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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.

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[ hot springs ]

[whattaprick]

[ At some point, Lambert just stops replying to his radio, jumps on Pig, and heads off to the one place he can be pretty sure he's not going to have to deal with people for a while.

Which means there's a golden dragon (more of a wyvern, but why get hamstrung on technicalities?) hanging out at the hot springs, steam rising off its scales as it literally simmers with anger in the water. ]

[osteothropy]

[Unfortunately for Lambert, Sans can get anywhere in the carnival grounds instantaneously. And based on their practice sessions, it doesn't take him long to figure out where to go when Lambert goes inactive.

So, not too long after, a small skeleton will appear in the snow, huffing out a sigh as he sees the dragon stewing in the water.]

Feels good, huh? Just stepping out of your skin for a bit. Being something else.

[As Lambert knows, Sans can do something similar. What he didn't see was Sans's growing pains with such a similar power.]

[whattaprick]

[ The dragon snarls. Ten feet or so of snow instantly turn into slush as the jet of flame rolls out of his mouth, but at least he's not pointing that at Sans. ]

I already know I fucked up.

[ So he doesn't need Sans being all ... empathetic, or whatever that was supposed to be. As a dragon, his voice is lower, with a rougher timbre, but still recognizably his own. He tends to have a hard time holding this form for longer than a few minutes at a time unless he's sufficiently motivated, and being angry as hell? Yeah, that's pretty motivating. ]

[osteothropy]

[Thankfully, Sans is ready to escape if necessary, but he isn't too concerned. Lambert is still probably more loyal than angry.]

I didn't come to tell you off. Plenty of other guys beat me to it.

[His tail slowly swishes back and forth through the snow.]

You were right about the part where we can't afford to act without more information. We're gunna have emotional people desperate to do the right thing... so, if it didn't happen now it'd happen later.

[whattaprick]

[ The lack of censure settles Lambert a bit, though it's only a matter of time before something else sets him off, probably. ]

If they're freaking out this badly now, it's only going to get worse when we get to the manor. [ He grumbles. Never lose that optimism, buddy. ]

I still don't see why we actually need to be there. [ He's whining, and he knows it, but just let him get this out of his system, all right? ] This better be worth it, whatever it is.

[osteothropy]

You're right.

[Sans is not necessarily more optimistic, but it is what it is.]

Which is why we gotta be together on this. Just telling them they can't do it isn't going to work. If we take the position of the unfeeling authority, the kind of people in the carnival? They're gunna stop listening.

I've got no clue if rescuing these servants is going to be necessary or plausible... but if we push our side into a corner, make them choose between safety and their morals, then they're going to lash out.

[whattaprick]

[ Why can't this problem just be solved by stabbing something? Life's so much easier when you can solve things by running them through. Violence is always the answer. ]

I know that. I'm the one who usually stops listening. [ And from his tone of voice, yeah, he's unhappy about it. ]

All the questions piss me off. I can't tell them something I don't know, but then they'll just make shit up on their own. You can't win.