there are THREE skeletons here [closed]

[vagabone]

Who: Héctor, Papyrus, and Keith
What: Exploring F3!
When: September 11th
Where: Nuidan, F3
Warnings: None as of yet.

[This island is so much better than the last, isn't it? It's a pretty pleasant day, about as good as it can get in their situation. A nice stroll through all these fruit trees.

He's brought almost all his things with him, which... isn't much, honestly, after two months spent here. Backpack, knife, flare gun (on the off chance anything on Nuidan is dangerous), and the extra t-shirts jammed in there so it can become a pillow, if he doesn't feel like walking all the way back. Three weeks on, and he's still wearing the llama shirt. The other guys might need food or water--he doesn't and so he hasn't brought any supplies with him.

And if there's a leader in this group, it's not this guy. He's happy enough to ramble along and... ramble. (Sorry not sorry, Keith.)]

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[fontofkindness]

[ Guess who's ALSO happy to ramble and ramble? That's right, this guy. Did you miss the exciting tag team of not one but two extra talkative skeletons, Keith? Because whether you miss them or not, they're here now.

Papyrus has gained new clothes from his foray through the clothes pile and looks distinctly kitschy in a punk-goth kind of way. A jacket with spikes on it and a t-shirt with flames on it and pants that ALSO have flames on them? (His boots: are actually fairly plain and serviceable.) It's not ideal exploration wear, but he's doing totally fine and is as chipper as ever.

So chipper that he's practically skipping along, in fact. ]

Wowie, this place sure is colourful! [ Papyrus is practically burning to be busy, and this island is CATERING DIRECTLY TO HIM. ] All the seasons at once sure is great!

[ One season is great. Four is SUPER GREAT?? ]

[thermalwind]

[He hasn't missed chatter hour. Out of the three of them, Keith is the most dressed for exploration. He'd pulled on his white and red Paladin armor with his Bayard on his hip and Marmora blade strapped to the small of his back.

He doesn't look like he had last time he'd been around them. He's visibly older with a scar cutting across one side of his face. Keith scans the area around them with a critical eye and relaxes a hair.] It's interesting. And with what we've seen so far I guess it makes sense. There's always some kind of work to be done in every season.

[vagabone]

[That sure is a lot of fire, Papyrus. He'll have to call the guy 'hot stuff' later on and probably get screamed at. (Poor Papyrus, stuck with a different trashy skeleton who makes the worst jokes.)

It's all very nice and pretty and not at all like the land of the dead, where no plants grow. Not like the jungle either, this is much easier to travel through.]

Yeah, and that dog doesn't have any hands. No wonder they're losing it.

[Poor little Harv.]

[fontofkindness]

[ It's fine, he's used to it. (And he deserves it for dressing the way he does, anyway, he should know better than to give people JOKE AVENUES by this point.) ]

Dogs can do plenty of things without hands! [ Sure, dude. ] But there's only so much one person can do!! Even I, the great Papyrus, know that there's limits!!

[ Possibly from experience but LISTEN, IT'S FINE, HE NEVER SLEEPS, HE'S ALL GOOD.

He scans the horizon as he runs and is quick to spot the silhouettes of the silos looming in the distance. ]

Those look like storage! We should go see if there's anything inside!

[ Well

at least he's enthusiastic ]

[thermalwind]

Approach them slo- [And there he goes. Keith sighs, this is his lot in life. He glances at Hector with a raised eyebrow.]

Probably should keep up with him. He's...not wrong though a lot of alien species don't have hands and still get a lot done. But in this case, it might be what the god represents that helps them.

[He looks to the silos and picks up speed, putting himself into an easy jog.] Come on, let's make sure he doesn't get hurt.

[vagabone]

Hey! Wait up! ...Or don't.

[He looks right back at Keith with a sheepish, apologetic sort of grin. Oh, that wacky skeleton!!]

That guy never sleeps, I swear. He's nuts.

[And he can, apparently, die as easily as a living human. Maybe even easier. A skeleton who might turn to dust from something as simple as falling down the stairs--it's unnerving. He definitely doesn't want to see that happen to Papyrus the Great.

So he's scrambling to catch up!]

Harv's a harvest god, right. [...This would be obvious if he spoke any English.] Aliens, huh?

[fontofkindness]

[ Papyrus isn't running that far ahead - it's not nice to leave people in the dust - but it's enough that his two companions have to put in some work to keep up with him. He can take some awfully long strides, after all.

He does stop at the 'hey wait', though, mercifully, though he sort of bounces in place, clearly excited to go and investigate things.

He also completely missed the alien conversation so he has no idea what you two are talking about. He seems faintly worried, actually. ]

Something wrong??

[thermalwind]

Nothing's wrong. I just think we should stick together. We don't know what we'll encounter.

[He smiles a bit to reassure him. No need to be worried, he's just making sure they complete their goals. Keith nods to Hector and looks to the distance.]

That does look like some kind of storage. Since Harv's a harvest god...what do you think could be stored in there?

[vagabone]

[It could be full of plucked out eyeballs, and other body parts, or something else horrifying in proper Enso style... or it could just be grain. Harv seems like a good dog, after all.]

Wheat? Corn? Maybe nothing, maybe we're supposed to fill it up.

[...Somehow.]

[fontofkindness]

[ Papyrus nods and slows down a bit. Even as gung-ho as he is, it makes sense.

(It makes sense not to be alone, too.) ]

Looks like it's been a long while! Might not be anything left in there! Human food doesn't last as long as monster food does, right??

[ He says this like he has little idea of what an expiry date is, though...

honestly no he knows what an expiry date is he's actually halfway kidding on this one, but he says it so sincerely that it's almost impossible to tell. ]

So maybe we are supposed to fill it up!

[thermalwind]

That sounds about right. ...and that depends on what it is. Meat can be salted or smoked, or dried to make it last a lot longer. Grains, I'm not sure. I don't remember.

[He motions for the group to keep going and smoothly takes the lead. If they need a shield he can be that and fend off anything nasty.]

Anyway if they need to be filled up. Whatever we need to fill it up with can't be far.

[vagabone]

They get cooked and dried out like anything else. Hey, how do you make 'monster food', anyway?

[Was this goof a farmer once?? How mysterious. He's going, he's going, he's keeping up and not stopping again.]

Let's hope not.

[fontofkindness]

....Monsters make it?? [ And, perhaps feeling as if this explanation isn't sufficient: ] It's a magic thing!

[ Sorry, that's about as much as you're going to get. He's never particularly bothered himself about that aspect of monster life. ]

Humans sure need to do a lot of work to keep everything running! [ As they walk and talk, they've come to the silos, and he looks up at one thoughtfully, seeing an absence of entrance and also a ladder. ] So!! How does this work??

[ He'd just...go...but he's slowing down as a courtesy. ]

[thermalwind]

[Keith squints at the silos and puts his hands on his hips. He never handled them before.]

...I have no idea. We moved beyond this in my time. And I was more focused on hover bikes and aircraft before I left Earth.

[vagabone]

[That... doesn't look right. How are they supposed to get inside and fill it up? He stares up at it like the other two, scratching his chin.]

Looks like we'll have to ask the dog... or rig something up ourselves.