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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.]
I cannot believe I never knew the meaning of je ne sais quoi until now, this is groundbreaking
Timeline... War.
[The idol's expression drops. It's not that Metttaton hasn't entertained timelines already, given the conversations he's had with some of the Mirrorbound during his stay. It's come up before, the base theory of it. (And whatever Mettaton managed to retain from his friend's ramblings upon it, particularly in the vein of alternate universes. Which, admittedly, could be spotty: sometimes Mettaton just wasn't listening...) But he has to stare long and hard at Papyrus to confirm that somebody from his very own world was victim to this divergence, and that the war was a thing.
They hadn't gone to the Surface. The war was going strong.]
What... about Frisk? The human? Did they ever show up? Didn't they... Surely, they talked to Asgore, and the barrier was broken, somehow...
[Not that anybody really understood what happened, but Frisk was definitely a catalyst for the ordeal. Everyone else just came to - Papyrus included - while Frisk remained unconscious. Did they even arrive? Surely a human could change it all, if anyone.]
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Just like that? Alphys said the same thing, but... That sounds so fantastical.
[Unlike half the more whimsical comments that Papyrus spins, on a regular basis. He sighs wistfully at the thought of it anyway, a world where the barrier just broke as easily as the human talking to Asgore like he'd advised...
Really, it's a little validating that he was right and it could have worked, had things been a little different in some difficult to pin down way.]
The human did show up... And they went to talk to Asgore! But, um. Asgore never showed up again, after that. And... neither did a few other people... So in the end, Undyne took over.
[It wasn't all bad. People had clamored for her to do so, spurring her own to overthrowing Toriel's brief return. A short-lived revolution, especially short since the ex-queen willingly abdicated and returned upon learning why the grieving monsters weren't enthusiastic for her plans of renewed friendship with the surface. She was happier in the Ruins with the skeletons for company, and many other monsters were happier with the hope of destroying humanity. It was fine.]
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It's no wonder that under such circumstances, the efforts toward a war were stronger. He only takes solace in knowing that monsters couldn't possibly reach humanity from behind the barrier, though the fate of a fallen human wouldn't be kind.
There are a lot of things Mettaton thinks he can piece together about this whole scenario. After all, the Underground is his home — and he knows the nature of monsters. For as willing as they were to embrace the human, any ill intent on Frisk's part would warrant a response out of them. Moreover, he knows Undyne via Alphys, and her zeal for human-killing prior to Frisk was impressive. No doubt she rallied up some kind of fervor, at least to keep hopes alive.
That leaves an important question for Mettaton.]
What happened to me? Did...
[He had that brand new body and everything... He has a bad feeling about that and whatever viewership he could rally from their population.]
Is that why you're so unfamiliar with this body? Didn't monsters still watch my show??
[All of the most important concerns!]
undyne's reaction to mettaton eating grapes is all the foreshadowing he needs
Oh my god!? No, nothing like that. You were fine!
[Ellipsis. Pause. Unlike some others.]
Still making your show. Trying out, uh, different directions...
And, I hadn't been watching much TV. The reception in the Ruins is terrible.
[And given the tone that much monster programming had taken on, he hadn't been in much rush to address it. Books and games were entertainment enough, for the most part.]
indeed...
And here, he really thinks about it. Papyrus moving out to the Ruins of all places, Mettaton being forced to restructure his programming — what was the state of things, if Undyne had taken over? He wonders what Alphys got herself up to. Was she involved in Undyne's rule? Surely. He just about assumes it.
Mettaton sighs.]
I can only scarcely imagine. What a cataclysmic outcome. I'm sorry you've had such a terrible twist of events...
[Because Mettaton views his set of events to be the correct one, and Papyrus is just living in a Mettaton-deprived nightmare. ...And a highly militarized Underground where he's been forced into the Ruins while Asgore and any other miscellaneous number of monsters have been killed, but! Deprivation of MTT-Brand content. How disturbing.
Nonetheless, Mettaton settles in his place next to Papyrus.]
I'm surprised. That the Ruins would be open for you move into. [He has to act like he's never been to the Ruins, but he's totally been to the Ruins.] How strange and unique! What brought you there, darling? Everyone knows only spiders live there...