[log] Shadows in the Window [closed]

[rubikscomplex]

Characters: House, Ginger, Leon, Enoch, Haurchefant, Raoul, Sans, Frisk, and Toriel
Location: Clinic; E6 - 34/35
Date: Day 87 - Evening
Summary: House and the gang finally make it to the clinic where all sorts of people are knocking around.
Warnings: Language, drug addiction, probably some pranking shenanigans

[Sadness, a nearly overwhelming amount of it, pervades the landscape as House, Ginger, Leon, and Enoch make it to the clinic with a few hours to spare before lockdown. While there's a strong pull toward the shadows wandering the streets, there doesn't appear to be any actual danger in them. They don't attack and they can be easily avoided. The group arrives relatively unscathed and might break up between the two available houses, if they will, whether to talk to the others already here or simply to claim a room to sleep in.

Perhaps it's best that they get away from each other's company after such a trying week.]

Comments

[bonefriend]

I dunno if the homeowner's gonna come back any time soon and try to sue for damages. But you never know, right? [ better safe than sorry! he'll definitely help with cleanup tho. ]

[inruins]

[Sans's help is appreciated. The smaller loose bits of wood are a bit hard for her to grab, especially without the risk of it cutting into the flesh of her pink paw pads. She offers him a smile in turn.] Well Clayton will be back, I'm sure he's here often enough to notice.

[She's going to pretend Clayton has a stronger chance of coming back, death- his death is too recent to dwell on it deeply now.]

[bonefriend]

[ protect toriel's paw beans... ] That's probably true. You can tell him it's my fault for being such a great comedian and I owe him one, how about that?

I can give him a stand-up session. [ because... there's no chair to sit down in. ]

[inruins]

I'll tell him person, if I put it in the note I'm sure you'll be swarmed with people wanting to hear your jokes.

['Stand up session' makes her laugh as she moves to pick up her bag and pull out some loose paper.] I'm sure he'd appreciate it.

[bonefriend]

Oh man, a swarm? I dunno if I could handle that alone, Tori. You'd have to give me a hand and make it a double act with me. [ the worst or best comedy duo??

he peers over as they finish with the chair, however. is she really writing a note? ]

[inruins]

I would love that. I'm sure we'd keep everyone very entertained! [The thought makes her grin a little back at Sans before being distracted by writing again.]

[Yes, yes she is. She is also helpfully drawing snails in the margins. The note is a short one, 'Feel free to use as you see fit : )! Be careful of splinters!'] Here, how does this look?

[bonefriend]

[ cute.

... the snails, he means. thumbs up?? ] Looks pretty good. It can be used for firewood or something. You're practically doing us all a favor, Tori.

[inruins]

[The boss monster shakes her head at the skeleton's words, smiling still as she moves to place the note on top of the wrecked chair. She closes the cupboard and turns to face Sans.] We'll see if Clayton agrees with you on that. Hopefully no one misses it.

For now. Well, would you like to take a nap with me?

[bonefriend]

[ w-wow, so forward. how could a guy possibly say no to an invitation like that, tho? ]

I'm always up for a nap. Or down for one, I guess.

You can watch and learn from a true sleepmaster here. [ apparently this is a totally respectable title!

quest for decent catmonsternap spot: START!! ]

[inruins]

[Toriel direct and to the point. Gets what she wants, skeleton nap buddies included. She laughs a little as she speaks.] I'm glad. I know I've grown a bit too used to having Frisk and you with me when I'm sleeping these days.

[The title drop makes her grin playfully now.] Lead the way Sleepmaster. I look forward to seeing where we'll end up.

[bonefriend]

Hey, we know we can handle a tub. That's practically intermediate level when it comes to napping anywhere. But when you're a sleepmeister like me, you could fall asleep on a bed of nails, in a ditch, falling down the stairs... the sky's the limit. [ i.e. he needs to find a way to nap in midair.

let's search the house for a prime location tho, allons-y. ]

[inruins]

I see. Clearly I have a ways to go.[She walks gladly with Sans, picking up her things along the way.] Though I will admit, I hope you don't sleep in too dangerous of a place. I'd rather you not get hurt.