'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!

Comments

[skelebro]

Can't say for certain.

[It might be a slight upon their godly perfections to say or act in a way that ain't 100% dignified, or implies that maybe they don't always know what they're doing.]

[iustitiae]

[i mean hes 100% here for the gods dont know what theyre doing train.]

Who knows, they're always running around doing something stupid because they can't work the Door properly.

[skelebro]

Hence me not being real sure any of this was their plan in the first place. Up to and including where they settled down.

[The whole question of "what in the hell can kill a god" is still out there, and none of 'em are any closer to figuring it out.]

[iustitiae]

Someone'll figure it out eventually.

[surely...]

What do you miss from back home?

[skelebro]

[Sans kinda wants to bursts out laughing. Or at least, the impulse is there, but that'd be...heh, that'd raise way too many questions, and give the impression that he's not nearly as together a guy as he'd lead you to believe.

What's he miss from back home? What was there left to miss? The screaming black void of nothingness that would inevitably herald The End?]

The things not trying to kill me, mostly. All the monsters back home were friendly. Liked good food, bad laughs, didn't try to gnaw your face off.

[When they were, y'know. Alive.]

[iustitiae]

At least some people here appreciate your sense of humor.

[gren. wade. their ot3.]

[skelebro]

[This is true. Wonderful, wonderful things have happened, and it ain't like he's really got a home to go back to at this point.]

More people than anyone ever did back home, lemme tell ya. One of this place's redeeming qualities.

[iustitiae]

There's more to cavehell than meets the eye.

[like not being with his murder club is pretty high on his reasons why hes not 100% against being here]

[skelebro]

Hey, I know plenty of people who'd rather not go home at all.

[Himself included.]

[iustitiae]

I understand that.

[skelebro]

[A lift of a supraorbital ridge and the minute shutter of an eyesocket, and Sans's gaze acquires a knowing glint. He don't doubt that. Not for one second.]

I take you can relate?

[iustitiae]

Yeah.

[there's a beat, collecting thoughts. deciding how much he wants to say. their friendship is based on shitposting, not crying about home.]

Home's complicated.

[skelebro]

[As always, the line he straddles is a dangerous one - a thin one - as he has to walk the balance between admissions of what his life is, and the more typical, more acceptable joking bullshit that slides across the palette much easier.

Sans toasts with a glass of his plum sauce. It's good stuff.]

I feel that.

Somethin' nice in not getting to make the decision to come here or get pulled back, huh?

[iustitiae]

[sans is right. it's nice, not being able to make the decision. as much as he hated the circumstances of cavehell itself, it was a reprieve from the unending nightmares of home. a reprieve from annalise and her manipulation and the way she ruined everyone she touched. it was funny, how in this terrible place so many people retained their sense o goodness. a sense no one around him back home had checked at the door a long time ago.

at least sans literally drinking the plum sauce is a good spot of levity and connor just laughs, opting to comment on that rather than go on talking about everything else.]

You really do have it bad for condiments, don't you?

[skelebro]

[Heh. That's infinitely better than talking about serious shit. So he takes the out when Connor jumps on it.]

What can I say? Maybe I'm just subject to some condimental shift.

[iustitiae]

Awful. You're awful.

[but hes laughing he really does love sans' dumb sense of humor]

[skelebro]

I know.

[But he sounds completely unrepentant.]

My brother says he hates it, but he always smiles anyway.

[iustitiae]

[thats cutie]

How's your brother doing?

[skelebro]

He's doin' all right. Pretty sure having Tranquility around has made it a bit easier for him to relax here and again.

[iustitiae]

At least Tranquility did something nice for someone.

[skelebro]

Seemed like a pretty "chill" god to me.

[But, uh, any drawbacks anyone can think of? He's willing to lend an ossicle.]

[iustitiae]

[connor just shrugs. they'd already hit up the god topic and hes still not really got all his thoughts in order about it

instead:]

So do you live with your brother or...?

[skelebro]

Yep. Him and me and Alphys. You, uh...you met Alphys?

[Wouldn't surprise him if he hadn't. She don't really get out much.]

[iustitiae]

I don't think so, no.

[he does know several undertales, but alas.]

[skelebro]

Yellow lizard, 'bout my size? [He holds up a hand level with the tip of his skull.]

She doesn't get out much. But she's good people.