lifeaftr | I’ll take my throne, lay it on a mountain

Who: Our volunteer mountaineers
What: Two parties split up to scale the mountain from two sides, planning to meet at it’s peak. Shenanigans occur along the way.
When: September 13th to 16th
Where: Group 1: G3, H2, G2 || Group 2: F3, F2, G2
Warnings: Please note any warnings in your subject headers!

Word spreads quickly in a small community such as this. What was originally intended to be a small party turned into something much larger- and on the day Chara planned to leave for the mountain, it’s not one, but two parties that make off for it’s peak.

Group 1, led by Chara, moves off during the early hours of the morning, seeking to search the furthest part of the mountain by following the river upwards. The path is longer and more winding- however, they are unhampered in when they can travel.

Group 2, led by Ardyn, takes off after the sun has set- due to the needs of multiple members to avoid the sun’s harsh glare. Their route takes them up the closest side of the mountain, which provides an easier path- however, they may only travel whilst the sun is set.

OOC: Welcome to the mountaineering open post! Keep in mind the following;

♆ RNG was happily done blind by our wonderful Guzma mun, with our animals RNG'd by Wade Wilson's! Thank them both for all your misfortune.

♆ Prompts have been provided for each group below! Simply toplevel wherever you wish and treat this like a normal open post!

♆ Since each group will generally be in close contact with one another, consider asking others if you can threadjack here and there; nothing says team-building like being a nosy parker.

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That laughter is good to hear, warm, golden, like sitting in the first rays of morning as it chases off the cold of night. There aren't really nights like that here, not like at the castle, where there were sometimes nights so cold and clear the stars shone like bright chips of diamond and cloudier days might spit soft flakes of snow.

None of those ever smelled as musty as the snowfall of the village in the town where he and his brother lived, once.

Sans makes a show of shaking out his sock and shoe, putting each on in order.

"Wheelie," he repeats, with a chuckle. "Nice," he adds, and means it.

"What about you, kid? You ask 'em for anything?"

"Uh," Luna starts, brow scrunched together thoughtfully. "Oh! Yeah! I did! Wanna see?"

She pulls her bag from her shoulder-- the poor thing is worn already, a strange scroll sticking out of one side and the sound of small items clinking together echoing against the walls. The scroll is pulled out and unraveled slowly to a very slow moving constellation chart. It remains somewhat empty right now-- decorated with soft, meaningful dots to represent starts.

Despite it not having much on it, she seems very happy with it.

"It's a chart of the stars! I can see them from the islet where I live, through a hole in the ceiling...it's really nice to sleep underneath them. They were really bright back home! I-I...uh, I don't know much about them, though," she adds in with a little bit of a sheepish grin. "Just that I like them!"

Sans isn't sure what he expected. Something sentimental in ways he can't understand. Something like maybe a keepsake from a loving parent, or a stuffed toy. But his curiosity is piqued the moment she's pulling a roll of... paper? Or something like it from her worn rucksack.

As she unrolls the scroll, however, he knows immediately what he's looking at, even without her explanation.

He had a notebook full of little dots and scribbled observations of a night sky entirely different - and distant - from the one they see here, after the sun sets.

"..." Sans has forgotten all about putting back on his sock and shoe, dropping both to hobble closer, until he can kneel and press a searching hand on the chart. "Cool," he finally admits, understatedly awe-struck. "You like 'em, huh?" The skeleton asks, scrutinizing her, until he remembers that she must if she'd specifically requested this.

"Same," Sans admits, "They're really outta this world, heh heh."

He jokes, but...it came a little slower than his last couple jokes. His eyelights fixated on the map, she feels like he might enjoy this a lot more than he lets on. Or maybe he doesn't enjoy it at all, but this reaction is a little bit different, and it gives Luna a small, warm feeling.

"Do you like them?" Maybe the stars are really bright where Sans is from. Maybe he has a chart of his own. Maybe he's from space. Wouldn't that be amazing? Regardless, he's here now. She stands next to him and holds out the map as far as she can in front of both of them, pointing to a nameless, shapeless cluster of faded stars. Not enough to be a constellation.

"There's...not a whole lot right now," Luna admits, not trying to sound disappointed, but it can't help but leak out of her voice. She looks to him. "We might have to wait a while for something to show up-- but when it does! We'll be ready!"

"Yeah, what's not to like about such a stellar sight?"

Ok, ok, but seriously. Sans rests an arm across his bent knee, unable to peel his eyelights from the star map for longer than a few seconds, and that's only to have a gander at her expression. Judging her interest as sincere, he continues.

"Heh heh heh, you sound pretty excited about this. You want a stargazing buddy? My calendar's lookin' pretty clear these days."

It's always clear. Sans never keeps a calendar. Or a schedule. Not anymore, anyway. "For humans like you, you probably saw 'em every night. First time I saw a star wasn't 'til, well. Uh. Almost two years ago. Never gets old."

He can't just keep telling jokes like this-- she snorts at them and covers her mouth to hide the obnoxious sounding draw of air into her lungs that follows the funny little snort. When he offers himself as a star gazing buddy, Luna's eyes brighten even more, and she nods enthusiastically!

"Oh, of course!! Yeah, I'd love to have you along!! We'll have to find a good spot to look at them!"

He continues, and Luna sits down on the ground, holding the map out in front of her but looking at him. That's, uh, quite a confession of information. It's a little saddening. Couldn't see the sky? How do you not see the sky? She looks down in thought. Maybe he doesn't want to talk about it? Maybe he does?

"They're the best!" Luna agrees happily, spreading the paper out on the ground. "I'm glad you got to see them! Someone was telling me before that they don't have names here...maybe we can think up some really, uh..."

She pauses. Thinking...

"...star-tlingly cool names for them!?"

Ah??? Ah??? She looks so proud of herself!! That was a pretty good one!

I’ll take my throne, lay it on a mountain

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