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Guess not. [But there's an undercurrent to how Sans says that that implies "or maybe they don't know why". Because maybe it's not a normal power outage. But if he doesn't say that, it's almost like being optimistic! (No it's not.)] At least there's still plenty of sunlight left.

Yeah. Glad I'm in the habit of staying pretty charged! I'm really just topping up.

[He says it like he means it, and it's not a lie - he's more than three quarter's charged. But he shifts the solar panels so they're more like shoulder pads, and angles himself for good reception. Practical, responsible gestures that undermine his usual preference for a cool appearance. At least he'd designed the more muscular arms with this possibility in mind.]

It's a good thing you're the responsible one. [Sans settles into even more of a lounge than he was currently in. He doesn't need to do any sunbathing to survive, but that's not about to stop him. He spreads his wings out, though he keeps them out of Papyrus's sun.]

Batteries are in the kitchen. [He guesses he could mention that. He keeps scrolling through the network and internet on his phone; he knows it's draining the battery faster than absolutely necessary, but if someone mentions something about what's going on he wants to see it.] Y'know, for dinner.

[A little of Papyrus's restlessness settles down with the casual mention - though only a little - and he nods. Good to have more of a base to work from, in case... in case.]

I'll make sure to have some food-food with it too, in case this goes on... Hey, wait, what are you doing for dinner? [He glances back at the house, then to watch his brother scrolling away.] If the power's out... Don't you have to be careful, about opening the fridge? [It's a generic 'you' - the mistakes with human food, back when they lived in the hotel, were informative.]

Oh, yeah. [Right, human food spoils. Sans's scrolling becomes less aimless as he looks up exactly how long food lasts in the fridge when the power is out.] Not sure if we should leave it closed or eat it all at once.

[Don't eat everything in the fridge at once, Sans.] Dreams don't spoil. I can just eat that if I have to. [Probably? Sans hasn't tried just surviving on dreams. But it's not like they don't have food outside of the fridge.]

...Hell of a time to test that out. [One worrying about starvation by lack of electricity, the other worrying about starvation by not enough dreams? At least they know what to worry about, having experienced both sides of it before. Is that a good thing...?

One of his feet starts tapping on the porch stair, less rhythmically than in conjunction with random pulses of electromagnetic energy from the few powered devices through town, solar flares, and so on. Even as the restless energy doesn't quite fit in his forced stillness, his mind races through possibilities for the whole situation.] A-And, I'll be napping plenty, I'm sure! The better to save power overnight... I guess I could pull out the generator, if I don't mind using the fuel already...

[Sans gives Papyrus a Look when he says he'll be napping. Unless Papyrus is really low on energy, Sans doubts it. As far as the food situation...]

The stuff in the fridge should be okay for four hours as long as we don't open it. Freezer'll last for a day or two. [That's not that long. Sans kind of figured it would be longer.]

Edited 2022-05-19 17:10 (UTC)

Four hours...?? [Papyrus shoots a startled glance Sans's way, which shifts a bit to a frown as he catches the edge of skepticism on Sans's face.] That seems... way too short, how often do they restock grocery stores?

[It explains the eagerness for farmhands, and the sheer amount of food trash always being thrown out, if it rots so easily. But he looks around online even as he protests, and finds a post of some self-described college student asking advice a few years back - seems true. He hums a nervously static sound, then coughs to cover it.]

If the power's not back on in... three hours. Let's just have a feast! [No sense letting it go to waste passively - they can eat what they've got for normal food today, and see what can be scrounged up if it goes on longer. And maybe look into getting a business-quality refrigeration setup in the future.]

[While the food situation is some level of concerning, even if it turns out to just be "now we have to re-buy a whole fridge's worth of stuff" concerning, there's a definite spark in Sans's eyes at the idea of a feast.]

Yeah, let's do it. We can use my hot dog cart, it'll be like a cookout. [Sans doesn't have to plug in his cart to cook with it, after all.]

Maybe even not like a cookout at all! I'm sure everyone will be fine with it, if we share in the bounty.

[Using the cart for cooking would bypass the need - or want - to rig up something else for heat and flame, too. Probably for the best, with how taut nerves might be in the power outage. His own are... tense.]

For a reasonable price, right? [Sans says that, but the grin on his face is one that is not actually that dedicated to fleecing all his neighbors with his hot dog cart. If Papyrus wants to do a friendly neighbor thing, Sans will play along. It might make Papyrus feel better about this whole power outage thing, and if Papyrus feels better, Sans will too.]

The reasonable price... of a polite thanks, I think you mean?? [He says that, but he's audibly amused. It's not like he's actually going to stop Sans from pulling some friendly hustling on the neighbors, so long as it doesn't undermine Papyrus's efforts to make nice - and that's assuming the power stays out.]

What's the going rate on a thank you? [Sans pulls up the calculator on his phone. This is serious accounting business, maybe.]

Depends on how polite it it is, I just said!! [This is nonsense, absolutely. But the kind of nonsense they can bicker about for ages, in anticipation of the power kicking back on sometime soon. And when it doesn't...

Well, they can go about such things as having that cookout, and sending Sans in search of a couple flashlights that don't take batteries to turn on, and Papyrus actually trying to take a late night nap.]

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