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[Sans nominally resides in a small two-bedroom apartment on the outskirts of Verens' usual Otherworlder housing district, but is pretty much never at home. Mail sent to that address is unlikely to ever see the light of day again. Mail sent to an Enforcers office with his name on has a marginally better chance of reaching him, if not of being read in a timely fashion. Mail sent to him via his brother had the best chance of all, but only while Papyrus was still around.
It's somewhat easier to track down him down in person: his current job involves patrol routes all over Verens, and when not frequenting diners or comfortable sunny benches he often even does it. He also turns up in Shaarnath from time to time - usually by himself, usually for the food. Still, he rarely shows up in the same place twice on a given day.
(Please include a rough IC date in thread headers, but otherwise go wild! No need to preplan.)]
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I'm being serious!! Was I a statue??
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[In other words, he didn't actually see it. But she could have deduced that already, since she didn't wake up with a dozen new fake moustaches.]
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Did... anything happen in the last month?
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[Still just a joke about how great it is to be lazy. More or less.]
...Here, knock yourself out. Just, less literally.
[Eventually, an image flashes up. It's some kind of bird's-eye-view schematic diagram of a bizarre mechanical array... with no labels, nor any other explanation. Look, she can just be glad he didn't have to fall back on his actual drawing skills for it.]
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[The line goes quiet for a bit, but the emotional wavelength is absolutely abuzz with curiosity, and determination, and effort, and... then, confusion and mild disappointment.]
What- What in the world is this? This is the second-most complicated machine I've ever seen. ... Even if I got close to it I'm not sure I could figure out its purpose, even if I sort of get the gist of what it's doing just from this.
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[He's gone back to being a statue, apparently. Machines were always more her thing than his.
Wait, one more thing.]
Oh yeah, and Papyrus got himself a new birthday. You know, since he left the old one underground. You missed that. [For shame. Sure, she doesn't even really directly know him, but Papyrus.]
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Uhhh... Wait, really? Do you two- Did you not know his birthday already??
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