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[She's taking a walk about the Quad, and she sees Sans idly strolling by.
Lucretia changes direction, albeit... somewhat abruptly.]
Lucretia changes direction, albeit... somewhat abruptly.]
[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.]
Hey, just the woman I wanted to see. [He has a mysterious box with him.]
[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?
But also, completely lacking in surprise when he reappears from nowhere.]
Oh. Oh, this is going to be awful, isn't it?
What gave you that idea? [This is obviously going to be extremely pleasant. Sans opens the box--it's elderflower macarons.] I even brought food.
Sans, I swear- if you're playing a joke on me, please know that I'm on approximately 4 hours of sleep and hanging on by a single thread here.
[Holy shit.
Elderflower macarons.
She looks at the box apprehensively, and takes one for herself. She's trusting you, kid!]
Hot diggity shit. That is a baller cookie.
[Holy shit.
Elderflower macarons.
She looks at the box apprehensively, and takes one for herself. She's trusting you, kid!]
Hot diggity shit. That is a baller cookie.
[Sans is definitely counting that as a good reaction.] See? Totally worth a little conversation. [You owe him now.]
Oh good god.
[This is practically a bribe, isn't it?]
You didn't have to-- well, I'm not going to complain. How can I help you, Sans?
[This is practically a bribe, isn't it?]
You didn't have to-- well, I'm not going to complain. How can I help you, Sans?
Just a few questions, no big deal. [Everything is totally chill.] Figured if I was gonna ask about the Hunger, we might as well not be hungry. [Rimshot, but not literally.]
[She grimaces as if she were in immense pain from that awful pun.]
Sans, it doesn't do anyone well to speak of the Hunger lightly.
[PLEASE SPARE HER.]
But alright, I will answer to the best of my ability. Shoot.
Sans, it doesn't do anyone well to speak of the Hunger lightly.
[PLEASE SPARE HER.]
But alright, I will answer to the best of my ability. Shoot.
[Will she, though? That's part of the question, too.]
So, we don't really hear a lot about it. It eats universes, you pulled us out. Got specifics? [Maybe that's vague. But what she does with that question says something about her, doesn't it?]
So, we don't really hear a lot about it. It eats universes, you pulled us out. Got specifics? [Maybe that's vague. But what she does with that question says something about her, doesn't it?]
It's a massively spoiled brat who is in need of a nap. It's like your friend you take to the restaurant and tell them "order what you'd like" and they ask for the entire front page of the menu.
[Details on actually knowing what the Hunger is... is, well, pretty sparse. She doesn't even- truthfully, TRUTHFULLY, know a whole lot about it.]
I have the ability to save people from different realities in a moment- just a moment- before the world collapses. If I could pull an entire reality out of the Hunger's mouth, believe you me, I would absolutely do that.
[Details on actually knowing what the Hunger is... is, well, pretty sparse. She doesn't even- truthfully, TRUTHFULLY, know a whole lot about it.]
I have the ability to save people from different realities in a moment- just a moment- before the world collapses. If I could pull an entire reality out of the Hunger's mouth, believe you me, I would absolutely do that.
[What are the odds of getting the Hunger to spit out the food before it gets too digested? Sans doesn't ask that, because he's not optimistic enough to risk it. He thinks about that question enough already.]
So. Were we random? Whoever was closest? [That's the only reason Sans can imagine someone picking him.
(Well, no, not the only reason, but the only good one.)]
'Cause if I had to do all that work, I'd just grab whoever so I didn't have to work even harder.
So. Were we random? Whoever was closest? [That's the only reason Sans can imagine someone picking him.
(Well, no, not the only reason, but the only good one.)]
'Cause if I had to do all that work, I'd just grab whoever so I didn't have to work even harder.
What's the going price on information these days?
The nature and contents of the library's restricted section.
want a trombone solo?
[That is a terrible offer but really, he's interested, do go on.]
[That is a terrible offer but really, he's interested, do go on.]
...you know, I thought you were interested in this, but if that's your best offer I can find someone else.
[He knows Sans is interested; he's just acting aloof, like a cat that wants proper respect before it gets its belly scratched. This is going to happen, but there is some requisite game playing that needs to go down first.]
[He knows Sans is interested; he's just acting aloof, like a cat that wants proper respect before it gets its belly scratched. This is going to happen, but there is some requisite game playing that needs to go down first.]
that's a very rare offer, you know
what do you want?
what do you want?
[There's a low demand joke here, but it's not worth going for.]
A trade. You give me whatever information you have on the Bureau - the Director, the voidfish, all of it - and I'll give you what I have on the restricted section. Ongoing.
A trade. You give me whatever information you have on the Bureau - the Director, the voidfish, all of it - and I'll give you what I have on the restricted section. Ongoing.
pretty big demands for a guy who drugged me
[Sans isn't necessarily against this, though. There's no proof Wash has something worth a lot of information, but there's also no way for Wash to prove Sans has or hasn't said everything he knows, if something comes up he feels especially interested in hiding.]
if your info's no good, my info river goes bone dry, of course
[Sans isn't necessarily against this, though. There's no proof Wash has something worth a lot of information, but there's also no way for Wash to prove Sans has or hasn't said everything he knows, if something comes up he feels especially interested in hiding.]
if your info's no good, my info river goes bone dry, of course
I still don't regret it.
[That tone is basically an audible shrug.]
Of course.
Look, I wouldn't have proposed an ongoing information exchange if I wasn't good for my half of it. Are you in?
[That tone is basically an audible shrug.]
Of course.
Look, I wouldn't have proposed an ongoing information exchange if I wasn't good for my half of it. Are you in?
[Works for him.]
The restricted section is in a pocket dimension, for one.
The restricted section is in a pocket dimension, for one.
[Interesting. Right up Sans's alley, as far as his magical specialties go.]
It's probably more practical, storage-wise. Maybe security-wise, depending on how they have it set up. [Sans is kind of tempted to respond with the Director's favorite food, just because it would be funny, but he'll refrain.] You know that information about the "technomancer" path that showed up on the network a while back? I got that from Miss Zarves.
[That's two pieces of information--that Sans was the one who made that pop up on the network and who he got it from. He's being generous.]
It's probably more practical, storage-wise. Maybe security-wise, depending on how they have it set up. [Sans is kind of tempted to respond with the Director's favorite food, just because it would be funny, but he'll refrain.] You know that information about the "technomancer" path that showed up on the network a while back? I got that from Miss Zarves.
[That's two pieces of information--that Sans was the one who made that pop up on the network and who he got it from. He's being generous.]
Both. It's waterproof, at least.
[It also tells him that Zarves is still a factor, despite the fact that the damage she'd done had mostly been repaired.]
Why am I not surprised that you made friends with Miss Zarves.
[#justSansthings]
[It also tells him that Zarves is still a factor, despite the fact that the damage she'd done had mostly been repaired.]
Why am I not surprised that you made friends with Miss Zarves.
[#justSansthings]
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