ribticklers | Inbox

[At the note of blanket or pillow, Papyrus coughs a laugh - truly, the whole package is kind of fitting, except for the weird stuff in Sans's chest. But at the question, he shifts uneasily.] I'm... just trying to get a look. Since, I can't see my own face either, without help.

Maybe you should get one of those little cameras on the bendy cords. [An endoscope, that's what Sans is trying to describe here.]

Not a terrible idea... [He has to concede that much, it sounds easier to maneuver into some places than the whole phone.] But not very useful right this minute? I don't want to wait for delivery.

Yeah, but--well, that stuff in there probably isn't going anywhere. [Sans would call this being realistic, but maybe it's a pessimistic overall outlook? He's never been very good at telling the difference. He just thinks Papyrus might not really want to hear that.] Might as well wait until your head hurts less, right?

Maybe it's not. [He doesn't sound like he believes the idea. Now that he knows there's something in there, something growing in there, it's hard not to wonder about every itch and prickle. Is it really just a camera materializing in the back of his eye sockets...? Are those sensations the itch of wires spreading out, or circuits etching into the insides of his skull...?

He adjusts the camera again, forces himself to open his sockets wide while facing a light, even with the stabbing it brings, and records a brief video of tilting his head a couple ways.] I'm just, getting a baseline. [To repeatedly view in his head - through the cables in his chest - while they keep chatting or he starts listening to "podcasts" or whatever.]

[Well, it's not as if Sans can stop Papyrus from doing whatever he wants to do. His wings shift a little, his hands winding up buried in them, fussing pointlessly. This is really getting to be a habit.] Well, just take a break if your eyes get too tired, I guess.

Never fear! I am... already about done. [He says this with almost his usual energy, only a little forced bluster as he gets in one more shot - but already experiencing tired eyes, he means too.] Besides... I, uh. It's not as tiring, to look through the camera. [Has he really explained what he's figuring out, this ability to connect with other electronics? Others, because... he's pretty much electronics too. It's a far cry from his initial hesitation to so much as accept a power cord.]

Oh yeah? [A little more insight into how Papyrus functions now. He's still working at his feathers, meanwhile.] Does it work like regular seeing, or like imagining something?

Well... [Papyrus hesitates as he lowers the phone and tucks it away, briefly glancing at Sans from the side. Looking sidelong hurts a bit, like stretching after sitting too long - another sensation he hadn't been familiar with until recently - which doesn't bode well for the tiredness of his eye sockets and whatever mystery machinery is now inside them. But the sight of Sans's hands buried in feathers... If they're both interacting with their changes, maybe it's less awkward. He closes his eye sockets and settles back, drawing up the image gallery.]

It's... very not like regular seeing. Or... imagining. More like... watching TV? But, no peripheral vision. [Just a face pressed up against the screen, perfectly focused on things the way the screen is focused, where turning his head around makes no difference in what he's seeing. Like now, 'staring' at the sight of his own face, with lenses and odd aperture pupils behind them faintly glowing in his eye sockets... But with the live camera feed, he could change the view - with his hands, instead of his neck or eye sockets. Disconnected sensations.] It's... different.

Huh. [Not like Sans's extra eyes, which function like his regular ones but more, but having closed-circuit cameras.] Guess that'd be pretty useful sometimes. [Not always bad. Would probably be better with more bones involved, though.] And now you can't tell me I'm hogging the TV. [Papyrus has a permanent TV, therefore Sans gets the real one.]

Oh my god?? No??? [That draws Papyrus out of his internal contemplation enough to scowl and throw his hands in the air, even if he only briefly scowls at Sans before squinting against the light again.] I'm not connected to the TV, I'm hearing the same channels you are! [His indignation swerves into contemplation, as the thought of connection sinks in. Come to think of it, the television signal is the same kind of video/audio feed as his phone, isn't it? Or, if not the same, similar. The cables are different, but if he checks around, maybe one of the other mystery ports... Or an adapter...]

Good thing I always pick great shows. [It's a mix of comedy movies, stand up, terrible B movies, and science documentaries, usually. Mostly those last two. Your mileage may vary.]

If you say so. [His mileage varies, but then...] I guess, without MTT, we have to settle for what's left. [There's always that talk show channel, but it's a little weird watching a show he's been on. What if they run a rerun from when he was a guest?]

[If they do a rerun Papyrus was on then Sans will definitely watch it.] We've all gotta make sacrifices, I guess. [There was only one Mettaton.]

Yeah, guess so! [He's repeating himself at this point, and his head is pounding again, so he twists to settle a pillow behind him and lay back down. Shifts a bit, trying to get comfortable enough to stay still. At least now he's thought to activate his phone and use it handslessly through the cable, giving his mind something to do while waiting around.]

Inbox

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

anything else Sans would want to raise? I think I'm good wrapping up if no