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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

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.