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+ FOURTH WALL EVENT: BEACH PARTY +

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.

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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?]

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.

[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.]

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.

[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.]

[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.

"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?

[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.

[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?

[He sounds almost disbelieving, but he's hiding it. He's hiding it very well. Better than most Papyrus-es.]

sure they do. he just...doesn't always notice.

HMMM...

[He can't imagine being so oblivious that he'd fail to notice how other people felt about him.

And yet, without really stopping to think about it, he snatches a bottle of soda from the stash in the hole and opens it without checking if it's actually edible for skeletons. His attention is almost entirely on the conversation, with only some left over to keep watch for potential threats,]

AND WHAT ABOUT YOU?

[He knew some monsters seemed to like his Sans a little, but both of them were usually tolerated at best.]

what about me?

[Boy, in what world would Papyrus willingly chug soda? Yikes.]

HOW DO YOU FIT INTO YOUR WORLD?

["Chugging" isn't exactly the right word. Takes a full, and nearly spits it out from shock at the alien flavour. Papyrus scrutinizes the can, looking as if the thing betrayed him somehow.]

THE HELL IS A "PASSIONFRUIT?"

you got me, bro. i'm not berry up to speed on my fruits.

[But, ha, what a question.]

and you know me. i pretty much just tell jokes and make people laugh. or annoy 'em.

DO I REALLY KNOW YOU? YOU'RE NOT LIKE MY SANS. I HAVEN'T EVEN HEARD YOU SWEAR.

[He takes another sip of soda, even though the taste makes him grimace. Waste not, want not.]

FOR ALL I KNOW, YOU MIGHT ACTUALLY BE CLOWN, RATHER THAN JUST ACTING LIKE ONE.

[...He'd have to suggest that job to his Sans. It was his kind of thing, really: terrible jokes, terrible sense of fashion, and scaring the shit out of children.]

...you're right. i guess you don't really know me, heh. sorry, papyrus. might have been projecting a bit.

[He just...hasn't seen his own Papyrus in awhile. He's not sure where he is.]

nah, heh, i'm a comic. subtle difference.

[He grunts in mild distaste.]

OF COURSE YOU'D BE A COMEDIAN. MINE JUST BECAME A SENTRY SO HE COULD SIT AROUND ALL DAY.

HE EVEN KEEPS PILLOWS AND BLANKETS AT HIS STATIONS SO HE CAN NAP AT HIS POST, THE LAZY ASS.

[He may be calling his brother a lazy ass, but the tone of his voice is somewhat softer than one might expect. They traded insults the way other siblings teased each other with irritating nicknames. Besides, if Sans kept his head down and out of sight, then he was less likely to be attacked at his post.]

hey, same here. guess we do have something in common.

[And awww he hears that note of fondness. Look at Mr. Spikelord here. His own Papyrus does the same thing, just a lot less...sharply.]

...SERIOUSLY.

[He sighs. Of course both of them would take up a job that'd let them do nothing all day.]

PLEASE TELL ME YOUR BROTHER IS IN THE GUARD. HE HAS TO HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON WITH ME, DOESN'T HE?

he wants to be. he was really putting his backbone into it before we ended up here. special training with undyne and everything.

[His eye actually twitches at that pun.]

HE'S NOT IN THE GUARD YET? WHY NOT? CAN YOUR UNDYNE NOT SEE THE RAW TALENT ALL PAPYRUS-ES POSSESS?

[...Okay, so he got in on talent and ruthlessness, but if being Terrible wasn't a requirement in this other world, then talent should count for more.]

of course she can. that's why she's giving him the special training. everyone knows how amazing he is.

MINE TRAINED ME AFTER I WAS ACCEPTED INTO THE GUARD.

[Everyone received training after they joined the Guard. Why train anyone who didn't wear the armor or swear the oath? The Guard didn't turn on each other, but there was nothing stopping other monsters from stabbing you in the back as soon as you took your eyes off them. At least you stood a better chance of surviving if they were untrained.]

IF SHE KNOWS, THEN WHY HASN'T SHE ALREADY ACCEPTED HIM INTO THE GUARD?

MAYBE THINGS WORK DIFFERENTLY IN YOUR WORLD, BUT THAT SEEMS SUSPICIOUS.

...huh.

[After. That's odd.]

[And suspicious? That's even more odd.]

i couldn't tell you, papyrus. i'm not undyne.

AND I'M GOING TO GUESS THAT YOUR UNDYNE ISN'T HERE? I'D LIKE TO GIVE HER A PIECE OF MY MIND...

[It's not often that he'll stand up for other people, but this is essentially him that needs to be stood up for!]

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