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[Time for a text message to the network, as Papyrus takes up Sans' suggestion... several weeks after the fact.]

IT. HAS. BEEN. TEN. WEEKS.
AND I AM AT MY LIMIT.

PEOPLE WHO'VE REGAINED LOTS OF MEMORIES,
WHAT IS YOUR SECRET???
HOW DID YOU DO IT!?

I BARELY REMEMBER ANYTHING AND I'M TIRED OF IT!!

THE DOG KEEPS HINTING,
THAT I COULD REMEMBER THINGS FASTER.
BUT WHEN I ASK HOW IT JUST WINKS AND WALKS AWAY.

IF I HAVE TO PUBLISH POETRY, I'LL DO IT.

[ooc: As always, I'm happy to drop the capslock or the font for readability if it helps, just let me know! (They continue IC because Papyrus.)]

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I've tried both.
I mean, not incredibly close to them. That seemed dangerous.

IT DOES. BUT IF YOU DIDN'T GET RESULTS...

OH, I KNOW!
LET'S GO NEAR THEM, BUT WITH ROPES.
SO FRIENDS CAN REEL US TO SAFETY.

Who's gonna be on the ropes?

[it's sweet that you think he has friends]

[Okay, that's a challenge he hadn't anticipated. Despite not having many friends of his own, the (relatively) reliable presences of Sans and the dog have ensured Papyrus hasn't felt alone in most of his memory.]

UHHH.
WELL, IT'S TO SOLVE A PROBLEM FOR EVERYBODY.
MAYBE OTHER BRACER CLUB MEMBERS.

You trust that many of them?

[Michael...he likes Sayori, but she's very small. There's Alex, though. He doesn't know why, much like he doesn't know why he was drawn to the teenager in the first place, but he thinks he trusts him okay.]

IT SHOULDN'T TAKE VERY MANY, SKELETONS DON'T WEIGH A LOT.

[He cunningly avoids answering the question, especially in light of some of Sans' contributions.]

...true.

Well, maybe I can find somebody to help.

[He's not sure Alex can lift him, but Alex and Sayori together...? He could always ask his roommate, he guesses, though he's not certain he trusts the guy exactly.]

I WOULD, BUT I'LL BE TOO BUSY DANCING TO HELP.

[Definitely not because he has no muscles and no idea how much Michael weighs.]

OH, BUT I JUST REMEMBERED.
I COULD GIVE YOU A POTION FOR BETTER JUMPING.
JUMPING TWICE AS FAR COULD ONLY HELP YOU GET TO SAFETY!

[There, he's helping! What a great feeling. He can't exactly go asking other people to help, unless he breaks that promise about letting these beans spill, and he doesn't want Michael burning him or any metaphorical beans.]

Ah, that could help!
I can teleport, also, but not all that far in one shot.

YOU SHOULD DEFINITELY TELEPORT IF ANY GRAB YOU.
ESPECIALLY IF THEY GRAB YOUR FACE.

[He's pretty sure the face stealer isn't one of the typical Cursed, but, just in case.]

BUT HOPEFULLY YOU WON'T NEED THAT!!!
I HAVE A COUPLE BOTTLES BREWED UP.
SO LET ME KNOW WHERE TO MEET YOU, I'M FREE ANY TIME.

Uh
Sure, yeah, I guess I'm free whenever, too.

[He sure as fuck doesn't have any other social engagements.]

I'll see if I can get anyone else to help and get back to you.

THANKS! I'LL KEEP ASKING AROUND TOO.
HOW ABOUT, MISO FOU'S CAFÉ?

[It's a central area, and who doesn't like to have something to drink or even eat while waiting?]

Oh god, the place with that disgusting squid thing?

[that he fears and loathes for NO REASON]

UHHH.
I DON'T KNOW. I HAVEN'T. TRIED TASTING HIM?
I JUST EAT THE FOOD.

[Michael whatever you get up to with the chef is your business of course, but please don't assume that Papyrus is up to the same.]

You really shouldn't eat food that thing has touched
Have you seen it?

[It's GROSS and SLIMY and EVERYONE HATES IT, PROBABLY]

[Okay maybe he misunderstood the situation.]

UMM. I THINK I HAVE.
SITTING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BAR. LOTS OF ARMS.
AM I THINKING OF THE RIGHT SQUID CHEF??

Yes!
It's gross!

WHAT??? WHY DO YOU SAY THAT?
JUST BECAUSE HE'S NOT AS HANDSOME AS A SKELETON,
OR AS CUTE AS A DOG,
OR AS. HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?

I don't know, distinguished? It's got nothing to do with ME
He's a gross drippy squid monster

WOW, I'M GLAD I'M NOT A SQUID MONSTER.
I WASN'T THAT ATTACHED TO THE PLACE ANYWAY!!
I'LL LOOK FOR A FOOD CART. WITH DRY, NOT AT ALL DRIPPY FOOD.

Fine.

[feels weird, but he's right on this one]

[Papyrus isn't convinced, but something in him quails at the thought of persisting in doing the thing Michael is so adamantly against. Especially when they're in the middle of all this emotional approximately-honest talk and maybe even becoming better friends??

So he shelves any returns to Miso Fou's for other times, and for now finds a food cart near a nice seating alcove to wait in. The food is very dry. Flakey. One might even describe it as pastries.]

ARE YOU FULL UP ON OTHER POTIONS, BY THE WAY?

[Well, Michael can...he can do this. He's not all that accustomed to making arrangements and meeting people (like they're friends or something), but...well, it's not that different than if they'd just run into each other, right?

He'll even collect a pastry, before joining Papyrus with a pretty palpable air of uncertainty.]

Uh - no, not really? Is that a thing? [does everyone just have a bunch of potions and he's been unaware?]

[A Michael has arrived! Papyrus stops fiddling with his bracer and waves a welcome, half-eaten pastry still in hand.]

Of course it's a thing. It's a thing for me! [Skeleton trendsetter here, thank you.] Brewing potions, it just comes so naturally...

And it's good preparation, to have something to drink, at all times. In case of vending machines, or thirst, or just needing a little boost.

[That vending machine. It's stopped flinging vials at him, but how long will that peace last, really?]

...I guess.

[Michael takes a bite of his pastry, chewing thoughtfully. He guesses he does get thirsty, sometimes.]

Never made any, myself.

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