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[balancenpc]

[She's taking a walk about the Quad, and she sees Sans idly strolling by.

Lucretia changes direction, albeit... somewhat abruptly.]

[ribticklers]

[Sans is right in her way when she changes direction. Funny how he does that.]

Hey, just the woman I wanted to see. [He has a mysterious box with him.]

[balancenpc]

[She's so, so tired Sans.

But also, completely lacking in surprise when he reappears from nowhere.]

Oh. Oh, this is going to be awful, isn't it?

Early June, a few days before pirate o'clock; voice

[unrecovered]

What's the going price on information these days?

[ribticklers]

depends on what kind of info it is

action; ehhhh mid-monthish???

[hxppythxughts]

[It's Sayori, back in the infirmary again. As a visitor, not a patient. Once again, she has snacks, though not the unreasonable hoard she brought last time.

She also has real food--one of the instantly digestible burgers and some of the pain-relieving magic peach tea from Bender.

And lastly, unfortunately, she wears a nigh unreadable neutral expression. The only real hint is the tension and her jaw--and maybe the dark circles under her eyes, pronounced from how difficult she's found it to fall asleep since seeing the jellyfish.

She sits down by Sans's bed and sets down the food.] Hi again. I brought you some real food this time. No whole grains.

[ribticklers]

[Sans is pretty happy to see that burger. Nothing goes down quite like monster food. He's looking a lot better, comparatively--his ribcage about three quarters grown back, and he's got an arm up to his elbow.]

Good timing, I can't believe they don't serve burgers in here. [The way Sayori looks doesn't escape Sans's awareness, though.] You havin' trouble sleeping?

mission 5; audio, sometime after jail

[hxppythxughts]

[She has been messaging him occasional skeleton jokes for a while (maybe just a little more often since they talked about her world), and mission time does not mean she has given up on this duty. However, she has been working on something. A magnum opus of skeleton jokes. Given Sans's time in the anti-pun chamber, it seems like a good time to finish it up and send it to him.

She clears her throat.] Ahem.

In a land of skeletons there was a king
Who smiled all the time but laughed at nothing.
The town crier announced (though his eyesockets were dry,)
"Can you make our king laugh? Come and give it a try!

A handsome reward to whoever does succeed
And a position of nobility, the king has decreed!"
The skeletons of the land could feel their bones shake
And they wondered who amongst them had what it would take.

The king never laughed, not a chuckle to his name,
And whoever failed would endure a great shame.
The crier said, "See if your joke makes the cut!"
But the crier clearly meant, "No body has the guts!"

Hundreds tried, and hundreds failed,
Some were embarrassed, and some even wailed.
Of all in the land, it seemed that none had the spine
And they were down to one skeleton, the last in the line.

But then that one poor skeleton gave his joke
And the skeleton king's sense of humer awoke!
What the town skeleton said may never be known
But we do know it tickled the king's funny bone!

[ribticklers]

hey kiddo
has anyone ever told you you're a bone-a fide literary genius

voice; sometime during the lunar interlude

[feytality]

Hey, can we talk? I.... think I found some stuff out, and I'm trying to make sense of it before I talk to the Director.

[ and sans is like, the smartest person she knows, so. ]

voice

[ribticklers]

[More sweet, sweet info? Sans is always looking for that.] Sure, not like I'm ever busy. [You can hear the wink.] Want to meet up somewhere or just talk here?

Early November

[unrecovered]

[Wash's conversation with Leon was...well, disappointing, to put it mildly. On the one hand, Wash isn't terribly fond of Miss Zarves; on the other hand, he trusts Leon's judgment. Fortunately, for him, there's a middle ground.]

[So he's in the library, looking for Sans. It's one of a few places the skeleton might be, and right now Wash's best bet, and...lucky for him, it pans out.]

Are you still in the market for information?

[It's less of a question - of course he is, he's Sans - and more of a way to set the tone of the conversation.]

[ribticklers]

[Sans looks like he's dozing at one of the tables, surrounded by the worst-kept pile of books ever. Wash probably knows better than to think he's actually asleep, though, and he does sit up as soon as Wash talks to him. Of course, he has to stretch in an appropriately lazy manner before he answers.]

I'm always ready to make a deal. [Just like Garfield, except less creepy somehow even though he's a skeleton.]

text, shortly after the mission 6 meeting

[hxppythxughts]

[Even though Sans is a lazybones with depression, Sayori knows he takes his responsibility to Papyrus too seriously to just skip a mission briefing without a really good reason. And though it doesn't make a lot of sense, when she hears what the Relic is, what the mission will be, she has to wonder if somehow he knew ahead of time.

She doesn't message him under that assumption, but she does text him as soon as the briefing lets out.]

sans?

[hxppythxughts]

[...but he doesn't answer, so she tries again.]

you ok? u werent at the briefing and i know ur a lazybones but i dont think u would nap thru this

[hxppythxughts]

[...and still...]

um
idk if i can help i know u dont like to talk about stuff but

done

[hxppythxughts]

were friends and this is weird for u so im worried about you
so message me back if you can ok?

mission 6, loop 1, after 4PM; text

[hxppythxughts]

hi sans!!! (▔∀▔)╯

i know ur watching stuff rly closely so if u dont see me around at dinner dont worry
were not hurt but we totally got caught breaking into the red keep so were in the dungeon now lol („ಡωಡ„)
i guess its my turn to be in jail!!! but no one is stopping us from making puns here

[ribticklers]

[This is alarming, but already it isn't as alarming as it should be. She's in jail now--that's bad, but it's fine, because things will reset. They haven't reset yet, but they'll reset. Nobody will know. No consequences.]

sounds better than the one i was in
you need help or are you just gonna wait it out?

forward dated to the 25th

[dialetheism]

[ On the morning of the 25th, there's a box outside of San's door in the worst Halloween wrapping paper imaginable.

What's inside is similarly as tacky. It's an impossibly fluffy bathrobe, designed to look like your stereotypical wizard's outfit, and a sleeping cap to match. Both are red, and covered with felt stars.

Next to them is a note, in Lion's painfully formal handwriting. "I will be entirely honest: I had no idea what to gift you, so I went with something that I'd hope you at least find amusing. It... seemed like a good idea before Thay, at least.

... I hope you're okay. Happy Candlenights, Sans-san,
- Ushiromiya Lion." ]

present!

[feytality]

[ sans will find a redrawn version of his group photo with sayori and maya included, an ornament that's him and papyrus together, a warm and cozy hot dog print blanket, and a card from maya wishing him a happy candlenights. it contains various doodles of him in various poses, such as: him and papyrus hanging out, sans on his food selling enterprise, sans doing science-y things, him and sayori and maya holding hands, sans napping, cartoony teleportation, and etc. the card details how much maya admires and appreciates everything sans has done for her, how strong and smart she thinks he is, and how much his kindness meant to her, especially when she was new. the card details how much he inspires her all the time, how lucky she feels she is to hve met him and have him as a teammate and friend, and other such gushing. there are also some skeleton puns and jokes in there. the card tells him that he gave her hope and encourages him not to lose hope, that she has faith in him, and wishes him happiness, safety, and a reunion with his brother. ]

[ there's also a (vaguely papyrusy) skeleton-shaped 'happiness' omamori, blessed by mia and maya. ]

25th

[hxppythxughts]

[A messily-wrapped box, with Sans's name written directly on the colorful paper. There's also a doodle of his head accompanying it. There's a handmade card on top, decorated with stickers and doodles of wintry images like snow, gingerbread men, etc. It's not properly signed, but the signature isn't necessary. On one side of the interior:]

Tall green trees in lights twinkling bright,
Sparkling strands of tinsel and snow pure white,
The smell of hot cocoa and apple cider too,
A very merry Candlenights, from Sayori to you!
[And then on the other side:]

I know it would be easier to quit and go somewhere else, or just nap and wake up when it's all over. But you haven't, and I'm really thankful for that! It took me a long time to realize it because I didn't grow up with one (I didn't grow up at all LOL,) but I think you're kind of like family to me. Thanks for always looking out for me even though it'd be a lot easier to just sleep.

[Accompanying the card in its envelope, on sturdy white stationery dotted with pale blue polka-dots, is a poem.

Inside the box is a handmade wreath with small cheesy skeleton ornaments hanging out on it in various poses, a huge book of Faerunian jokes, and a frame that matches the one that Sans put the skeleton poem in.]

25th.

[protegge]

[Happy Candlenights! Sans receives: A note — Thanks for everything. We're not really friends, but I think we'd all be a little fucked without you. Thanks for being Sayori's weird skeleton uncle too. A mug. A value pack of itching powder.]

present

[wrightingwrongs]

[Sans will, on the day of Candlenights, find a small box, a bit sloppily wrapped and with a tag with a hastily scrawled replication of a badge on it.

When he opens it up, he'll find what looks like a notebook that has been heavily doodled on the front and within to make it look like a 'real' book. With the title Wordplay for Lawyers: The Dos and Defen-Don'ts of Legal Laugh-Inducing Wordplay]

[In it is a list of names that Phoenix can recall from his trials that Sans might find humorous, with little sketches of what they look like to add to the humor of their name, as well as a practicaly exhaustive list of every dad-worthy legal pun Phoenix could come up with.]

[On the back 'cover' of the notebook is a small note.]

Maybe it's the idealist in me, but don't let your bones go brittle just because things went bad, okay?
Your happiness means more to people than you might expect.

- P.

P.S.: I never truly thanked you for taking care of them. So...
Thanks.
Keep a stiff upper jaw, Sans!

25th.

[rockymountaindie]

[ Late on the 25th, but still on the day. It's...a pack of these fucking glasses, with a note:

Now this is a good joke.

- Alex ]