "doing nothing is a waste of time," but this sounds... off.]

But we can't go anywhere. Is Frisk all right?

[He doesn't have to worry; they're already out the door. And the first location on their agenda is his room- Frisk's room, more importantly. Their steps are quick, just short of running, and they're blind to anyone they might pass on the way, pushing the door open so hard it slams against the wall-

But nobody came.

...A frustrated exhale. There's nothing here; just two empty beds, rumpled from use. One more rumpled than the other.

It's not Sans', for once. There's a little pot on the bedside table; a few flowers growing inside that have yet to bloom...figures that they'd be into taking care of them.

Chara almost leaves when it catches their eye- and closer examination yields...something, at least. Frisk must have dropped the flower under their bed, at some point. No one told them you aren't supposed to cut the stems straight; they live longer if you slice at an angle.]

[...They feel even more uneasy than before, phone held up to their ear. They'll call as many times as it takes for him to pick up.]

Sans.

Where are they?

Coming to ya.

What'cha need me to bring?

yeah, they weren't feeling so great, but the worst is over.

kid's gonna be just fine, but hey. i'll let them know you were worried about them, ok?

Colin, hey.

[ He sounds tired. Which, uh, is a pretty normal thing for Sans. Maybe there's a little relief there, too. ]

Top of the world, or close as you get in this castle. Heh.

[ Judging from the barely audible squawking in the background, he means he's in the rooftop garden. ]

Won't say no to company. How 'bout it, pal?

Already knew that, just wondering what party favors to bring.

Not spying. Just got you pegged for that spot of grass we've been packing down.

[He IS keeping track of Sans, but he didn't need it to figure he was there.]

Of course not. I will bring them some tea to help them relax. Please let them know.

'Course ya did.

[ you dirty stalker.

Just kidding, this time he's... pretty glad he doesn't have to go through a lot of explaining. Colin isn't cutting through the bullshit to ask any hard-hitting questions, and that's helpful. Maybe not healthy, but helpful. ]

Anyway, thanks, but uh, skip it. Not really a party animal.

Got it. I'll bring an extra pillow and a blanket.

[He doesn't need to ask questions. He's learned to speak "Sans" to some proficiency. Bad shit's happened.]

We'll watch the sky, I'll talk about stuff. You can interject as needed. Haven't had a good chance to really give me voice a marathon in a while, getting kinda rusty.

Maybe I'll tell you about Psilon Science. You'll probably love it and wonder how insane we both are for that.

sure, tori.
let's talk about this later.

[ When he's in a better space and can be sure he won't breathe a dozen bad lies in some half-baked attempt to spare her the bad news.

It's enough for now but he'll have to talk to her about this soon.

Keeping the rest of the castle's residents from inquiring constantly, though, that kinda takes priority. ]

Vacation.

[Explain.]

library's gotta great dictionary if you're looking for a definition, buttercup.

Why? And who's going to look after little old me?

[Read: Who' going to stop me from killing everyone?]

[ His line is busy the first time. He misses the following call, maybe two. Hard to tell, he just answers with that sort of fuzzy crackle that speaks of wind brushing the receiver. ]

Hey, sunshine. Like I said, with me. Judging from the repeated question, you must be in our room. Sorry, Chara, your partner's in another part of the castle.

[ He pauses, adding a little more soberly: ]

Y'know, when I said let's talk, I meant off the phone.

[ This old chestnut. ]

aren't you a little old to need a babysitter?

A flower needs more than just babysitting. Sometimes, it needs a little coaxing in order to not invade another patch of flowers, and Frisk's the only gardener here that I know of.

[Read: You don't have the DETERMINATION to protect others, but Frisk does.]

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