saveourearth | Entries tagged with undertale: papyrus

Date: Monday, 20th of January
Characters: OPEN

It's been a bit over two weeks since the Numbered found the giant dormouse, and... nothing has happened. Everything's been quiet.

Until in the early morning hours of the 20th, every Numbered will find their doorbell ringing. Outside is either Mr Helpful or Mr Neutral, informing them that Mr Evil is making a move. When questioned, they say that they do not know what it is, but there is a lot of activity out at the sea forts and something seems to be moving in the ocean. Something bigger than normal.

About an hour later, at sunrise, a large wave hits the shore, and then minutes later a giant shark wearing the exact same uniform as Mr Evil (well, with the necessary adjustments to make it fit a shark) rises from the sea not too far away from the sea forts. It jumps up into the air, and it's just as well that high tide was an hour ago and not right now, and it wasn't very high to begin with today, because that makes a rather large wave crash against the beach. Not a tsunami, but it's big.

The shark then proceeds to head for the mouth of the river, and tips up, tail in the air head down. The water in the area quickly gets much, much muddier than normal, and the observer might come to the conclusion that the giant beast is digging.

[ooc: anyone who wishes to interact with the shark, go down into the tunnels, or otherwise needs mod input, please contact Kira-mod]

saveournpcs

Date: 4th of January 20, 3 hours after everyone came out of the cavesCharacters: OPEN

Three hours after everyone came out of the caves, an earthquake of the magnitude 5.7 shakes the echo boundary.

Up on the ruins, a single block from one of the lower walls gets dislocated and falls.

Down in the city and villages, things go a bit worse. A couple of sheds collapse, things fall over and off things, and some houses are left with cracks in their walls and might end up condemned. A number of telegraph poles fall over and a few on cars. There's three injured and no fatalities over all, and a few related car accidents because people got distracted that again go without fatalities.

...And, of course, the Media are back. The next day, the Sun titles "IS THERE A NEW CRACK IN THE EARTH'S CRUST??? Another earthquake strikes Mossgate 4 houses condemned, 10 admitted to hospital, powerlines down", but newspapers with more journalistic integrity send reporters as well.

Someone else is back, too - Numbered will see Mr Neutral, Mr Evil and Mr Helpful wander the streets.

saveournpcs

Date: 4th January 2020
Characters: OPEN

While Ben goes on an adventure, the mice comply with Walter's request and seek out all the Numbered, wherever they are at the moment, to lead them to an exit - which happens to come out at the highest point that they could have made the Numbered climb. Exercise is good for you?

Either way, the Numbered step out of a tunnel that is just big enough for an adult to find themselves behind a bush up at the ruins that sit on top of the Greens. Luckily, nobody is around as they step out in whatever groups that they found themselves in last.

And then the mice return into the tunnels and leave the Numbered to themselves.

...and as the Numbered who were down in the tunnels step out into the ruins, and a mouse squeaks good-bye at them, they'll receive an echo that makes them, or used to make their preincarnation, feel safe.

saveournpcs

Date: Saturday, 4.1.2020
Characters: OPEN

I.

It's midday when trouble seems to brew underfoot. Literally underfoot, in cases - wherever the Numbered are, they'll suddenly find dormice approaching them, running around their feet, in some cases up their legs, aiming to get their attention, and then running off - coming back again, running off once more in the same direction.

Trying to get the Numbered to FOLLOW.

II.

If Numbered decide to follow the mice, they'll be lead through the streets, fields, or whatever there is (in some cases, this might mean that the mice are trying to lead them through the military area aroudn the air base). Perhaps they'll run into other Numbered on the way - all mice seem to be leading those that they lead into the exact same direction.

III.

The direction of, it turns out, the tunnels under the cliffs. The mice will easily slip through the grates that bar the entries - the grates were made to keep humans out and let a tiny mice through easily. The Numbered, however... well, the grates were installed solid and sturdy to keep humans out. The mice will vanish in the tunnels and not come back.

spaghettimonster

Date: [December 26th (Text), December 31st/January 1st (Log)]
Characters: Network - [Russell's number], Log: Open]

Network: Open Invitation (Mostly)

[In the late hours of the 26th, around 9pm, an emoji-filled text message goes up courtesy of Russell typing his number into his phone again.]

I've decided we're having a party at the flat
If you can read this and your a friend
Or a friend of a friend
You're invited to celebrate the new year and decade

...if your name has 'evil' in it you're not invited

The rest of you! Come party!! 🎉⌛🎉

[There's more celebratory emoji at the end, starting with party poppers and confetti in place of a string of exclamation points, followed by various crossed-circle Nos and radioactive signs and villainous faces to emphasize his other point. Just in case an alien got this and chose to pretend he couldn't read it.]

Mingle: Quite A Normal Party

It all started as a normal, relaxing party idea. Russell's Christmas holidays turned out a little bit stressful, thanks to multiple visits to family where people expressed concern for him. Was money tight, some asked, was his new job not paying enough? Were the doctors sure he was in good health, others whispered in private asides? Well, just have another portion then, someone insisted at every house, and stay over for a big breakfast tomorrow. Reassuring family monopolized the three days, and come the night of the 26th he returned to the flat with every intention of not leaving for a week... but maybe, he mentioned to Walter, having friends visit instead.

So when Walter and Russell had the idea, and Russell posted to the network with a mostly-open invitation, they planned on a "normal" night of it; streaming normal movies, eating normal popcorn, trying to put the insanity of mice and sharks and everything else out of mind. Maybe that plan lasted for most of the days before New Year's Eve, or maybe it fell apart during the network chatter. Whenever it ended, it ended with Russell having second thoughts about the appeal of normalcy

After all, he might have said on the network but definitely said aloud, pacing up and down the hallway of the flat, talking whether he had an audience or not... they were none of them normal, and by now willingly so. After all, he emphasized, if any of them really couldn't bear what was happening, they could move! Some already had! Those still here, whether they admitted it or not, were accepting the strangeness. Choosing it. They might as well come out and say fuck it, we're strange, at least with each other.

(It isn't that simple for everyone, of course, between family obligations and financial limitations. But Russell has his biases.)

In the spirit of embracing it, by the time of the planned party, there's decorations all over the living room, kitchen, and washroom. Streamers and balloons of greens and yellows, grays and blacks, with cartoonish UFOs and aliens all over the place. An aesthetic like this all over. Some of them even say Happy Birthday, because in a manner of speaking it's a birthday for the planet, right? Or at least the calendar.

There's a decent spread of food between some home-cooked things and mostly some store-bought party platters, plus one plate meant more for the canine variety of people. And there's a Russell loitering around near the entrance, quick to open it and greet anyone who comes to visit - maybe even before they knock? (Walter may be giving him a head's up when people are coming).

[If your characters stop by the party, feel free to write top-levels for mingling with each other - this is meant as an open post for everyone! (Except Mr. Evil)]

lovedramamoron

So I was working on the dig some more, and I think I found something important.

ourearth

Date: 5th of October onward
Characters: OPEN

Starting on the 5th and until the end of October, the Numbered are being watched. By sharks. Very tiny sharks.

Those sharks pop up in every water surface that has a connection to a larger water network (in other words, they will primarily pop up in people's loos, but the tiniest ones of them will also flush out of taps when they're turn on, or even out of showerheads...).

But never fear, it's not a widespread issue: It only happens in houses and other places that Numbered live, study and work in - anywhere that they are very often, a shark might pop up.

bravelyplucked

Date: September 2
Characters: A number sans any other identification that is totally Torin

[...well. He's had that number rattling around in his head off and on for how long, and now he decides to make use of it? Torin is quite possibly late to the party. But he does, however, have a very important first question to ask of people after he's scribbled the number down on his notebook while having a morning cup of coffee in his office and after he's processed a bit of what's going on here.]

So what's your favorite dinosaur?

ourearth

Date: Friday, the 2nd of August - officially Saturday, the 10th (and unofficially Sunday, the 11th)
Characters: Open to all!

It is Mossgate's fifth season, and the the first signs come when the flag above the town hall showing the town coat of arms is removed and replaced with the bright and beautiful pride flag. Anticipation is high in the LGBT+ areas of town, and the traditional pride pre-parties take place in the LGBT+ venues on Friday and Saturday nights. Bunting starts to go up along the main streets of town, and volunteers are gathered for meetings and rehearsals. Any latecomers who still wish to volunteer are invited to turn up and make themselves known at this point (especially anyone with a valid first aid certificate!)

Pride officially opens on Sunday, with special free walking tours of the notable LGBT+ venues and sights around town twice a day, as well as open lectures at the universities featuring such topics as “What is a definition anyway: LGBT identities throughout the times” and “50 years and going strong: An overview of the situation of Pride parades worldwide”. Interested parties can sign up online using the local theatre's website, where they will also be able to browse the special LGBT+ program for the week (which, unfortunately, is not free, but those volunteering at any point over the week will be provided with two free tickets as one of their perks – either to be used alone for two events, or with a companion for one). The twice monthly LGBT+ book club is holding a special taster event on Wednesday evening, and the comic store is also holding special events each evening, focusing on a different LGBT+ character or author each night. Some of the religious institutions in the town are holding special LGBT affirmative services, and some are also holding drop in sessions. The RSPCA holds a pride themed dog show. Certain beauty stores, hair salons and barbers are holding trans-friendly sessions and workshops, some outside of normal working hours (although some are only accessible by signing up in advance). During the evening, there will be LGBT+ pub quizzes and special LGBT+ events up and down the high street. And, of course, plenty of other stores will also be taking advantage of the pink pound and the locals will notice the sudden influx of rainbow products, especially in the touristy shops along the beach front.

Something else starts showing up on Sunday and will be found around town the entire week of Pride: Parcels of various shapes, sizes and colours, some packaged like a present, some like regular postal items, some in entirely different ways. They just sit around in places where curious fingers might prod them, annoyed people might move them, or people might pick them up with the rest of the delivery unthinkigly. Essentially, they can be found anywhere, inside and out. They only have one thing in common: When touched, they explode into a cloud of glitter. And the glitter gets everywhere within a fifty metre radius if nothing (like a wall) stops it. The glitter bombs sitting around and waiting to explode seem to get neither less nor more. Those who can recognize Mr Neutral's scent will find it on the packages.

The other thing starts slowly and almost imperceptibly. All around town, things that break the light like thick glass, mirrors, sprayed water, and so on, will grow more likely to show a rainbow. Short rain showers will almost invariably leave one. All of this is still very natural until Thursday, when the strong, lingering, beautiful rainbow left after a rain shower portrays the colours light blue - baby pink - white - baby pink - light blue. By the time the main event rolls around, there is a ridiculous number of rainbows of all Pride flag colours everywhere, and the sky carries multiple rainbows of various identities' colours at the same time.

The main event, of course, being the pride parade, held from 11AM on Saturday the 10th. It starts at the town hall, progresses along the main beach front road and ends up at the Green from around 2PM. It's a massive event, equal to Brighton or Manchester, with plenty of floats and sponsors. All along the parade route, flags, bunting and ribbons float in the sea breeze and barriers have been placed to keep the audience from getting under the feet of the walkers, dancers, prancers and stompers that will make up a part of the parade's diverse make-up. The parade itself is made up of an interesting mix of local businesses and big name sponsors; the local walking society walking behind Absolut vodka, the WI walking ahead of Skittles, and the local scouts being proceeded by Stonewall and followed by the Conservative Party.

The Green has once again been set up with stalls for sponsors and local businesses, including charities like the RSPCA and the Samaritans. Those out for freebies won't be disappointed, with stickers, badges and sweets being handed out left, right and centre, especially by the representations of political parties who are doing their best to build some trust back up with the population. Because every Tory representative called out for increasingly ridiculous reasons, Mary Saunders had to take the Tory stand into her own hands and is brightly chatting with people about everything that is not national politics. The local reproductive health centre also has a stand, handing out condoms, dental dams, and advice.

A dance area and a DJ have been set up around the bandstand, and with several bars having build temporary extensions, the party will go on well into the night, although the parade officially ends at nightfall, when there is a fireworks display. After the fireworks, the Green is temporary cleared, and after it reopens, only those with ID proving themselves to be 18 are allowed back inside. There is, however, an alternative, alcohol free party held in the town hall for any ages.

Pride officially concludes on Sunday evening with the Kings and Queens ball, an extension by tradition that is held in the Hive. With the bar cleared out to make a second dance floor, there is a flamboyant tie dress code, (as long as it's smart and fabulous, you'll be welcomed), and while tickets generally sell out months in advance, Alexander keeps a few to one side for late comers, and volunteers are (again) provided with two as part of their package. When the bell finally tolls at 2AM, and the last partygoers are sent home, Mossgate will return to it's usual, quiet self (but the glitter will take some time to clean up completely).

[ooc: Everyone who comes in contact with the glitter can, but doesn't have to get a plot echo out of it.]

spaghettimonster

Date: mid-July - early-August (assuming nothing goes wrong)
Characters: OPEN

Beginning in mid-July, the riverside archaeology dig opens to the public. The Mossgate community is invited to come by and join the dig, taking on little plots to excavate - with instruction and supervision by those more experienced.

School groups and family days encourage children to come join in and learn something of history, maybe chancing to dig up old coins or stray bits of pottery. People attending university nearby might recognize Jane Astbury, head of the university and member of the archaeology department, but she doesn't stay to talk.

But most people are talking enough to make up for it. It's an exciting, slightly peculiar find. Stone age hillforts aren't unusual, but this one seems so close to the river that some of the ruins are likely in the river. A few theories go around - maybe the river was smaller back then, maybe the fort was designed in such a way to divert the river's flow, maybe the river once flowed in a different location altogether.

They don't have answers yet, but with your help they might unearth the truth here.

saveournpcs

Date: 2nd of July
Characters: Open

When the Numbered arrive at the ruins on the Greens on the 2nd, as Mr Helpful requested, there... really isn't much to see. Everything looks as normal, the reddish walls of the structure sitting there in the afternoon ...okay, not sun, but at least it isn't raining. There's just clouds.

Mr Helpful is standing in a spot protected by the ruins, looking out over the Channel, a dozen binoculars hung from his shoulders and neck, and waits.

vernal_miss

Date: June 20th (Video), June 22nd (Log)
Characters: Network wide, close CR (Log)

( To break up all the frustration and turn it into love )

saveournpcs

Date: June 7-9
Characters: Open!

Those who own/regularly look after a dog or cat might find their pet chasing something around.

Something small and fast and scurrying.

Something very crafty - nobody will find their cat or dog having caught it, but they'll find the pet trying to reach under a low space, into a wall cavity, and dog affiliated persons may even find the dog barking up a tree (or up at a high spot in the kitchen/living room/etc).

Investigate?

[ooc: Simply respond to this post, including the information of what the pet is and where they are.]

spaghettimonster

Date: May 25th
Characters: Russell Scordato, Benjiro Thorne, and their mutual aunts

This whole conversation is a long time coming, Russell has to quietly admit to himself. It's closing on a year since that aurora came and went, when something about the world changed... But the only times he's breathed an honest word about the strangeness he's been going through? All have been to other people who are caught up in the same thing.

Today, that's changing. As much as he'd like to keep putting it off, he can't justify doing so any longer. With Benjiro's disappearance last week, after the upset of telling his parents and getting disowned for it, Agatha and Rosemary deserve answers for what's going on. And... Russell can't, in good conscience, let Benjiro have that conversation alone. He shouldn't have to face that fear without the reminder that at least one relative isn't going anywhere, and... well, not least because what a teenager alone says might be less convincing than what a teenager and an adult say, compared to whatever his ex-parents decide to tell the aunts.

"It's a practice run," Russell mutters to himself, as the train pulls into the Moss Manor station. A test for how it feels to admit and reveal these things to family, in preparation for telling his own parents and siblings. Between that, and being here to support Benjiro, he should be able to ignore his fears that the aunts will react similarly - and break ties with them both.

warped_replica

Date: May 17th
Characters: Benjiro, Open to CR
( And I know that it’s not, but I have to believe that it is )

iamnotgod

Date: 5/5 early morning - recap runs through the month of April.
Characters: Walter Weekes and Assorted Persons
Warnings: Mentions of swearing, suicide, suicide ideation, and other dark thoughts.

( And other fucked-up feelings. )

ourearth

Date: Easter Sunday, aka the 21. of April
Characters: Open

Easter Sunday starts perfectly normal, and promises to stay so - a welcome relief from all the weirdness of the last few months.

Well.

Unless you own chicken or bunnies.

Because as it so happens, if you own one, you will now find yourself with an equal amount of the other. Children who keep a bunny wake up to a chicken having replaced it inside the cage, picking around with some confusion (not that it is hard to confuse chicken). Farmers who keep chicken will find a bunch of bunnies of varying sizes in the coops.

And out and about, wherever normally bunnies would be destroying lawns and more by burrowing into it, there are young chicks milling around, for the most part very surprised by encountering sun and lawn and fields.

[[ooc note: For those with fine noses who keep track: The scent found on bunnies and chicken doesn't belong to Mr Helpful or Mr Evil.]]

iamnotgod

Date: March 16th, 2019
Characters: Walter Weekes (whose Number I really should write out sometime...)

[Someone's making their own kind of test post, today. Following up on an idea:]

Excuse me, is this Mr. Neutral? This is Mr. Weekes.
We met at the museum reopening event two days ago, and I was interested in learning if you would like to meet up again. Perhaps for coffee?

[Is Walter seriously expecting a reply from the obscure never-gave-a-first-name Mr. Neutral? Not exactly. But if the man does reply, that would be very useful indeed.

Anyone else who responds to this post will get a reply sent directly to their Number (or via encrypted text), rather than through the Network.]

channingchanningchanning

I found him!

[LOOK! HE'S NOT YELLING THIS TIME!

...But apparently that has no positive impact on the amount of content that his contribution has.

It only makes him very smug.]

ourearth

Date: 31st of March
Characters: OPEN

It is Mother's Day, the temperatures are summery (the forecast promises a high of 19 degree), the sun is shining almost relentlessly, birds are singing, a mild sea breeze blows...

And all across the echo boundary, people are waking up on this beautiful Sunday. Probably an hour later than normal, unless they have to go to work, since daylight savings happened. Ew. They open their eyes, and it smells of flowers and tea and baked beans...

And something sits over their lap. Or butt, or hip, if they aren't back sleepers.

This something turns out to be a tray on which sit:

a hot cup of tea, a bowl of baked beans, a single slice of white toast and one burnt fried egg
an empty card
some cheap chocolate
a bouquet of flowers complete with a balloon reading Happy Mother's Day
either one of those three gift sets OR a shitty parfume.

Don't sit up too quickly in shock, the tea is really quite hot.

Now, whom does this happen to?

Well. Literally everyone who is more or less human. And yes, that includes three day old babies, eighty year old men, teenage boys, people in hospitals... everyone, really. And among the scents of flowers, food and beauty products, those with the right abilities will be able to scent someone familiar.

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Save Our Earth

New endings and old beginnings Part I [Mingle]

Thanks, Ben [Mingle]

Congregateeeeee [Mingle]

Run, run, follow me [Open Mingle]

The future's gonna be out of this world [Text / Mingle]

Network

It's shark week! ...shark month! SHARKNADO! Or something... [Mingle]

Important Questions [Text, Open]

More colours than you can shake a stick at, don't even try [Mingle]

Time is a river [Mingle]

Mysterious music plays in the background [Mingle]

Need a Little Sun [Video/Log]

A treat that wants to be no treat [NPC encounter]

Past Time For A Talk [Log]

Maybe It’s All Gonna Turn Out Alright [Log]

Hello, Impostor Syndrome!

Happy Easter! [Mingle]

[Audio] Leaving a Message at the Tone.

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Happy Mother's Day! [Mingle]

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