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a fun night with family and friends

Who: Papyrus, Sans, Frisk, and Chara!
What: Papyrus' proposed game night finally comes to fruition in an attempt to prove it is possible to leave peacefully beside dragons. Whether game night actually turns out peaceful is up to fate.
Where: House 3
When: 10/12, afternoon
Warnings: i mean... its board games. things could get violent. who can say at this point. will edit with any further warnings needed

Papyrus is worried about the dragons. Yes, of what they can possibly do to harm the people that have been forced to take up Hadriel as their home, but... also, of what those people can do to the dragons. Two very afraid groups forced to live close quarters with each other can make for a violent end. But Arya has already shown that people are unwilling to adopt a peaceful solution. Papyrus isn't quite sure what to do. He's sure dragons are being attacked at this very moment.

By now, the new citizens are reasonably safe. At least that much is certain. And it is true that the dragons are not going to be able to live here long term, most likely... Which is very sad to think about. It would have been better if they weren't brought here at all.

But maybe it can be proven that the dragons can learn to calm down. Maybe it just takes someone to lead by example. Maybe now, there can be... a game night.

For what better signifier of peace and harmony is there than Scrabble with friends?

So he tells Sans not to leave the house today -- neglecting to tell him why -- and sends identical texts to Frisk and Chara.

HELLO! IT IS I, PAPYRUS! I THOUGHT IT MIGHT BE NICE (NOT TO MENTION VERY PEACEFUL) FOR YOU, FRISK AND CHARA, TO HAVE A FUN NIGHT TOGETHER WITH US, PAPYRUS AND SANS! PLEASE COME OVER TO HOUSE 3 THIS AFTERNOON AT YOUR CONVENIENCE FOR A CALM NIGHT. THERE WILL BE MONOPOLY! (AND OTHER SUCH BOARD GAMES.)

He then sets up the dining room table with several board games he gathered from his arrival, including Pie Face, Scrabble, and Monopoly. He cleans up some of Sans' mess that has encroached upon the shared space on the ground floor, leaving a pile of discarded clothes -- socks, mainly -- outside Sans' bedroom door.

The place has to look good for their guests, after all.

He then sets out to cook a nice spaghetti dinner for everyone to partake in while they play the games. With breadsticks! They are just salted sticks of bread he stuck in the toaster oven, which quickly set them on fire because he hit the wrong, misleading button and he had to put them out with a kitchen towel.

Delicious!...??

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Papyrus is getting ready for...something. Not sure if he should be worried as to what. Between Alphys showin' up with a blaze of firebreath and leathery wings, that little discussion he had with the kid in the meantime, and that hell of an awkward conversation between himself and his former roommates, Sans has decided that, yep, he's earned himself a well-deserved nap. Right after he takes his first well-deserved nap. Hey, don't judge - he's had a rough time of it, all right?

Anyway, the entreaty not to leave the house ain't a real tough deal to follow up on. It'll be a while yet before Sans's shortcuts stop misbehavin' and start takin' him where he wants to go, so he figures now's as good a time as any to chill on the couch as Papyrus prepares for whatever it is he's preparing for.

Too bad he forgot about the initial proposition for game night, 'cause Sans is in for one hell of a rude awakening. Literally too, should the knocks on the door be any indication.

It's probably a bit telling that they didn't know where Sans lived prior to this- but there's not a lot they can do about that now. They put on their best neutral expression as they have a rather wordless exchange with Chara (a glance their direction, a quizzically raised brow, calm from both parties implying a yes, even if the calm on one side is forced) before Frisk sends back a Chara and I would like that. We'll be over in a little bit.

A little bit, in this case, meaning after they've had some kitchen adventures of their own, composing something that won't cause copious amounts of regret as Chara wonders loudly about the possibility of finding a chemist in this godforsaken city.

Maybe in more charming words, but that's what they meant.

And now they're just-- nervous, stoically keeping the almost too warm pot close to their chest as Chara gives the door a hearty knock, trying not to let it show. They didn't expect to have to do this so soon.

Pretend that everything was okay.

Calm is forced upon Chara for a different reason. A conversation with a certain scientist had left them both angry and a touch more tense than usual. But they push that away and turn towards a LOVE-ly state when they get the text from Papyrus. It's not the skeleton brothers' they are angry at - at least until they turn into a mind reader to understand what Frisk was feeling.

As that power has not not suddenly manifested, Chara doesn't know. They're just knocking on the door. Perhaps a little harder than they should but hey, it's not their door. Take a deep breath and forget that they still had the Real Knife in their inventory.

* Everything is fine.

"...do you smell burnt bread, partner?"

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"Oh! Our guests are here!" If the knock didn't startle Sans awake, then Papyrus' loud announcement of it certainly did. But, just in case, Papyrus adds, "Sans, wake up! It is time!!"

He trots over in excitement to the door, distracted now from his worries, and flings the door open.

"Frisk! Chara!" he greets them. "I am so happy to see you! It has been a little while, hasn't it? Things have been rather... hectic!! But now! Things are... still hectic! But that's okay! We don't have to worry about that, right?"

And, with a flourish, he gestures grandly with an arm to usher them inside while also posing dramatically at the same time. It's a very effective gesture. And it's purely for Sans' benefit that he announces as he does so, "Because now is the time for...! GAME NIGHT!!! Nyeh heh heh! We will have the most fun!"

Surprise.

Oh, Sans is awake all right. Awake and, uh, a little apprehensive as to the nature of the "guests" Papyrus seems to have been preparing for. Sans rearranges his ungainly sprawl so he's taking up marginally less of the couch as a sort of cursory courtesy (heh heh), and tries not look at the door in trepidation.

Frisk! Papyrus booms jovially, Chara!

Uh-huh.

Edited 2016-10-13 00:29 (UTC)

Uh...

...huh.

So he should've expected this. Especially as his brother clarifies with his typical enthusiasm that - yep. Yep. It's game night. It's game night, and not a one of them are ready for this, Sans included.

Sans lifts one hand in a lazy wave, looking for all the world as unperturbed as if he hadn't had what clocks in as possibly one of the worst personal conversations he's ever had in his life, little more than maybe eight hours prior to this. Or, uh...possibly more? He's really not one to subscribe to the linearity of time, since he still kinda finds himself bracing himself for it all to snap back to the start one day.

Either way, he's pretty sure that if he told either one of the kids that this wasn't gonna hurt, it'd be a boldfaced lie.

Unfortunately, they don't have a chance to answer Chara's question before the door opens, Papyrus announcing his presence in the most magnificent of ways. It pulls a smile from somewhere, walking through the door with a glance back that's-- hopefully encouraging.

And then they see Sans.

It's a good thing that their hands are full, they think. Because they have an excuse not to be polite, and not wave back. It's a little less... mean that way. They redirect their gaze back to Papyrus soon enough.

"We brought soup," They inform him calmly, holding up the pot for his inspection. Nothing much but odd vegetables and broth, but it tastes alright, they think. A little salty. "It's an appetizer."

Chara doesn't get their answer and they're not surprised with the Level Of Noise Papyrus still has. Absentmindedly Chara wonders about the people who complain about a lack of power and what would happen if they hooked the younger skeleton to a generator. Would they get anything?

Well no, they shouldn't think about it right now. Chara steps inside and smell the burnt bread. Well, it'll go with the Slightly Salty Soup Frisk was holding. It was nice to set this whole thing up but honestly Chara couldn't predict how this will go.

"Greetings Papyrus. Sans." They smiled sweetly at the brothers and toe off their sneakers. "How are you two this afternoon?" Chara was being overly polite but again, they had no idea how this was going to go. May as well give it the old collage try?

The instant tension is completely missed. Papyrus might notice Sans' hesitation, if he were paying any attention to Sans at the moment. Nope, he's too busy looking at his guests and their nice gift. Papyrus hurries to take the pot of soup off Frisk's hands so they're not stuck holding it, and he shuffles to the side so the two kids can enter.

"I am doing well, Chara, how nice of you for asking! And how nice of you two for bringing this! It will make a wonderful addition to our dinner!" He hurries inside to set the pot in the kitchen, calling to them on the way, "Come in, come in!"

He sets the pot by the other food he's prepared.

"Is everyone hungry now, or should we wait to partake until we've played a game?" he asks, coming back out of the kitchen. "We have a few games to choose from! Pie Face should probably wait until after dinner, or we will spoil our appetites with... whipped cream." He is a little unsure about Pie Face. He thinks Sans would like it, but it seems... messy.

They brought soup. They've been learning to make stuff like that, haven't they. Cooking together. Might be neither of 'em are all that fond of Sans at the moment, but they're tryin' on Papyrus's behalf if nothing else, and he can appreciate that.

Suppose he might as well try too. For his brother, if nothing else. He's not exactly got a wealth of energy at his disposal, but Papyrus has his seemingly-limitless pool of it, and, with any luck, it might prove to be contagious.

He knows he should get up. He knows he should get up, and head into the kitchen with the rest. Just take care not to meet either kid's eyes. He ain't sure how much of their...discussion Frisk would be likely to share with their partner, but he doubts it'd matter in any case. They might be doin' better than the did in some ways, but those minute steps of progress seem to be always impeded by two or three steps back, every time.

"Nice of ya to bring something," he says, easily, 'cause he might not be good at much but he's good at pretending for everyone's sake, and that's a vital skill for a guy like him to have. "Smells soup-er."

Well, now their hands are free.

They suppose that means they have to find some other way to make a genuine contribution, following along behind Papyrus in an absently lost fashion, reaching out a hand to grasp the back of his shirt that's very quickly retracted when their trip to the kitchen has them returning to Sans' periphery.

They look to Chara instead, shrugging. They're here now, after all-- what harm could a game do? "Monopoly?"

They follow along with their partner and feel like a row of ducklings being led by their excitable mother. Mother, yes, they remember that conversation. But that aside, Chara has never done any sort of game night so they're pretty out of their depth in this. Even CHECK probably wouldn't work out.

They do remember the name 'Monopoly' though. Never really had anyone to play it with but Chara knew the...reputation the game had. Pretty good for fun reactions of frustration.

So Chara smiles again and nods. "That sounds like a wonderful idea! What you all think?"

"Monopoly it is! I call the racecar!!"

Papyrus carefully puts the other board games off to the side and out of the way and, with a great flourish, opens the Monopoly box. He starts setting things up, laying out the board, setting out the cards, counting out money, apparently taking it upon himself to be the banker as well. He chooses the racecar piece and sets it at the starting tile.

"Sans, come over here and join everyone!" he calls to his brother. "You are playing too!!" Yeah, there's no getting out of this one.

Monopoly. Uh. Okay, then. Sans rolls to his feet with the same exhausted resignation that dogs all of his movements, overly slow and protracted, as if by delaying them he might get out of bringing them to their completion. But he doesn't, 'cause Papyrus is calling him over.

There's something real, real unsettling about the sense of normalcy that settles over the four of 'em. As if this ain't weird, ain't uncomfortable for literally everyone with the notable and perpetual exception of Papyrus. He scrapes back a chair and settles into it, plucking up a piece at random and setting it on the start square.

He realizes only belatedly that he's picked up the wheelbarrow.

Well. Ain't that all nice and thematic for him?

Frisk-- sits next to Chara. Of course they sit next to Chara, not so much sitting as they are kneeling in their chair, helping Papyrus by organizing the cards onto their little spaces, sifting through the property cards. If he can be the banker, then they can be...the banker's assistant, offering a thumbs up to their designated higher up as they sneak their hand into the box and steal the dog.

Because it's a dog.

...A few moments later, they put the battleship down, as well. It's not theirs, of course. But it has guns on it.

Chara likes guns.

* You know them so well.

It goes unsaid but Frisk probably doesn't have to hear them speak it to know by the way Chara is smiling. They tap the piece as if to equip it before leaning back in their chair. A game of frustration suited this whole situation but they're not going to say that. No need to spoil the mood.

They do imagine the white dog running off with Papyrus' Special Attack. Just because it was funny.

"Now then, once we are all settled how will we decide who goes first? I suggest rock, paper, scissors."

"Great idea!!" Papyrus says, patting the battleship like it's Chara. Good job Chara.

And then they do rock paper scissors and the order miraculously comes out the same as the tagging order because yeah. Papyrus' winning strategy of choosing rock every single time is groundbreaking.

He lands on a railroad and buys the property. Everything is fine and the tension in the room continues to be completely ignored.

Everything's...fine, yeah. Sans ends up on a square that has him payin' some kinda tax. He counts out the bills slowly, 'cause it means he don't have to look at the kids sittin' across from him.

He's really gonna have to keep this up for the whole night, ain't he?

Yep. Sure is.

Oh boy.

"Real taxing game, ain't it?" says Sans cheerfully, because everybody likes jokes. And jokes with not just a double-meaning, but a triple-meaning too. Everybody wins!

They've never played a full game of monopoly before, but- they were never able to finish a full game in the forty minute lunch breaks on rainy days, classmates walking away in dissatisfaction and leaving them to neatly pack it all away again.

So it's not a short game, that's for sure. A quick roll has them moving onto the Community Chest space, picking the card from the top of the pile and give it a glance over, lips moving quietly as they read.

It's a little chancy, but-

"I guess I should hold this close to my chest, then." Is the calm response, and the card is carefully tucked into Frisk's sleeve.

Definitely not a short game. Back when they interacted with other humans there were dinners with children's tables and playing this game until everyone hated each other by the end of the night. Not a fun one but a annoying climb, which somewhat described this situation.

"Oh yes it is!" They agree cheerfully with the joke. "Try not to bank on a long game." Roll and they pay for Connecticut Avenue. One away from Jail. Ha! Sadly they're not Chara isn't fast enough to catch a glimpse of the card Frisk drew but that doesn't stop them from an exaggerated attempt at it.

Papyrus buys a pink property, grumbling as he does, "Are we just going to be making puns the whole game? Is this what we're doing??" He folds his arms and grimaces. "Please have respect for the sanctity of Monopoly! It deserves more than this!"

Papyrus, for one, holds Monopoly in high esteem. It is the sacred game of big business. Money management. Capitalism. It's all very cerebral!! And more indicative of the culture of the Surface than it is of the Underground, which grabs his interest.

Sans would laugh, if he weren't, uh...well, Papyrus is here and blissfully unaware of the fact that things ain't really so great here, so Sans laughs anyway. Least it don't sound forced. Or at least, no more or less forced than any other laugh or grin he puts out to the world.

He lands on a property that he don't bother to buy, 'cause the quicker he loses the quicker he can kick back and doze off for the rest of the game.

"What? You scared you won't cash every joke we throw at ya?"

A roll has them buying out Oriental Avenue, with an apologetic glance at their partner. It's fine, Chara- they'll let you buy it out or swap it from them later.

"Maybe he thinks jokes are priceless." Or- the opposite, which is the more likely outcome, if they're being honest with themself.

For everything else, though, there's mastercard.

Chara catches their partner's eyes with a * $50 bucks for it. that doesn't need to be said and more than likely wasn't enough. But who cares, annoying Papyrus with puns was a go. At least until they find a way to start slipping Sans CHANCE cards that'll keep him in the game longer just to annoy him too.

"Of course. They are worth every penny and as we know, the grass is always greener in another man's bank."

Speaking of, they buy Tennessee Avenue and grin. Anyone lands on it and you can expect what joke comes next.

Papyrus is still ahead, and seems to be enjoying the lack of worry for landing on another person's property. Of course, this won't last for long. And his fortune as of yet in the game-land is matched only by his annoyance with his friends who seem intent on making a joke out of the very serious and intense game known only to its champions as... Monopoly.

"I will buy! So many properties! And you will all be sorry!!!" he warns, pouting.

Poor Papyrus. He's doin' an admirable job of takin' it all in stride. Sans lands on a Chance space and swipes up a card.

He can barely suppress his exhausted relief as he slaps the thing down on the table, nearly forgettin' for a moment that you ain't supposed to be pleased to be taken outta the game.

"Go to jail," he drawls, and obligingly drags his piece to the designated square, folding his arms neatly behind his head with a yawn that manages to crack his jaw without openin' his mouth. "Welp. Guess that's it for me."

"You get out in three turns." They correct patiently- or impatiently, it's hard to tell. "You don't-"

get to QUIT, remember?

Frisk rolls a little too hard. The dice goes right off the table; and they duck away to collect it. The second roll goes a little better, and they- haha.

Well. They're just visiting.

Something drops where their heart is as Chara mentally finishes the sentence. But they keep a smile up as they take their roll. Pass GO, collect their money, reach The End and Re--

No.

"Just a break Frisk. A businessman has their legally required breaks, even if they are in the dog house."

They keep their tone light but it's likely that it won't miss those who are aware of how dangerously precarious the situation is. Don't rock the boat.

All these puns are starting to fly over Papyrus' head! He glances around quizzically and moves his piece forward.

"Sans, you can also pay $50 to get out on bail, or if you roll doubles on your turn you will get out for free."

Yep. This sure is goin' great. Sans watches with his sockets at half-mast, lookin' about ready to drop off into a snooze at any moment. He isn't, of course. He's watchin' things play out and doin' his level best not to read into things that might not really be there. Frisk is just visiting. Chara is talkin' about takin' a break.

Too many variables in too close a proximity. Somethin' oblique seems to pass between the kids, and Frisk don't finish their sentence.

"I'll take my chances," says Sans, and rolls the dice. And whaddaya know, it sure ain't doubles. "Welp. Sucks for me."

He's always going to have bad luck if he keeps thinking like that. Composure already broken, Frisk chews their lip, rolling the dice and moving their own piece distractedly. They aren't paying all that much attention; no move to buy the property they land on.

Looks like they aren't visiting, anymore.

This...

...is really stupid, isn't it? There was only so long before things spiraled out, only so long before it puttered out and it wasn't a game that Frisk, Chara and Sans could hold out for. Papyrus was easy to talk to - on the surface level - because he did all the talking for the most part. With them there were too many loaded words that could be accidentally said or said on purpose.

Like that one. Loaded. Ahhah! Only it's not that funny.

Chara rolls and buys a property, not bothering to pay attention to what it is. Not bothering to talk. It really is stupid.

Everyone's so quiet. Papyrus looks nervously between the two kids and Sans, seemingly noticing the tension for the first time. Frisk didn't even buy their property. It's a strange early game decision to make.

Papyrus takes the dice and rolls them between his fingers, letting them clatter against his bones. He doesn't move to continue the game. But there's no point in giving up on it right away, right? Unless no one is having fun... And that's the most important thing. Everyone having a good time.

"Well!! That was great!!" he says, then upends the entire bank of fake money over Sans' head. "Sans wins! Wow, that was a close game, wasn't it, everyone?? A real! Come from behind victory! Good job Sans! Everyone congratulate him!"

He claps his hands almost frantically. He is not letting this evening go to waste. Everyone can have a nice time, dragons or not, and nothing is bad and everything's fun and great! With a strained smile, Papyrus grabs Pie Face and plops it on the table over the Monopoly pieces, sending a thimble crashing into the wall.

"Who's ready to learn how to play Pie Face??"

Papyrus' logic is that Pie Face seems like a much more energetic game, and getting everyone really engaged will be the cure to this awkwardness. Perhaps it is because everyone is so scared? Of the dragons? That's it, right?

As always, Papyrus knows exactly how to pick things up again. Sans grins, unrepentant, as the paper money rains over his skull like multicolored confetti. Still, he knows his bro enough to know when his staunch optimism is approaching a sort of frenetic pace, so he figures he might as well...try to ease things up a little.

"Heck, even a crusty guy like me can have a little fun with this one," he says. 'Cause bad jokes - they're always a hoot, right?

Yeah. Always a way to save the party.

They feel bad for a moment. It's the strain in Papyrus' smile that they see the most, past the jovial tone of voice that's so very common for him. It's- he's just here for a good time, with his friends. No longer stagnant on numbers, of course he just wants to have a good time.

They're not going to let him down on that, are they?

So they straighten, watching monopoloy money dance settle onto Sans' clothes, and the floor. Looks like you really can't SAVE this game, but-

Haha, well. That part's a little beyond them right now, isn't it?

"Me and Chara are gonna win." A chance glance over, at said Partner. A fraction of a grin. Why not be a little competitive?

After all, they're very good at games.

In the somewhat peaceful timelines, Chara knew how hard Papyrus tried, even if they personally felt he tried too hard sometimes. And this was probably one of those times. And as funny as seeing monopoloy money fall on Sans like dust rain, things were going south fast.

But he still believed in them. Despite everything, Papyrus believes in them both. This game couldn't be Save right now, yet--

They flash a grin, closer to something a normal, competitive child would have.

"Of course. We will taste delicious victory."

At the very least they won't be sorry about the puns.

Okay, you all can have your puns, Papyrus is dutifully opening the Pie Face box and pulling out the instructions to read. It's not a very long set of instructions.

"Alright. So you put your chin on the chin rest, and click the handle... the amount of times that the spinner lands on, two to five. If you get through that without getting pie in your face, you get that number of points. If you get pie faced, you get zero points. The first to 25 points wins," he summarizes.

He sets up the game, which is surprisingly simple. He then leaves to retrieve the final piece of the game, and returns with a canister of whipped cream. He shakes it and puts a dollop of cream on the throwing arm.

"Sans won Monopoly, so he can go first!"

This game will most assuredly take everyone's mind off of whatever tension is in the air. Everyone will be too busy cleaning whipped cream off their faces to be scared of dragons! It's the perfect plan!!

Yeah, so this is...sure to go well. Papyrus's very, uh, liberal use of the term "won" places Sans squarely in the way of the titular pie facing. Fantastic. He gets into position regardless, wearily acceptin' his lot in life.

"If you guys end up hittin' me in the face, you're gonna be in for a bad pie," he says, winking cheerfully. Maybe that's a little too on the nasal cavity for both the kids.

Yeah, actually. That one was in real bad...taste.

Exceptionally bad taste; but challenge accepted. With an almost too carefully constructed blank face, Frisk pulls the little board towards themself, flicking the arrow with the tip of their nail, letting it spin.

Round and round it goes. Where it'll land, nobody knows.

"Don't get too crusty if you lose." Because they're very sincerely hoping it lands on one of the bigger numbers- a four, or a five.

No offense.

Chara is with Frisk on that. There are bad jokes and then there's bad jokes and they know that Sans knows the difference.

"Not like that's stopped him before." They can't help but think. But instead they'll bite the thought back and concentrate on the spinner. Please hit a high number, please hit a high number.

Because you know what they say about Karma and all. Chara isn't about to kill Sans again, but they're going to pray to every god in existence that he gets hit with as many pies as physically possible.

"I suppose this could be considered some sort of dessert, right Partner?"

The spinner lands on a... four.

"Oh! A high number! You could get a lot of points! Or... you could live a life of creamy regret!! But it is the first turn after all. You will probably be fine."

Papyrus waits for Sans to click the button himself. He could probably just go ahead and click it, but... Sans needs to accept his fate on his own, whatever it may be.

"Just desserts. Heh. Yeah."

Get it? 'Cause he deserves to feel bad about what he's done and the things he's buried in these kids' minds, and how he interrogated Frisk about why would a kid climb a mountain like that and...

Yeah, he'll go ahead and stop himself there.

And go ahead and - pull the dang handle and hope for the best. One, two, three, four.

Shows what he knows, huh?

At least the whipped cream tastes pretty good.

Oh boy, what an unfortunate juncture. Looks like Sans got creamed.

Or perhaps that's a lie, and it's not an unfortunate juncture at all. Serves you right would be the vindictive thought of the century, if Frisk didn't take one good look at the way most of the cream immediately caves into the hollows of his eye sockets, and quietly let out a cough or two. Just coughs. No wobbly smile or aborted laughter at all, nor the subtly offered high of fives for Chara.

Whaddya know? Looks like revenge really is sweet.

Completely unfortunate! And for some reason Chara's almost painted smile wobbles. Be strong for mother Chara. Be strong.

The child stretches and just happens to hit Frisk's hand before giving the spinner a flick just because they can. Thoughts like Serves you right do echo in their head but they're not going to voice them. Like Frisk, they take in the sights and dearly wish for a camera. They know Sans would laugh it off - and he was taking it in good grace - but it was something to have along side the oth--

Nope.

"So who's next?" They ask sweetly.

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