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Entry tags:
- !event,
- ahsoka tano,
- allison argent,
- alphys,
- armand,
- bianca,
- carlisle longinmouth,
- castiel,
- chara,
- cole,
- dean winchester,
- emily,
- faith carr,
- flick,
- frisk,
- gren,
- hannah washington,
- henry cheng,
- henry percy,
- jill valentine,
- jo harvelle,
- l lawliet,
- lea,
- maketh tua,
- mello,
- miriam day,
- nick valentine,
- noah czerny,
- pell,
- river tam,
- sam winchester,
- sans,
- shadow the hedgehog,
- tiny tina,
- ushahin dreamspinner,
- will graham
Event Log: Keepsakes
Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Keepsakes event!
Where: All around the city
When: October 15th-October 19th
Warnings: A bunch of random crap.
What: The event log for the Keepsakes event!
Where: All around the city
When: October 15th-October 19th
Warnings: A bunch of random crap.
Well, Hope and Delight are messing with the door again, but at least this time dragons aren't involved, right? This attempt goes a bit better - sure, no one gets sent home, but if everyone will just look under their seats, they'll find a FREE [INSERT SOMETHING YOU MAYBE DIDN'T WANT AT ALL HERE]! Awesome! So nice! Yup, throughout these few days people will be finding things from home - something they loved, something they used all the time, something they hated, something they totally forgot they even had. All sorts of cool stuff!
Well, they might not actually find it. Their neighbor might, or a complete stranger. And who knows where it could turn up? At the park, half-buried? In the Silent Hill zone, kept safe by a horrifying monster? Or hey, maybe in somebody's underwear drawer. Awkward. Better try to find your stuff, or find the owner of whatever weird crap you found. It could be something important.► This log covers October 15th-October 19th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you somehow manage to die in this event, please let us know here, and also what the hell?
yeah that totally counts
sans told me i could stay with him when i got here
its nice enough
probably wouldnt be good to live alone here haha
its kind of dangerous???
do you live by yourself
[It's... innocent enough, to ask. To be a little worried for their wellbeing. Nobody deserves to die being eaten by a dragon or something.]
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...Just keep walking, Frisk.]
It's a little dangerous, but you get used to it. Just don't go in the tunnels.
I live with my friend. Neither of us know much cooking but it's nice, Chara makes really good soup.
I guess you guys have a lot of spaghetti?
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Hah. Ah. Okay. We're gonna bottle that motherfucker right on up.]
haha yeah its like full of the stuff
papyrus tries to cook all the time
keyword tries
but i mean its not much better than what i make lmao
are the tunnels where all the dangerous things are?
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I think he's getting better. Sans says he might be able to make something edible next year.
But you probably remember that, right?
Most of the time? I think there's a place in the city that's all foggy and if you go there you die, but I don't know where it is. Most of the monsters stay in the tunnels though, unless it's dark.
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haha yeah.
heres hoping. otherwise ill probably die by spaghetti
also im guessing they're... not friendly monsters
or uh not like underground monsters
like the fictional kind with sharp teeth that eat people and scream
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I can bring you some food. We make a lot of soup and stir fry, but it's okay to eat.
Yeah. I asked someone to stop calling them monsters but I don't think anyone cares.
Anyway I'm almost there.
[Almost there, in this case, meaning that they knock before they even send the text, tucking their phone away and holding the rolled up blueprints against their side.]
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Regardless, Alphys picks up her phone to read and respond as the door knocks, carrying it with her there and taking a deep breath before she opens it, trying for an inviting smile. It still looks... weird. Alphys isn't sure she knows how to be inviting anymore.]
H-Hey! That was fast. You can, uhm, c-come in, if you'd like.
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If she were human, there's a word for how she looks right now. But she isn't human, and there's no need for her to go to the bathroom. The word doesn't really work.
Making an attempt is what the expression is, then. They try their best to give her an encouraging look in turn, waving their free hand.]
It's not that far.
[They'll...take that invitation, giving her as much space as possible as they do so.]
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But she lets them in, shuts the door, gestures for them to follow her into the living room. Papyrus and Sans aren't home, giving her free reign of the space. It's... nice, kind of, to hang out in the living room, instead of cramming herself in her room and literally never leaving. Then again, without her computer, there's not a huge reason to just be in her room all day. She doesn't even have any manga.
She realizes her mind is drifting and she focuses on them again, as they both hit the living room and she turns to look at them.]
So, uhm, w-what is it?
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Although, it would be much nicer to say that they'd brought her some manga. Perhaps, next time, they could put a little more effort into locating some. Sort of like a...buffer, between the bad news. 'Hey Alphys, someone probably died again, but I found some anime! Isn't that cool?'
Then again maybe not.]
I- um. I'm pretty sure...
[Words are failing them, so there's nothing left but to hold the rolled up blueprints out to her, head hanging.]
...This is yours.
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She looks at the papers quizzically, taking them gently and unrolling them to...
Oh. Her blueprints for Mettaton's EX and NEO forms. All her notes, her unfinished work, her... creation.]
Oh... h-hah, I guess they are.
[All that's left of him. All she can keep. Her thoughts, her ideas, her craftsmanship, but she could press her body to the metal chassis all she wants. It's not him. And she can't even say it.]
Wow, uhm... thank you for uhm, f-finding these.