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[spaghettimonster]

[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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[eudaimonikos]

Well.

[Well...shit. He doesn't actually know how to talk about his feelings at all, maybe? He certainly has some, but now that he's supposed to verbalize them, it seems like they've all fled.]

I don't know.
I guess I feel lost and all that junk you said?

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[spaghettimonster]

FEELING PURPOSELESS, ADRIFT, AND FRUSTRATED?
IF WE'RE TALKING CONFIDENTIALLY...
I SAID THAT JUNK, BECAUSE THAT'S, A LITTLE BIT, HOW I FEEL.

APPARENTLY WE'RE ALL IN SOME BUREAU, AND TRYING TO RESCUE THE BOSS,
BUT I DON'T REMEMBER ANY OF IT.
IT'S HARD TO SOLVE MYSTERIES, WHEN YOU DON'T REMEMBER THE BASICS OF THE CASE.
IT'S EVEN HARD TO WANT TO.

[eudaimonikos]

Yeah, I don't care about rescuing anybody. I don't even know who the boss is.
I don't really see any point to ANYTHING we're doing here.

[spaghettimonster]

I HEARD SHE'S -LUCRETIA-.
A SMART, ANGRY LADY.
THAT'S ABOUT WHAT I KNOW.

WELL, BESIDES A POINT TO DOING STUFF HERE.
IF YOU HAVEN'T RUN INTO ANY SHADOWS IN THE WOODS...
I RECOMMEND YOU DON'T!! THEY'RE SCARY.
STOPPING THE CURSE, WOULD BE GREAT, BECAUSE IT'LL BE THAT MUCH EASIER TO HAVE A GOOD TIME.
AND BE POPULAR AND FAMOUS AND PROBABLY WEALTHY.
AND I DON'T MIND RESCUING PEOPLE.

[eudaimonikos]

Why should I care about some angry lady I don't know?

[though there's a point with the rest of that, sure]

Yeah, the curse is a little weird.
I kinda learned that dance that's supposed to fix things, but I don't know that it really does anything.

[spaghettimonster]

I LEARNED THAT DANCE TOO!!
IT'S SUPPOSED TO DEFEAT THE CURSED.
IN A MORE FINAL WAY, THAN WALLING THEM OFF.
BUT GOING OUT NEAR THEM TO DANCE AT THEM...
I DON'T THINK I WANT TO TRY IT ALONE.

[Of course, if he tried venturing out to the wall to dance at the Cursed, he would at least be accompanied by a dog (familiar) and skeleton (brother). But more reinforcements would be better.]

[eudaimonikos]

Yeah, probably a good idea.
I've practiced it a bunch, but I can't even tell if it's doing anything.

[it's that inability to summon positive feelings!]

[spaghettimonster]

ARE YOU PRACTICING NEAR THEM?
OR JUST ANYWHERE?

[It seems like an important distinction, if they're troubleshooting what's not working.]

[eudaimonikos]

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

[spaghettimonster]

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.

[eudaimonikos]

Who's gonna be on the ropes?

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

[spaghettimonster]

[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.

[eudaimonikos]

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.]

[spaghettimonster]

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.]

[eudaimonikos]

...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.]

[spaghettimonster]

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.]

[eudaimonikos]

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

[spaghettimonster]

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.

[eudaimonikos]

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.

[spaghettimonster]

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?]

[eudaimonikos]

Oh god, the place with that disgusting squid thing?

[that he fears and loathes for NO REASON]

[spaghettimonster]

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.]

[eudaimonikos]

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

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

[spaghettimonster]

[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??

[eudaimonikos]

Yes!
It's gross!