'cos we're young and we're broke and I can't find my coat

[iustitiae]

Who: Connor, Matt, Jade & Friends of the aforementioned (feel free to join if you think you qualify or hit us up on plurk; also all the threadjacking of course)
What: Connor has a house party because why not
Where: At Connor's house, which is also Jade and Matt's house
When: 1/11
Warnings: Nah just partying probably with minimal alcohol, even, to set a good example for jade



[connor's bored, mostly. you can only go on so many lame moped trips crying about the return of the cave roof for so long before you really need a new hobby. that new hobby might even be one of the lame board games he swiped from the stores - for a lot of guilt, so he's kind of hoping they're not missing pieces (lets be honest, they probably are.)

anyways he texts some of his friends and tells them to come over because the more the merrier I guess and they could probably all use some time to chill together or something. besides then his friends can meet his other friends and that's always a fun idea.

it's easier to be surrounded by people than left alone with your thoughts, is really the long and short of it. so here we all are.]

Hey, you made it!

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[skelebro]

[Sans ends up at said house party, 'cause of course he does. He's gotta keep up connections with his shitposters-in-arms, partners-in-crime, the what-have-you. It's just good manners.]

No alcohol, but I did bring some very nice plum sauce.

[He produces a bottle of said plum sauce. It ain't real clear whether he means that you're meant to use it as a sauce - like, y'know, you're supposed to - or to just chug it from the bottle wholesale.]

[64th]

Plum sauce? [ doesn't matter if he was talking to her, because Cashmere turns around to give him a quizzical look. ] Sauce made from plums, or sauce for plums?

Or neither?

[skelebro]

[That's a question that he's actually never gotten before. Sans considers the bottle speculatively for a moment, contemplating the choice.]

Good question. I'd assume the former, but who's to blame the plums for enjoying the flesh of their brethren?

[64th]

[ she laughs. flesh of their brethren. that's pretty dark. ]

Cannibals. I should have suspected.

[skelebro]

[STARTING THIS MINGLE OFF RIGHT WITH THE CANNIBALISM JOKES.]

Plums're plucky little fellas. Who knows what they get up to when we're not lookin'?

[64th]

[ she's charming as hell, right? in her world: the nation's very own sister. now here she is, making fruit cannibalism jokes. ]

Here? I'd believe anything.

[ she considers the bottle again. ] Can I taste it?

[skelebro]

If you like.

[He passes it over, obliging.]

It's magic, so it converts to energy straight-away. No digestion required.

[Which, for a guy like him, is pretty damn necessary.]

[64th]

[ she accepts it, and is figuring out if she should at least put it on a cracker or something when he gets to the magic part. ]

No.. digestion? So as soon as it's in my mouth it just - [ Cashmere. no. ] Blows it's load?

[skelebro]

[Sans chuckles. Well, uh, that's one way to put it.]

It can heal ya, if you're having a bad enough time. Boost your energy if you're feeling tired. Stuff like that.

[Blow its load. That ain't exactly wrong.]

[64th]

[ sounds kind of like drugs. are you giving her drugs, Sans? not that she'd complain, but... ]

All right.

[ and she's just gonna squeeze a little on her finger and lick it off. Cashmere nods approvingly. ] Not bad. I see what you mean, it's kind of like I rested and got a little boost all at once.

Did you make it?

[skelebro]

Yep.

[Probably for the best she didn't swig it all down in one go. That can be a shocker, even for people who're used to tasting great swallows of the stuff.]

Kinda have to, the way the food supply down here works.

[64th]

Oh, right. Yeah, I wouldn't leave Hope to figure out something that that. You'd probably grown skin or something.

[ she tries to imagine what he'd look like as a skeleton inside of the human wrapping. ]

That'd be weird.

[skelebro]

[Ugh. Skin. Sans shudders, an exaggerated ripple of motion that rattles his bones a bit.]

Yikes. I'll pass, thanks. Got no clue how you humans put up with it.

[No offense.]

[iustitiae]

Aw, thanks Comic Sans.

[plum sauce and a venus flytrap, house connor is making out like bandits.]

I can always count on you for condiments.

[skelebro]

People don't appreciate a good condiment here and again.

[But this is because most people do not drink condiments. Sans.]

It's good stuff. Very quality.

[iustitiae]

I take it you've tried it before.

[hes going to be so confused by sans' method of consumption.]

[skelebro]

[What, drinking things without opening his mouth? What's so confusing about that? It's just...magic, probably.]

'Course I have. I mixed this one up special based on an old family recipe.

[He's bullshitting that last part, most likely. But who's gonna get on his coccyx for that? It ain't like there's anyone left from the old family.]

[iustitiae]

[drinking....plum sauce....at also that thing you just mentioned.]

Is the secret ingredient love?

[skelebro]

How'm I supposed to add a secret ingredient that don't exist yet?

[Get it? 'Cause no one's voted for...yeah, y'know, it ain't funny if he has to explain the joke, so he doesn't.]

[iustitiae]

It's a...

[yeah never mind the jokes are funnier when we all understand the references]

But thanks. How are you holding up, cave wise? Enjoy the beach while it lasted?

[skelebro]

The fake one? Yeah, it was all right.

[He figured out the illusion pretty quick. It's kinda one of his skills.]

Got buried in sand, but I don't really wanna know what that sand actually was. How 'bout you?

[iustitiae]

Sometimes you just have to pretend, for your own sanity.

[skelebro]

[He's pretty sure Frisk took a picture. And now he's kinda curious as to how that came out.]

Yeah, I kinda don't wanna learn that I was buried in the remains of anyone's monsters, y'know?

[iustitiae]

[connor frowns]

See? That's exactly what I mean.

[skelebro]

[Unfortunately, an idle mind strays to where it most does not want to be. And Sans's mind is nothing but idle, most days.]

Pretty much.

What about you? Lay claim to any mopeds?