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[osteothropy]

✆CHANNEL FREQUENCY: 800.80085
DESCRIPTION: Sans will frequently ignore messages about stuff he doesn't want to deal with, but the second something of importance comes up on the channel he will appear as if he's been listening intently all along.

✉MAIL BOX LOCATION: Novelty Skeleton Statue
DESCRIPTION: There is a skeleton statue next to his trailer door with an extended, bowl-like lower jaw, that looks like it's meant for putting Halloween candy in. He would like it if you did. It's technically his mailbox, though, so mail is probably fine, too.

Comments

[whattaprick]

Maybe we'd have a better shot at that if anyone was good at following directions. Or if we actually knew more about what pisses him off.

[osteothropy]

The RM seemed pretty sure we'd be getting very direct instructions as to what we should be doing while there. We'll probably have to enforce that ourselves because it's better that we catch them in the act before the Prince can.

Besides that... don't do stuff that would normally piss somebody off?

[Like, that does seem like a pretty common set of things.]

[whattaprick]

He's fae.

[ Lambert says, flatly, like that alone should be self-explanatory. ]

I think counting on 'normal' probably isn't going to work out.

[osteothropy]

Sure... but it sounds like he's basing his schtick on old-fashioned human sensibilities.

...Sorry. They might actually be futuristic sensibilities from your perspective.

[whattaprick]

You're the human expert, not me. [ Sarcastic, but it's not far from the truth. ]

Guess we'd better break the news to the other supervisors.

[osteothropy]

Guess so.

Say. How are you at stealth travel? Could come in handy at the Manor.

[whattaprick]

I've got a rock that lets me hide in the shadows, but otherwise, I just get around on my own feet.

You want sneaking around, you'd be better off talking to Childermass or Strange.

[osteothropy]

Nope. It's gotta be you, pal. Its our job to babysit these guys, not theirs.

My angle is that I doubt the Prince is going to appreciate us patrolling on his turf, so if we're going to police our people we have to do it on the down low.

[whattaprick]

Well, Strange works for me, so I can at least boss him around. It's going to be pretty hard watching out for everyone between just the two of us.

[ Like sure, the Ringmaster told them not to freak out the Carnival at large, but she probably at least assumed they'd tell their respective workers! ]

Don't know what this place is going to be like, but I'm not coming unarmed. Figure we can get away with that much, as long as we're not waving swords at anyone.

[osteothropy]

[Teamwork has never really been Sans's strong point. While he technically has a team, he almost certainly underutilizes them.]

Perks of being a mage: I'm always armed.

[Magic FTW]

A lot of our workers are gunna be the same way.

[whattaprick]

[ Witchers are usually lone fighters too, but Lambert's had the benefit of having to endure annoying training sessions and being raised with a whole bunch of other kids, so he knows what it looks like in theory. ]

We're gonna be in another fae's realm. Whatever magic he's got is going to be more than anything most of us have. [ Matter of fact. The Ringmaster outmatches all of them; ergo, if she's being cautious, so will he. He's certainly not betting their safety on his fledgeling ability to turn into a dragon, that's for sure. ]

I don't like any of this.

[osteothropy]

It'd be kind of weird if you did.

[Sans always sounds pretty laid back about this stuff until he suddenly isn't - but right now he's discussing it casually, even if he's much more concerned on the inside.]

Believe me, I'm not a fan either. It has some eerie similarities to a previous situation, and we can't afford to have something like that happen again.

[whattaprick]

[ Whereas Lambert always sounds pissed about everything -- pissed at the hassle, pissed at having to play babysitter, pissed at why the Ringmaster's even decided to bring them along to this stupid stuffy world. ]

With our luck, we're gonna end up finding out the Ringmaster's got a jilted lover that turns people into werewolves. [ Like, proper ones, not the spell Sans uses to turn himself into a beast... ]