01, text | un: PAPYRUS

[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.)]

voice | un: synagogue

So. Hi. [Great introduction, Church.] I was hoping someone around here could tell me more about nnnnnecrotic? Stuff? Necrotic magic.

Mostly I'm wondering if it...specifically saps the life out of things that are...just organic? Or everything that is technically living? Or just literally everything.

I'm asking for...

...

...reasons.

Cursed-related reasons! Nothing bad. Other than the Cursed being creepy.

un: defeynseattorney

I don't remember much about my life before getting to the Bureau, I'll admit, but I do remember that on these missions we'd often share our findings together on one of these posts.

So here's another little hub for sharing that information and perhaps missed connections, too.

I haven't found much myself out by the ruins, but I did notice... has anyone been hearing strange voices?


[ooc: as suggested, you can use this post to share your findings in one cool spot. Mia won't respond to everything, but that means you can pretty much threadjack as you wish.]
ribticklers: (025)

01 | un: sans

so the other side of that big wall is pretty messed up

[And Sans posts a link to a video taken from the top of the Gilded Wall. The landscape is a ruin of grey, dry soil and scattered, desiccated trees. There are no animals to be found, not even insects. Something in the distance glitches--round static, with a dark circle inside. As soon as Sans tries to focus the video on it, it vanishes. In that distance is a large, spiky black mass that can't be clearly seen.

Then the horde draws Sans's, and thus the video's, attention. Dozens of humanoid figures are rushing toward the wall. As they get closer and clearer, their appearances seem to be constantly shifting--humanoid, animal, entirely formless, full of static and cracks. In some of them, an eye forms in the darkness.

They seem to be actively avoiding making contact with the wall, but with the way they reach and claw upward, it's clear they are singlemindedly intent on murdering Sans.

There's a flash of something else shifting--brown hair, chin-length. The video cuts off immediately.]
parfaitgirl: (nibble)

01 / un:parfaitgirl

[ A post appears on the network -- it's just a picture, of some writing in a notebook. Nothing else. Perhaps the handwriting or the style might remind you of another poem you read some time ago ... ]