[ ACTION ] OTA: You'll Never Know How Many Dreams I Dreamed About You

[nascensibility]

Who: Everyone is welcome, children and adults alike.
Where: First floor, ballroom.
When: Friday the 13th, from 9:00 in the evening on.
Rating: E (for Everyone)
Summary: Semi-formal themed fête.






[Guided by brassy music down an expansive hall residents will enter the first floor ballroom: it has undergone many transformations in its time, and suffered the myriad slings and arrows of Wonderland's event-related torment, but tonight its purpose has shaped it into something glittering and streamlined, the décor as advertised not long before. While socialising does appear to be the primary function, the arrangement of amenities would suggest differently.

The gilded walls border on overly opulent and a dancefloor - ringed with refreshment tables, an open bar, and scattered seating - is pointedly centred, and the brass band for which a Vendor Ticket was exchanged explodes with forceful tunes from a handful of different eras, some of which might be recognisable to those of the twenty-first century.

The only uncertainty is how one might spend the evening.]

Comments

[rosswood]

So what would you like to call it? Advanced degree in physics violations?

[He's determined to work at least one solid answer out of the skeleton if he can help it.

He's seen things that can hop around, subvert spacetime like it's nothing, and even if he's not one to know how that works, exactly, he's gonna be one to make absolutely certain that there's no remnants of that thing hanging about. Especially around Sans, who, in his mind, is already acting pretty damned suspicious. He might as well have an advanced degree in avoidance, the way he can sidestep around issues without breaking a sweat.]

'Cause that isn't normal. You know that, right?

[punful]

i'd call it a glitching communicator.

[He shrugs. The lie is wearing thin, but whatever. Coming up with a better one at this point would be stupid, and he's tired. He really just wants to leave. Maybe go outside, get some air, stop having to answer questions.]

course it isn't normal. that's what i just said.

[Of course it's not normal. It's never once been normal.]

can we be done now?

[rosswood]

[By now it's clear that whatever Alex was on to, it's all but wrung Sans dry. He makes a disgusted sound in the back of his throat and he turns away, scoffing.]

Fine. Be my goddamn guest.

[But he plans to keep his eye on this seemingly-innocuous skeleton for a long time yet. He's pretty sure there's more to him than what he's saying.]

[punful]

[Sans doesn't even respond, he just pushes past Alex and heads for the nearest exit.]

[This definitely won't be any sort of problem further down the line.]