💀 CAFE CALAMARI [Swimming to a bar, when you're a skeleton, turns out to cause a certain level of discomfort. Bones aren't full of flotation power, Papyrus discovers in his first attempt. And salt water in one's eyesockets and nasal cavities stings in a way he just doesn't expect.
But once he sees others head to the bar by just... walking there... He follows their example, giving up on swimming to wade through the water. It makes the whole thing a lot easier.
If only the food were so easy to eat. He orders "something without grease," unsure what the options are or what he might like, but feeling very confident about that preference. And he's offered a very aesthetically pleasing arrangement of paper, something he recognizes quickly as a salad. Somehow, he isn't discouraged by this course of events until he takes fork to mouth, bites down on the papers, and makes a face.]
Excuse me, barkeep? You forgot to add the flavor. Or the edibility.
💀 RUINED ADVENTURE [Exploring the ruins long enough means being accosted by some of its resident monsters, which sets off absolutely zero alarm bells in the skeleton's mind. He greets them, takes their attacks in good humor, and attacks back with powers used so reflexively and naturally that he figures he must surely have been doing this for years. It's no wonder when he wears them down to a point that feels like a very clear win.
And yet. They don't concede. They keep not taking the point and giving up the fight, even when he tries to ditch them to explore other parts of the ruins. The injured monsters continue their pursuit, shlorping up between him and where he wants to go.]
Hey, what's the big idea? You lost, give up already!
[Intervene? He doesn't seem to get that these monsters aren't just differently-shaped people.]
💀 DEBUG DAFUQ? [It's getting on toward evening, the sun setting and the air getting cold, and not all the cabanas have been pathed open. This one's been left for later, possibly because there's no sign of a door in the walls around the ground. But whether you're hustling by for one of the easier shelters, or giving this one a look-over, a voice calls out from above.]
Hello!! Have you seen any tools, for fixing broken doors?
[If you look up, there's a skeleton standing on the roof of this cabana, a short red-orange cape billowing behind him.]
I'm sure I can open this! But it might need repairs, after.
Papyrus | new player | ota
[Swimming to a bar, when you're a skeleton, turns out to cause a certain level of discomfort. Bones aren't full of flotation power, Papyrus discovers in his first attempt. And salt water in one's eyesockets and nasal cavities stings in a way he just doesn't expect.
But once he sees others head to the bar by just... walking there... He follows their example, giving up on swimming to wade through the water. It makes the whole thing a lot easier.
If only the food were so easy to eat. He orders "something without grease," unsure what the options are or what he might like, but feeling very confident about that preference. And he's offered a very aesthetically pleasing arrangement of paper, something he recognizes quickly as a salad. Somehow, he isn't discouraged by this course of events until he takes fork to mouth, bites down on the papers, and makes a face.]
Excuse me, barkeep? You forgot to add the flavor. Or the edibility.
💀 RUINED ADVENTURE
[Exploring the ruins long enough means being accosted by some of its resident monsters, which sets off absolutely zero alarm bells in the skeleton's mind. He greets them, takes their attacks in good humor, and attacks back with powers used so reflexively and naturally that he figures he must surely have been doing this for years. It's no wonder when he wears them down to a point that feels like a very clear win.
And yet. They don't concede. They keep not taking the point and giving up the fight, even when he tries to ditch them to explore other parts of the ruins. The injured monsters continue their pursuit, shlorping up between him and where he wants to go.]
Hey, what's the big idea? You lost, give up already!
[Intervene? He doesn't seem to get that these monsters aren't just differently-shaped people.]
💀 DEBUG DAFUQ?
[It's getting on toward evening, the sun setting and the air getting cold, and not all the cabanas have been pathed open. This one's been left for later, possibly because there's no sign of a door in the walls around the ground. But whether you're hustling by for one of the easier shelters, or giving this one a look-over, a voice calls out from above.]
Hello!! Have you seen any tools, for fixing broken doors?
[If you look up, there's a skeleton standing on the roof of this cabana, a short red-orange cape billowing behind him.]
I'm sure I can open this! But it might need repairs, after.