un: dearsunshine; text; timey-wimey, a few days after the network is up???
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2020-08-26 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
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...]
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...]
[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
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
[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???
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???
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.]
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.]
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???
[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???
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
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
[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??? (^_−)☆
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??? (^_−)☆
you got it
i'm the most humerus skeleton around
every pun is masterfully skullpted
every knock knock joke is a guaranteed rib tickler
[He still can't actually remember Sayori, though--memories of things that happened are returning, but the people involved slide around like they're coated in oil, their features obscured and voices distorted. He remembered Angus by seeing the kid in person; that might work. But if it doesn't, then that's hard to explain. It feels too much like making a promise he has no idea if he can keep.]
i'm the most humerus skeleton around
every pun is masterfully skullpted
every knock knock joke is a guaranteed rib tickler
[He still can't actually remember Sayori, though--memories of things that happened are returning, but the people involved slide around like they're coated in oil, their features obscured and voices distorted. He remembered Angus by seeing the kid in person; that might work. But if it doesn't, then that's hard to explain. It feels too much like making a promise he has no idea if he can keep.]
OMGGGGG ✧(σ๑˃̶̀ꇴ˂̶́)σ
[Stop, stop, she's already dead!!!]
im gonna kneed more practice if im gonna catch up!!!
i dont know if i have the spine to stand up to this!!!
[At least she's pretty easily distracted. Temporarily.]
[Stop, stop, she's already dead!!!]
im gonna kneed more practice if im gonna catch up!!!
i dont know if i have the spine to stand up to this!!!
[At least she's pretty easily distracted. Temporarily.]
you wrote that skeleton poem
you've definitely got the spine
and you've got all those squishy parts too
not like me
i've got no guts
you've definitely got the spine
and you've got all those squishy parts too
not like me
i've got no guts
hi sans!!!
what did the poet say to the skeleton??? (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)
what did the poet say to the skeleton??? (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)
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]
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]
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?]
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?]
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??
[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??
[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.]
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.]
[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??
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??
[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.
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.
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.]
[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.]
[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?]
Hey, there's the woods I was talkin' about before. [Maybe that's a starting point?]
[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!
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!
Yeah, this isn't really made for tropical weather. [He shrugs to indicate his hoodie, which in spite of what he literally just said, he is still wearing. He stares harder at the picture, trying to will more knowledge to return.] You've sure got a lot of sunglasses.
[A more aggravated skeleton might point out the unseasonal attire and assume Sans hadn't bothered getting a change of clothes out of laziness. This particular Papyrus assumes it's for sparking memories, and focuses on a different line of complaining.]
And not a single pair with me! I had a packed lunch when I woke, but no sunglasses? For a trip to the beach??
[Well, that's not completely true. He bartered for some early on, as soon as it became clear that they're for blocking sunlight. But not any of these from the pictures.]
And not a single pair with me! I had a packed lunch when I woke, but no sunglasses? For a trip to the beach??
[Well, that's not completely true. He bartered for some early on, as soon as it became clear that they're for blocking sunlight. But not any of these from the pictures.]
So the beach was a surprise. [Or Papyrus is bad at packing.] Usually we got shot out of a cannon to wherever we were having a mission, but they'd tell us what the weather was gonna be.
[Sans's memories for the bureau are fairly solid by now, except for the people involved. They still shift like shadows through his consciousness, refusing to be pinned down.]
But if this is a pic from home, then it'd be before all that anyway.
[Sans's memories for the bureau are fairly solid by now, except for the people involved. They still shift like shadows through his consciousness, refusing to be pinned down.]
But if this is a pic from home, then it'd be before all that anyway.
I guess that's true... [And he's heard, from Angus and others, that their home worlds were probably eaten by the Hunger, so that was probably a surprise too. One without cannons or weather warnings.]
But still! I mean, look at these. [He pulls out a pair of sunglasses - in the local style - and puts them sideways on the counter to demonstrate.]
If you turn them like this... They look like a B! Like the bracer symbols, for the Bureau!
[Papyrus nods, reaching the capstone of his argument here.]
Sunglasses, should be part of the basic uniform.
But still! I mean, look at these. [He pulls out a pair of sunglasses - in the local style - and puts them sideways on the counter to demonstrate.]
If you turn them like this... They look like a B! Like the bracer symbols, for the Bureau!
[Papyrus nods, reaching the capstone of his argument here.]
Sunglasses, should be part of the basic uniform.
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