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[fortunefavored]

Who: Newt Geiszler (fortunefavored), Hermann Gottlieb (verinumeri), and a bunch of other people (possibly you???)
What: The building of a lab. For SCIENCE!!!
Where: Next to/close to the clinic.
When: July 22-29
Warnings: Probably some language or something?
Notes: OOC Post here! Feel free to assume they made a post on the Network about needing people to help out. Ooooother than that, I'll throw up some headers and have a party!


[Once the post is made and several volunteers are roped into helping out, pretty soon a set up will be popping up near the clinic in one of the ruined buildings. There are supplies, tables, refreshments, tools...things that might be needed to create a solid, good-sized lab. Newt and Hermann can be found in various places, so feel free to get started building, stop by the refreshment table, and do some mingling!]

Comments

henry ; ota and i'm so, so sorry.

[robobees]

( so guess who stopped by under the guise of lending a helping hand.

and guess who is currently stationed at the very edge of the refreshment table, literally sitting on it, not actually lifting a finger to help, other than to help himself to a beer.

goddamn it, henry.

manual labor just isn't his style, you know? it might mess up his hair. but beer, beer most certainly is his style, and maybe ... if you stick around long enough, you'll see him ponder picking up a paintbrush.

maybe.

until then? b e e r. )

[skelebro]

[Sans is definitely not helping his roommates build their very important laboratory. He commends them in spirit, definitely, but as far as actual effort is concerned, he'll settle for giving them encouraging winks and nods from the snack table.

He's not sipping beer - in fact, he seems to be content enough with the packet of relish he's splitting open - but the skeleton grins vaguely in Henry's direction by way of greeting.]

I see you're doing the minimum amount of helping that can be called "helping".

[But he doesn't sound fussed about it. In fact, his tone is one of...admiration? Solidarity?

Who can tell.]

feel free to ignore this late as hell reply ;;

[robobees]

( well, why help when you can be a general menace to the ones doing actual work? granted, for his own causes he's at least made it look like he's doing some work in the past, but in the here and now, there isn't much to the logic of being here in the first place beyond free refreshments.

and he dares anyone to defy that logic with reason. he dares them.

he takes a sip of his beer and gives the skeleton a sidelong glance, thinking idly - is this the one noah mentioned? the one that puns? - and then he's shrugging lazily, grin stretched wide and pleased. ) Can you even call it helping? I suppose I'm liberating the group of that which might end up distracting them - ( indicating his beer, here, because that's one hell of a distraction! ) - and that's pretty helpful, wouldn't you say?

( and now, he has to take notice of the relish packet. ) Are you going to eat that?

no worries friend i backtag into infinity

[skelebro]

[Yep, that's definitely solidarity shining through that grin as Sans chuckles, amused. That's exactly the kind of thing he's doing right now, so he can't even complain.]

You're doing good work, buddy. Honorable work. I'm sure they appreciate it.

What, this?

[He jiggles the packet indicatively before tearing it open and squeezing the whole thing into his mouth. His teeth don't open, but it definitely ends up in there. Don't ask, it's probably magic.]

Yep.

i do too but i still felt it would be respectful to apologize ;;

[robobees]

( looks like he might have found a kindred spirit in this one. it happens in the strangest places, doesn't it?

he gives a thumbs-up, still grinning ear-to-ear like a man manic. hi-5 for solidarity! )They'd better. This is hard work, now that I think about it. I mean, what would happen if I were to get up? This table might float away.

( god, henry. you're so full of shit.

... he wouldn't have asked, trust him, because it seems like it might just be better to leave some things to the imagination; besides, how can it not be magic, when taking into consideration he's talking to a skeleton in the first place. ) Salud, then. To each his own. ( and he drains his beer. )

Hey, I've got an odd question for you. Do you like puns?

never fear <3

[skelebro]

[Hey, someone's gotta do the heavy-lifting around here. And someone's gotta do the pointing and instructing and scolding part of the building here. And someone else has got to fill the contractually-obligated comic relief portion of this wacky endeavor, and that's squarely where Sans's expertise lies.

Either Sans is getting himself a reputation or this guy is fantastic at pegging people. Regardless, he's not fussed. He arches a supraorbital ridge in protracted amusement and chuckles.]

You could say I've got a punchant for 'em, yeah.