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middaeg2020-03-08 12:58 am
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WHO YOU'RE MINT TO BE (open)
Who: Papyrus... and you!
When: Throughout Mareuer
Where: Aefenglom, Dorchacht, and beyond!
What: Catch-all for non-event shenanigans
Warnings: Questionable fashion choices, possibly full moon issues, will update as necessary.
AEFENGLOM
💀 SHOPPING WHILE SKELETAL
It's getting on towards the full moon, and Papyrus is every bit as antsy as he might expect. The first full moon un-Bonded in ages, the first where he's recuperated from his injuries. It's a lot to anticipate.
But he's heard some advice for turnskins lately, reminding him of the importance of pack. When feeling like crap, the advice went, go out shopping and be around people. It'll take the edge of, the advice reassured. That seemed the case back when he first started changing, so it's completely worth trying!
Now he's out walking the market, perusing various booths and stalls, savoring the cheers and jeers and general commotion of people. Like any other turnskin out shopping with a basket of groceries on his arm, except he's way too thin, and his face is literally skeletal. Most of the people here recognize him as a regular, but even now he gets sudden stares and hushed whispers.
💀 EGG-CELLENT EDIE'S
Painting wooden eggs isn't exactly a project Papyrus has taken on before... But he's nothing if not adaptable and skilled, with artistry among those skills! Before long he's gone from puzzling over the eggs to painstakingly recreating familiar faces on them. Faces and shoulders, if relevant, of various monsters from back underground. Dogs and frogs, drakes and spiders...
And this one, that he's just finishing up, that might look as though he's painted it to be an ordinary white egg. But the bottom's blue with trim, and as he carefully turns it there's a simple skeletal face - and not his own. He smiles at it, faint and bittersweet, then sets it down carefully to take a picture with his watch.
DORCHACHT
💀 PIE PREPARATION
Several times through the month, at varying times of day, Papyrus holds classes at the Sweet Chimera in Dorchacht at Caren's invitation. Her ad requested food, clothes, and general life skills... So he's starting with those specifically. Or, more specifically, with pies.
"Everyone in Aefenglom's saying we make pies to celebrate Eostre," Papyrus tells the gathered people, as he sets up the examples. "Do you celebrate it the same way here...? Anyway, they're good! And so versatile. I've made plenty before, but I'm still learning. So we'll start there! We'll all learn something together."
In the best of cooking show traditions, he made a few in advance, even though the class will go through the full cooking process. A couple sweet (one fruit, one cinnamon and butterscotch) and a couple savory (one snail, one quiche). The better for people to get small slices to taste, he goes on to explain, and decide what they'll be making.
He's put plenty of effort into the presentation, but the quality... is actually okay. A couple are a little crispier than ideal, or a little too sweet, but they're all edible. He has a decent idea of what he's doing, between Toriel's lessons and his practice since coming here. And hopefully his imperfection will assure people that their first efforts don't need to be perfect, either.
💀 COOL CLOTHING
In a couple of his other Sweet Chimera demonstrations, he talks people through clothing alteration. He starts with demonstrating a jacket that had started with a body far too long for him, how he'd shortened it and hemmed it neatly to leave space for his tail to wag freely under it... But before long, he's pushing the fashion boundaries of this world, removing his jacket to reveal a vividly colored t-shirt - the one in the icon.
"If you just want to repair and fit your clothes... That's fine! I'll show you more," he reassures the class. "But, I can't understate the value of customizing them. Like... this!"
He walks around the room, showing how he'd combined different fabrics to make the contrasting sleeves and color, how he'd carefully sewn the words into place with a little help from an embroiderer.
"It says 'utterly rad'... Because I am! And seeing it on my shirt tells the world how rad I am. Think about things you know about yourself, and want the world to know... And, maybe, could use reminders of, sometimes."
💀 WHOA, WILDCARD?
[Got another prompt in mind, like something we chatted about on the cr meme that you don't see here? Shoot me a pm here or on plurk, or give it a gamble by posting it directly! And as always, you don't have to do prose - I'll match your format.]
When: Throughout Mareuer
Where: Aefenglom, Dorchacht, and beyond!
What: Catch-all for non-event shenanigans
Warnings: Questionable fashion choices, possibly full moon issues, will update as necessary.
💀 SHOPPING WHILE SKELETAL
It's getting on towards the full moon, and Papyrus is every bit as antsy as he might expect. The first full moon un-Bonded in ages, the first where he's recuperated from his injuries. It's a lot to anticipate.
But he's heard some advice for turnskins lately, reminding him of the importance of pack. When feeling like crap, the advice went, go out shopping and be around people. It'll take the edge of, the advice reassured. That seemed the case back when he first started changing, so it's completely worth trying!
Now he's out walking the market, perusing various booths and stalls, savoring the cheers and jeers and general commotion of people. Like any other turnskin out shopping with a basket of groceries on his arm, except he's way too thin, and his face is literally skeletal. Most of the people here recognize him as a regular, but even now he gets sudden stares and hushed whispers.
💀 EGG-CELLENT EDIE'S
Painting wooden eggs isn't exactly a project Papyrus has taken on before... But he's nothing if not adaptable and skilled, with artistry among those skills! Before long he's gone from puzzling over the eggs to painstakingly recreating familiar faces on them. Faces and shoulders, if relevant, of various monsters from back underground. Dogs and frogs, drakes and spiders...
And this one, that he's just finishing up, that might look as though he's painted it to be an ordinary white egg. But the bottom's blue with trim, and as he carefully turns it there's a simple skeletal face - and not his own. He smiles at it, faint and bittersweet, then sets it down carefully to take a picture with his watch.
💀 PIE PREPARATION
Several times through the month, at varying times of day, Papyrus holds classes at the Sweet Chimera in Dorchacht at Caren's invitation. Her ad requested food, clothes, and general life skills... So he's starting with those specifically. Or, more specifically, with pies.
"Everyone in Aefenglom's saying we make pies to celebrate Eostre," Papyrus tells the gathered people, as he sets up the examples. "Do you celebrate it the same way here...? Anyway, they're good! And so versatile. I've made plenty before, but I'm still learning. So we'll start there! We'll all learn something together."
In the best of cooking show traditions, he made a few in advance, even though the class will go through the full cooking process. A couple sweet (one fruit, one cinnamon and butterscotch) and a couple savory (one snail, one quiche). The better for people to get small slices to taste, he goes on to explain, and decide what they'll be making.
He's put plenty of effort into the presentation, but the quality... is actually okay. A couple are a little crispier than ideal, or a little too sweet, but they're all edible. He has a decent idea of what he's doing, between Toriel's lessons and his practice since coming here. And hopefully his imperfection will assure people that their first efforts don't need to be perfect, either.
💀 COOL CLOTHING
In a couple of his other Sweet Chimera demonstrations, he talks people through clothing alteration. He starts with demonstrating a jacket that had started with a body far too long for him, how he'd shortened it and hemmed it neatly to leave space for his tail to wag freely under it... But before long, he's pushing the fashion boundaries of this world, removing his jacket to reveal a vividly colored t-shirt - the one in the icon.
"If you just want to repair and fit your clothes... That's fine! I'll show you more," he reassures the class. "But, I can't understate the value of customizing them. Like... this!"
He walks around the room, showing how he'd combined different fabrics to make the contrasting sleeves and color, how he'd carefully sewn the words into place with a little help from an embroiderer.
"It says 'utterly rad'... Because I am! And seeing it on my shirt tells the world how rad I am. Think about things you know about yourself, and want the world to know... And, maybe, could use reminders of, sometimes."
💀 WHOA, WILDCARD?
[Got another prompt in mind, like something we chatted about on the cr meme that you don't see here? Shoot me a pm here or on plurk, or give it a gamble by posting it directly! And as always, you don't have to do prose - I'll match your format.]