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middaeg2019-10-28 01:45 pm
spaghettimonster) wrote in middaeg2019-10-28 01:45 pm
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RUE YOUR LONG SLUMBER (open)
Who: Papyrus - and YOU
When: Octeuril, after the full moon
Where: A hospital, the Coven, around Aefenglom generally
What: Catch-all for the month
Warnings: Recovery from his long illness, possibly discussion of Dorchacht and Fright Night unpleasantness, will update as needed
The best laid plans of dogs and skeletons oft go awry, especially when they've been kidnapped by magic into another world. In a strange new world, you never know what mysterious malady may waylay you - whether it's losing your own magic, turning into a werewolf, or even a very persistent illness.
Back in the start of Septeril, Papyrus had every intention of going along for the Dorchacht trip and seeing for himself the waking truth of that city. He signed up, he made plans... and then he got bulldozed by a fever that knocked him directly into a hospital bed for weeks on end.
Well, maybe someone found him and brought him there. He doesn't remember the fine details of it very well, having spent a majority of the time asleep. Even the flashes of emotions and images across the bond from Chandra - heated moments of combat, argument, or, uh, stuff she cut off quickly... Those woke him up a little bit, but never for long. Enough to send back curiosity, concern, encouragement, and leak more than a little disgruntled irritation about being bed-bound, before he dozing off again.
💀 RECUPERATION, REHABILITATION, REHABITATION
Whatever it was, it was definitely a real illness, and not just his anxiety about it all getting the better of him. Papyrus would never choose to sleep so long! And so he's happy to tell anyone who will listen, now that he is, thankfully, recovering. Something about the upheaval of Fright Night, with the effects of the mist making for one of the worst full moons the city has ever experienced, breaks the worst of his illness. Having mostly-skeletal wings sprout from his back makes it even harder to sleep on his back, too.
Over the next few days he recovers enough to use his watch again, start moving around, and chat with his fellow patients. There's no shortage of reasons why people might be in at the hospital right now, after all - injuries from the recent full moon, people concerned about the effects of the mist, or those just visiting others.
The hospital holds him for observation a few days, to make sure the fever doesn't return, and to guide him through a little physical therapy. Skeletons may not have muscles to deteriorate, but even bones can get stiff from lying around too much... And, well. The wings fade with the mist, but the rest of the changes stick around, and they take a little getting used it.
💀 THE AFTERMATH
It's a few days after the full moons, and Papyrus is mostly recovered... but nothing's back to normal.
The city's changed over the last several weeks. Far more unhappy faces, with far more people who scowl and turn away at the sight of him. There's so few skeletons around that there's no question if he's one of the Mirrorbound, after all. And, awkwardly, the hospital, Coven, and the residential Haven are all in the aristocratic district - surrounded by the most irritable humans.
And his slow physical transformation continued while he mostly slept, and now there's an undeniable amount of fur on his bones, and his legs are far more canine. Even more canine than some of the dogs he's known! If he didn't have a little practice with it thanks to the more vivid dreams, it would really be tripping him up. As it is, he only stumbles when he's surprised by an abruptly slammed door, or other gesture of lingering anger.
"Oh my god," Papyrus complains at one point to the world at large, "what's gotten into everyone?" Surely it didn't get this bad just over the last couple of days, and he's heard things about Fright Night from messages sent out by watch... But what else did he miss while he slept?
💀 I HAVE TO MAKE EVERYONE GIVE UP GIVING UP!
Ultimately, it seems that people are being angry and scared of others in the same obnoxious way anyone ever does. And let no one say that Papyrus is incapable of being obnoxious in turn.
Having been in the hospital so long, all his part-time jobs are filled and moving on without him. He finds himself at loose ends, thinking about ethics and unacceptable behavior, when the brilliant idea strikes: clearly, the city has gone downhill so hard and so fast because they've been missing out on his guidance. Or, maybe it's not so direct a cause and effect, but they could at least benefit from his input! Regardless of how wanted it is.
So he goes around the streets on walks and jogs, talking about how great he is... and how great everyone else is, too. A glaring and whispering human who sees Mirrorbound and makes rude comments? Papyrus is sure they're better than that, and admires how much they must care about everyone, given how worried they are for peoples' wellbeing! Post a message on the watch that sounds self-disparaging and defeatist? Papyrus will appear, with positivity and encouragement.
Maybe you're one of the people suddenly subjected to Papyrus' help, or a bystander taking in the whole scene, or maybe you're stepping in to try troubleshooting his methods. He has the energy to do this for days, especially after all that sleeping.
💀 WILDCARD
[As always, if you have another prompt in mind, feel free to shoot it my way - we can chat via pm or plurk, or you can toss it up and I'll see if it works for me!]
When: Octeuril, after the full moon
Where: A hospital, the Coven, around Aefenglom generally
What: Catch-all for the month
Warnings: Recovery from his long illness, possibly discussion of Dorchacht and Fright Night unpleasantness, will update as needed
The best laid plans of dogs and skeletons oft go awry, especially when they've been kidnapped by magic into another world. In a strange new world, you never know what mysterious malady may waylay you - whether it's losing your own magic, turning into a werewolf, or even a very persistent illness.
Back in the start of Septeril, Papyrus had every intention of going along for the Dorchacht trip and seeing for himself the waking truth of that city. He signed up, he made plans... and then he got bulldozed by a fever that knocked him directly into a hospital bed for weeks on end.
Well, maybe someone found him and brought him there. He doesn't remember the fine details of it very well, having spent a majority of the time asleep. Even the flashes of emotions and images across the bond from Chandra - heated moments of combat, argument, or, uh, stuff she cut off quickly... Those woke him up a little bit, but never for long. Enough to send back curiosity, concern, encouragement, and leak more than a little disgruntled irritation about being bed-bound, before he dozing off again.
💀 RECUPERATION, REHABILITATION, REHABITATION
Whatever it was, it was definitely a real illness, and not just his anxiety about it all getting the better of him. Papyrus would never choose to sleep so long! And so he's happy to tell anyone who will listen, now that he is, thankfully, recovering. Something about the upheaval of Fright Night, with the effects of the mist making for one of the worst full moons the city has ever experienced, breaks the worst of his illness. Having mostly-skeletal wings sprout from his back makes it even harder to sleep on his back, too.
Over the next few days he recovers enough to use his watch again, start moving around, and chat with his fellow patients. There's no shortage of reasons why people might be in at the hospital right now, after all - injuries from the recent full moon, people concerned about the effects of the mist, or those just visiting others.
The hospital holds him for observation a few days, to make sure the fever doesn't return, and to guide him through a little physical therapy. Skeletons may not have muscles to deteriorate, but even bones can get stiff from lying around too much... And, well. The wings fade with the mist, but the rest of the changes stick around, and they take a little getting used it.
💀 THE AFTERMATH
It's a few days after the full moons, and Papyrus is mostly recovered... but nothing's back to normal.
The city's changed over the last several weeks. Far more unhappy faces, with far more people who scowl and turn away at the sight of him. There's so few skeletons around that there's no question if he's one of the Mirrorbound, after all. And, awkwardly, the hospital, Coven, and the residential Haven are all in the aristocratic district - surrounded by the most irritable humans.
And his slow physical transformation continued while he mostly slept, and now there's an undeniable amount of fur on his bones, and his legs are far more canine. Even more canine than some of the dogs he's known! If he didn't have a little practice with it thanks to the more vivid dreams, it would really be tripping him up. As it is, he only stumbles when he's surprised by an abruptly slammed door, or other gesture of lingering anger.
"Oh my god," Papyrus complains at one point to the world at large, "what's gotten into everyone?" Surely it didn't get this bad just over the last couple of days, and he's heard things about Fright Night from messages sent out by watch... But what else did he miss while he slept?
💀 I HAVE TO MAKE EVERYONE GIVE UP GIVING UP!
Ultimately, it seems that people are being angry and scared of others in the same obnoxious way anyone ever does. And let no one say that Papyrus is incapable of being obnoxious in turn.
Having been in the hospital so long, all his part-time jobs are filled and moving on without him. He finds himself at loose ends, thinking about ethics and unacceptable behavior, when the brilliant idea strikes: clearly, the city has gone downhill so hard and so fast because they've been missing out on his guidance. Or, maybe it's not so direct a cause and effect, but they could at least benefit from his input! Regardless of how wanted it is.
So he goes around the streets on walks and jogs, talking about how great he is... and how great everyone else is, too. A glaring and whispering human who sees Mirrorbound and makes rude comments? Papyrus is sure they're better than that, and admires how much they must care about everyone, given how worried they are for peoples' wellbeing! Post a message on the watch that sounds self-disparaging and defeatist? Papyrus will appear, with positivity and encouragement.
Maybe you're one of the people suddenly subjected to Papyrus' help, or a bystander taking in the whole scene, or maybe you're stepping in to try troubleshooting his methods. He has the energy to do this for days, especially after all that sleeping.
💀 WILDCARD
[As always, if you have another prompt in mind, feel free to shoot it my way - we can chat via pm or plurk, or you can toss it up and I'll see if it works for me!]
Aftermath
Possibly because of the blades, people are giving her more of a berth than usual. Toby is still constantly assumed to be a full-form Dragon, despite all her time here; that's playing in her favor now.
"Did you see the report on the communicators?"
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"I saw a few reports. About mind control, and making people forget, and refugees? And SQUIP doing some terrible things."
He briefly skimmed most of the communications sent about while he was sick, but only retained bits and pieces of them. And after so long lying in bed, he hasn't wanted to just sit around reading the archive. He'll get to it. Eventually.
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Though she had sold some blood to vampires to fund her efforts with the Dorcha refugees. It's the terrible thing about capitalism - to do anything at all, you need money. Her blood was definitely consumed instead of going into the fog and so she has that one bit of comfort, counterbalanced by the knowledge that there is absolutely a vampire who likes the way Toby tastes.
"Did it affect people in the hospital?"
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"You were right... and it did. It surprised the doctors! They didn't know what to do with suddenly being monsters. And I grew wings."
And more than a few people were rushed in, between panic about the changes, injuries during the more violent upheaval, and people knocked out because they took the full moons even worse than others.
"They're mad at us about that fog? We didn't even make it??"
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Toby shakes her head, her horns swinging. "We are associated with it. I believe the reasoning is, if not for us Dorcha would probably continue as it had been and the non-contact between the cities would be maintained. It's not fair to blame us, but we are convenient targets."
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Papyrus isn't complaining about the wings, in any case. Or about being in a hospital when it happened. There's no better place to be than a hospital, when you get injured, sick, or mutated by magic - as long as it's not super contagious.
But he does scowl - not at her, so much as at the description of the tension in the city, at the thought process people are displaying. "But there's a festival every month. About friendship! And love! And bonds. This is how they treat their new neighbors? Or their very old, very distant neighbors??"
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"Yes, it's hypocritical, isn't it? Humans get like that," Toby says, student of a bookish middle school dropout. "They often hold creeds of acceptance and fellowship while also doing terrible things to people who are only slightly unlike them. The Mirrorbound are more unlike them. Even the humans have no older ties to these place and these people."
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"Outrageously hypocritical," Papyrus agrees, shrill with that very outrage. His scowling continues, and his footsteps are decidedly more stomping than mere footfalls. "I thought better of them. I thought they thought better of them! And... And I don't know why I'm so mad about it!"
He throws his arms up and grumbles enough to growl. It's not as though it's news to him that humans can be awful. At minimum, he's a lifelong underground denizen. And he knows a couple of neighbors in the underground are gone forever, thanks to his brief and departed friend. And, even in this city, there's a pretty stark contrast who lives in which areas...