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[A pizza box draws near.

This is not to say it is necessarily an unusual pizza box. In relativistic spatial terms, there is nothing strange about a pizza box drawing nearer to an observer while remaining perfectly still from its own table-top perspective, cooling gently. Taking a wider view, everything molecule inside the box was once part of something alive, and is with the exception of the cheese biodegradable enough to one day be alive again.

But it is notable in that there is a small, white dog curled up on top of it, drooling slightly as it dreams its doggy dreams. It's fast asleep...]
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[The world of humans has changed a lot from what Toriel remembers. Then again, so has the world of monsters - their worldview, really. The sky is so much wider than a narrow stone ceiling.

What endures is that the little, quiet corners matter just as much as the bustling population centres, to monsters and humans alike. They matter to Toriel; in some strange way, the mountainside scenery reminds her of other places she once knew thousands of years ago. And they matter to the up-and-coming ambassador to the humans, which is why they're on this world tour to begin with.

At least, this sleepy country town mattered to the ambassador up until half a minute ago, when they noticed a fox dart into a hedge and let out a squeal of delight. They are about ten years old.]


You will not wander too far, will you?

[They nod enthusiastically, and she smiles, reaching down to give their hair another ruffle before they can barrel away.]

All right. Play safely, my child.

[And off they go towards the shrine, paying no attention to either the faintly wistful look on her face or the whispers that have followed the two of them since they walked into the shopping district.

After a moment of quiet, Toriel turns away from the shrine entrance and pads towards the closest store, her pace slow and deliberately dignified. Perhaps she can find the child a hairbrush...]

BONE PARTY

5 Jan 2016 08:21 pm
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[It's spring, and it's a beautiful day. The sun shines. Birds sing. Flowers bloom. It's not an atmosphere that meshes well with a dead body lying on a park bench, jacket hanging wide open and bones picked clean.

So it's fortunate that Sans is only asleep. Emphatically asleep, mind. Now and then, in between snores, he opens one eyesocket to check that any humans and monsters in the vicinity alike are aware of just how asleep he is. There are a few - mostly humans, several of them walking dogs, quite a few of them doing a double take as they pass the bench and walking away in a bit more of a hurry than when they approached.

Someone's still missing, though. Hmm. That comes to twenty-nine fake snores since he woke up for real. Under normal circumstances, it never takes his bro more than thirty...]
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