+ FOURTH WALL EVENT: BEACH PARTY +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: E V E R Y O N E
Where: The Beach!
When: Sept 5th to Sept 10th
Rating: G to PG-13 (please label higher ratings, thank you!)
Summary: Are the other parties a little too crowded and chaotic for you? Come and chill by the water! And don't forget to have a look at the Fourth Wall Master Post for event rules, puzzle clues, and more places to mingle!
The Story:

Beginning on September 5th, much of the shoreline will be taken over by a massive beach party! As with all good Wonderland parties, it will be run day and night, always mysteriously tidy and always with food that replenishes itself.

At various points along the beach, there will be wheel barrels full of candy and treats, and torches for people to claim as their own. There are also volleyball nets, and when darkness falls they will light up like Christmas trees for those who want to play well into the night.

There are many places set up to sit - some with tables, some with pillows and blankets, many with shade, and some even dug out in the sand. There is music playing, but the source is unclear.

However, there's one thing that the curious may find - a message in a bottle. It will regenerate within five minutes if taken, allowing as many curious truth-seekers to investigate as possible.

Comments

[scarsandspikes]

THEY'VE ALWAYS BEEN SHARP. SO ARE YOURS. WELL... MY BROTHER'S, ANYWAY. DO SKELETONS JUST NOT HAVE SHARP TEETH WHERE YOU COME FROM?

[He can picture such a world, but it just seems strange to him. Hell, even just seeing Sans standing there with blunt teeth is weird.]

[punful]

nope, no sharp teeth. no sharp anything, really. though to be fair, my brother's much less round and squishy than me.</font.

[scarsandspikes]

I SUPPOSE YOU MIGHT NOT NEED SHARP TEETH, BUT HOW DO YOU MANAGE WITHOUT CLAWS?

[How does he open his mail without claws??]

[punful]

i mean, how do you manage with claws? don't you end up poking yourself?

[This is so surreal.]

[scarsandspikes]

NYEH HEH HEH! ONLY IF YOU'RE CARELESS! THEY'RE VERY USEFUL AND FASHIONABLE WHERE I COME FROM!

[He takes off a glove and proudly flexes the claws on that hand. He'd always taken good care of them, and it shows. They've got a higher gloss than the bone they're attached to thanks to being given regular polishes, and there's not so much as a crack or a pit in them.]

I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU CAN SO MUCH AS SCRATCH AN ITCH WITHOUT THEM!

[punful]

[Well that's...alarming. Those claws look real sharp.]

wow. uh, did you get a manicure, bro?

[Never thought Papyrus would be the type.]

heh, we're skeletons. we don't get itches.

[scarsandspikes]

OF COURSE! I TAKE EXCELLENT CARE OF MYSELF! DOES YOUR PAPYRUS NOT?

[Letting himself go is absolutely unthinkable! Claws needed attention to keep them strong and sharp.]

NYEH HEH! I NEVER SAID THEY WERE MY ITCHES!

[punful]

oh, sure he does. always. he just doesn't have claws to get manicured.

[This conversation is just. Getting more and more surreal.]

wow. then whose?

[scarsandspikes]

[He smirks and slips his glove back on.]

NYEH HEH HEH! I DON'T KISS AND TELL!

[Well... he won't, when the opportunity comes up. And he's positive it's going to happen very soon! He just needs to, uh, actually ask someone out on a date.]

[punful]

[...Okay, he actually laughs at that. This is absurd.]

wow, bro. wow. sounds like you're pretty amazing. maybe almost as amazing as my own bro.

[scarsandspikes]

[He bristles at that comment.]

"PRETTY AMAZING?" I AM PAPYRUS THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE! I'M SECOND TO NONE!

[Papyrus draws himself up and puffs out his chest. He'd prove that he was the most amazing! Somehow!]

[punful]

okay, okay. i'm pretty sure all papyrus-es are equally amazing.

...the, uh. "great and terrible," though? really?

[scarsandspikes]

OF COURSE! I EARNED THAT TITLE!

[Admittedly, he was really only proud of half of that title, but he still wore the whole thing like a badge. It carried a lot of weight back home, and did more to protect him than his armor did these days.]

DON'T TELL ME YOUR PAPYRUS HAS NO TITLE. EVEN A RUNNER-UP SHOULD AT LEAST WANT ONE!

[punful]

sure he does. be he's just "the great." nothing terrible about him.

[scarsandspikes]

[He wasn't...terrible...?]

WHY NOT?

[He'd heard that other Papyruses could afford to be things like kind and affectionate, but it just made no sense to him. How were they not constantly attacked by more ruthless monsters? How did they keep their Sanses safe? How did they keep themselves safe?]

[punful]

cause, uh...i mean, he's great. papyrus-es are always great. they don't need to be anything else.

[scarsandspikes]

HMMM...

[He takes a moment to mull it over, but it still doesn't quite make sense to him.]

HOW CAN THEY NOT BE ANYTHING ELSE? WHY IS YOURS ONLY GREAT?

[Greatness just came naturally to all Papyrus-es, as far as he could tell. They were just born great! But if greatness is their starting point, then wouldn't that imply that a great Papyrus just stopped right there?]

[punful]

he's...i mean, it's not like he's not other things. he's amazing and incredible and...kind and good to a fault and...the best thing that ever happened to me.

[It's extraordinarily weird to be talking about Papyrus to another Papyrus.]

being any sort of "terrible" just isn't on the agenda.

[scarsandspikes]

[And it felt weird to hear a Sans praising another Papyrus. He knew perfectly well his own Sans would never do the same for a variety of reasons, and they wouldn't have it any other way. But hearing this, well...

There's just a flicker of jealousy across his face before his nearly permanent scowl sets back in.]

KIND? GOOD TO A FAULT? HE SOUNDS LIKE HE'D BE EATEN ALIVE IN MY WORLD.

[Okay, so the human had managed to survive thus far without hurting a fly, but he was still certain that they'd get themselves killed sooner or later even if he kept an eye socket out for them.]

[punful]

in your world, huh?

[He doesn't want to know. He's not going to ask. Curiosity killed the Sans, and he's kind of done with it lately. Slipped up and started asking stupid questions.]

[Consequences on top of consequences, and he can't even remember what he asked.]

yeah, well. works fine in my world, so. he's perfect as he is.

[scarsandspikes]

[Unfortunately, Papyrus still had a sense of curiosity and believed that knowledge was power.]

AND IF I SOMEHOW FOUND MYSELF IN YOUR WORLD? WHAT DO YOU THINK WOULD HAPPEN THEN?

[With all the world hopping that people seemed to be doing lately, it had occurred to him that he may not end up back in the right world when he left to go home.]

[punful]

[What an odd question. He tilts his head slightly.]

you'd...be fine, bro. it sounds like my world would be less, uh...exciting. but you'd adapt.

[scarsandspikes]

"EXCITING" ISN'T THE WORD I WOULD USE, BUT... YES, I SUPPOSE I WOULD ADAPT.

[He could probably even learn to relax, if he had to.]

SO, WHAT DO YOU DO IF YOU DON'T NEED TO BE TERRIBLE?

[punful]

[God, this is rough. "If you don't need to be terrible." What happened? What the hell happened in their world?]

[No. He doesn't want to know.]

you just...be yourself, bro. everyone loves papyrus. he's irreplaceable.

[scarsandspikes]

[He cocks a brow as if mildly amused, but the expression is just a mask. He worked his ass off for everything he had and made more than a few enemies in the process, and there's some version of him that's universally loved? That stung, but like hell was he going to show it.

He even keeps his voice completely level, almost to the point of being monotone.]

THEY ALL LOVE HIM?