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un: dearsunshine; text; timey-wimey, a few days after the network is up???

[hxppythxughts]

hi sans!!! ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ
sooooo i know ive got a pretty barebones memory rn... (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
but it seems like we were pretty good friends before this so i thought itd be nice to send you a message!!! ヽ(o＾▽＾o)ノ

[Yeah, that seems like a good start...]

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[Sans had kind of been meaning to get in touch with Sayori since he saw all the messages, but figuring out exactly how to start that conversation eluded him. Good thing Sayori solved that problem for him.]

hey
judging by your old messages it seems like you're pretty hip to a good pun
no wonder your poem ice cream sticks are jokes too

[hxppythxughts]

[This is why it's always good to keep an extrovert around!]

yeah!!! omg i couldnt believe how many jokes i sent you LOL (ᗒᗜᗕ)՛̵̖
some of them were rly good too!!!

[Meaning really bad.]

did u see the WHOLE POEM of skeleton jokes i wrote??? Σ(°ロ°) it was crazy how the heck did i do that???

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pretty sure that was one of those moments of artistic genius you hear about
i really did get that framed

[Sans attaches a picture of said poem in its ridiculous frame. It has to be in a drawer right now because cabanas don't really have walls suited to hang things, but it is here.]

[hxppythxughts]

omg (´•ω•̥`)

[This show of approval makes her feel things, for some reason.]

what a cute frame its perfect for that poem!!! ☆*:.｡.💀💀💀.｡.:*☆
im glad u liked it so much (＾▽＾)

i still dont remember much
but i think u were like...my joke mentor!!! (๑°o°๑)
does that sound familiar???

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if i was you took your homework pretty seriously
and i wouldn't turn down someone who had a good funny bone to work with
and i definitely know bones
so maybe that was it

[hxppythxughts]

[She can't help but notice that he doesn't actually answer the question.]

yeah i bet that was it!!! it makes sense!!!
hey if ur a skeleton that tells jokes doesnt that mean that ALL ur bones are funny bones??? (^_−)☆

un: dearsunshine; text

[hxppythxughts]

hi sans!!!
what did the poet say to the skeleton??? (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)

[ribticklers]

i dunno
but i think i'm about to find out

[hxppythxughts]

u feel it in ur bones huh? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

well
the poet messaged the skeleton and said:
what are u stanza-ing around for? walk a few meters for some sacrum-ptious churros!!!

[you couldnt just say "meet me at the churro stand" could you]

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kiddo
you're making me an offer i can't refuse

[So yes, Sans will head over there! Though at least partially via teleportation, because why walk when you don't have to?]

un: PAPYRUS; text

[spaghettimonster]

HEY SANS! GUESS WHO.

[That's probably a rhetorical question, given he immediately sends more messages.]

I SAW THAT VENDING MACHINE AGAIN.
BUT THIS TIME. IT HAD A CELLPHONE.
ONE THAT I RECOGNIZED INSTANTLY.
SANS, I HAVE MY CELLPHONE!!!
IT'S FULL OF PICTURES OF ME, AND EVEN SOME OF YOU. DO YOU WANT TO LOOK AT IT??

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[Sans would probably have turned this into at least four exchanges of a guessing game as to who he's talking to if Sans didn't really want to take a look at that phone.]

i'll take a look
maybe i'll recognize something

[Even if Papyrus doesn't specify a place, Sans will just kind of appear sooner or later. Sooner, in this case.]

[spaghettimonster]

[Eventually, Papyrus would have remembered his username, underlining how silly such a guessing game would be. As though the font didn't give it away.]

THAT'S THE HOPE!!

[When Sans finds Papyrus, it's at one of the easier guesses: Miso Fou's, the better to have some lunch while examining the phone.

Papyrus has a drink in a coconut, but no food yet. He looks up at the sound of bones, and holds the phone up for display.]

Hey! Look at this, don't you just recognize it right away??

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[Sans scrutinizes the phone and tries to get his memory working, but nothing phone-related materializes.]

Nah. But it's not my phone, so I guess that makes sense. [Even if it's frustrating. Being frustrated about the state of his memories is kind of a constant at this point. He sits down next to Papyrus.] But maybe I'll recognize some of the pics you were talkin' about.

[spaghettimonster]

A good plan!

[Beyond the ties of bones, being frustrated with amnesia is really proving a bonding point so far.

Papyrus settles the phone on the counter between them, and demonstrates the main page with the app buttons. There's plenty to be expected from a phone: calling, texting, camera, some 'Undernet' that's probably an internet browser, as well as a 'Dimensional box' with an icon of a box, no other hint at its meaning, and a scattering of other things.]

And if we don't... we can make things up.

[If they agree to the same guess, that's almost the same as remembering, right? He presses the camera button without waiting for a reply, and navigates to the photo gallery, which is indeed full of pictures of a posing Papyrus. Some in a room with purple walls, a book shelf and pirate flag behind, some in a dim snowy forest. There's a ridiculous number of sunglasses in most of them.]

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[Sans is quiet for once, studying the pictures with an unusual amount of intensity. Of course, it's hard to tell with his skull face and all. Still, he has to remember some of this, right? He latches onto the forest.]

Hey, there's the woods I was talkin' about before. [Maybe that's a starting point?]

[spaghettimonster]

[Mysteriously, Papyrus does pick up on the intensity. Maybe it's residual memory. Maybe it's just easier for skeletons to recognize skeletal expressions.]

Huh? Oh! When you were talking about the door! I remember, snowy trees sounded familiar.

[He's been surprised by the vegetation of the island pretty much constantly, like none of it is stuff he's used to. Not the way he recognizes rocks, or houses, or people. Not to mention...]

Yeah, it seems so hot on this island... because I'm used to cooler weather!

action, after initial KV hacking

[hxppythxughts]

[A break isn't a bad idea. Sayori realizes that. In fact, the rainclouds in her head want nothing more than for her to lay down and just sleep until this is all over. But that's the problem, and that's exactly why she finds herself restless after KV dismisses them for the day, despite the fatigue from performing so much precision technomancy. She doesn't want time to linger on all this. She just wants to barrel forward and do everything they need to do right now so she doesn't have to think too hard about any of it.

She follows Sans out of the lab with an unnecessary spring in her step. Her eyes are wide with attentive energy even though she's visibly worn out from their work. It verges on manic, frankly.] So— it's a good thing you made that book for me, huh?

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[Sans is mostly just tired. The precision that particular technomancy required felt surprisingly natural, but that's different from easy. He wants food and a nap, but he's not sure which he wants first. But then there's the matter of Sayori, whose circumstances have returned to him in full, and that's another exhausting thing to think about. He's sure she remembers her origins, from the way she was talking to KV; she has to be thinking about all this from that angle.

Sans's steps are lazy and drag a little, but he picks up the pace a bit when Sayori addresses him.] Don't tell anyone my work was good for something, they'll never let me off the hook. [Then he'll have to work all the time! But the way he replies, his tone--Sans definitely remembers exactly what she's referring to.]

[hxppythxughts]

[She laughs, unaware of the extent of what's going through Sans's head. Like her, it seems his memories have been pretty slow to return; she can't assume anything about what he does or doesn't know.

Except the book. He remembers the book, it seems.] Come oooon, you know me better than that! [Or he did, anyway.] I won't tell anyone as long as I keep getting discounts for your snacks, ehehe.

[...does he remember that he usually sells snacks......]

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I didn't know you picked up blackmail from me, too. [Aside from just casually implying that this is a totally reasonable thing to pick up from someone else, he's still talking like he remembers her.] But I guess I can keep that goin'.

[hxppythxughts]

[As they cross the grounds surrounding the lab, Sayori peers into the nature preserve where the magitech beasts wander, watching as they (and sometimes their handlers) pass by.] It's not blackmail! [It is.] I'm just really good at getting snacks! [She is, and that doesn't make it not blackmail.

Not that she'd blackmail Sans in all seriousness anyway, but it's fine. She'll get her discount snacks that she could just get for free from the resident cook.

The thing is, Sans is always kind of cagey; talking like he remembers her doesn't mean much, because it could just be obfuscation. He's good at obfuscation. Talking like he knows things when he doesn't, or like he doesn't know things when he does. It makes her feel uneasier now, after that whole thing with KV.

She moves to scuff her toe nervously against the ground and, in her fatigue and her clumsy archetype, stumbles over her own foot.] Wah—!

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So it's snackmail. [And he would have continued, but then Sayori nearly falls over. Sans reaches out reflexively as he levitates her--he doesn't need to move to cast spells here, but with levitate, using his hand to gesture feels more natural.] You're really worn out, huh, kiddo?

[hxppythxughts]

[It's a familiar feeling as Sans catches her. A...blue feeling? That doesn't make any sense. That's what it is, though.

She laughs again, more sheepish this time as she rights herself.] I'm just clumsy, ahaha~

[But her smile is brittle at the edges. She lifts her hands to rub her eyes with the sides of them.] ...but it was kind of hard, wasn't it?