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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

[osteothropy]

[Sans is a touch on edge sounding.]

Come again?

[dorkypantsuit]

[He grimaces, closing his eyes before forcing himself to start again.]

I think we should set up emergency procedures and I need your help setting it up and possible convincing the ringmaster.

[There, that sounded not accusatory, he hoped.]

[osteothropy]

Historically this hasn't been a problem, has it?

[IS HE OFFENDED? It's hard to tell.]

[dorkypantsuit]

[What is he even supposed to make of that response? He feels like he's already fucked this up, but he doesn't even really know how.]

I'm not- I'm not trying to blame anyone.


I just want to stop people from getting hurt.
I thought you could help.

[osteothropy]

[He cycles some air through himself and takes a step back. Psi probably isn't understanding what he's irritated about.]

Not sayin' you are, just - look.

You're right. [He privately takes a moment to deflate.] It's a good idea.

[dorkypantsuit]

[He nods, though Sans can't see it. The aggressive edge leaves the conversation, but in it's place is a sense of melancholy Psi would rather avoid.]

Good.

[He nods again, struggling to find something else to say.]

I figured maybe there could be a meeting spot, for people who can't defend themselves? We could have some of the tougher guys head there to protect them.

Or something.

[This isn't his job, he doesn't want to step on any toes, but he needs to do something to stop from thinking over this whole mess.]

[osteothropy]

Could be an idea, so long as we can keep people from getting pigeonholed out there. Maybe get some defensive casters assigned to the task.

You can make barriers, can't you?

[dorkypantsuit]

Yeah. But the size and strength of them depends on the area and force of the attackers.

[AKA, he's iffy about relying on that alone.]

Generating force is easier.

[osteothropy]

Right. Kinetic force does in a pinch, but I wouldn't want to use it that way, either.

[His gravity manipulation has similar principles - he could probably deflect stuff with it if he really tried, but why would he? He'd be even worse as trying to hold down a fort, he needs to be mobile, and he has other stuff to be doing, anyway.]

I could send stragglers back to a meeting point if I came across them, tho.

[dorkypantsuit]

[But what if something happened to them along the way.]

Maybe someone could create a place that's hidden with magic for people to stay safe in?

[He doesn't know much about magic, but well.]

[osteothropy]

[Well, he has to think about that one.]

I've been working on creating sub-dimensions, but there's no air in them, normally. Most of you guys need to breathe, right?

[dorkypantsuit]

[He rolls his eyes.]

Yeah, we do.

[osteothropy]

So, I haven't really worked out how to address that problem, yet. But, of course, I'm sure the Ringmaster could make her own solution, if she got it in her head to do something about it.

[dorkypantsuit]

You could just ask her for help with your plan if you really wanted her to do something about it.

[osteothropy]

[A long pause, then.]

.......Nah.

[That's it.]

[dorkypantsuit]

...I know there are people who don't agree. But I would be dead if it weren't for this place. I think there are others who feel the same. And I think there are some who would be worse of if this place hadn't existed.


So I hope you can understand why I don't share your opinion on the matter. And I'd hope we could have a conversation without those kinds of comments.

[osteothropy]

[He's almost feeling where you're coming up, up until that last comment.]

And what kinda comments are those, huh?

[dorkypantsuit]

Um.

The kind about. Lack of action or something. I guess.

[Did he say something wrong again?]

[osteothropy]

Hey, its her show, here. If she's the only one who can do this, I'm not gunna play some kind of game to get what I want from her.

[dorkypantsuit]

[He sighs, just rubbing his forehead in confusion and frustration.]

I'm sorry I upset you.

[He doesn't know how, but it's clear he did so.]

If you want we can just hang up now and pretend this never happened or whatever.

[osteothropy]

You didn't.

[Except that just makes him sound more upset. Shit.]

...Fuck.

[You can't really hang up a radio because that's not how it works, but he goes quiet, anyway.]

[dorkypantsuit]

...Are you alright?

[osteothropy]

[Definitely too busy getting a drink to answer, sorry.]