you're going to be amazing

[At first, all you can see is blue before the gleaming light dims, reduced to staining the whole image like a filter. Sans stares wide-eyed at his bracer. It's not entirely clear he's aware he turned it on. His left eye flickers blue and, thanks to all the magic leaking, aqua-tinted yellow. Sans scrubs at his eye sockets. Is he crying? He seems as surprised by this as anyone watching might be. From the angle, it's clear Sans is on the ground. His liveriverer orb floats passively in the background.

Sluggishly, he seems to remember that his bracer is on, and looks back down at it.]

That show--I can't remember, but--You can't go. Stop working there. "Don't forget me", someone said that. I can't, I can't focus.

[Monsters are very sensitive to emotions. Sans is no different. His voice changes. One after the other, like reading off a list, he explains himself as dispassionately as possible. His voice still quivers.]

I went to the Night Show. To record it. I did record it. Didn't remember anything when I actually got out of the show, so I tried to watch the video. Passed out on the floor. That kind of emotion--that's, that's toxic. It's violent.

I don't think I remember-- [No. He's still recording. Focus, Sans.]

Listen to me: don't go to the Night Show.

[The username is da Vinci's, but the face being broadcast is a Roland's - furry, cute, and beary. Could it be that she's doing a promotion with the mascot? Actually, where is da Vinci?]

This is da Vinci.

[That voice - though it's wrung of its usual enthusiasm, it's indisputably hers. Her stitched mouth curls up into a smile despite her situation, small but there.]

I don't recommend casting any spells on the Rolands. It may backfire on you like it did with me. [She sighs but quickly covers up that moment of weakness with:] Take me seriously, okay! Walking around with these stubby legs isn't fun... I have to work myself to the bone to get anywhere.

[... she rests her face on her soft paw.]

There's something wrong with this park. If you've seen or experienced anything strange, let's talk about it.

(ooc: da vinci's madness manifests as paranoia and hallucinations, so some of the information she gives might not be accurate \o/)

[Here's Mista, looking disoriented and a little dead inside, freaked out, but most notably? Pissed. Yeah, we've arrived at pissed. There's a smear of blood on his throat, alongside a few scattered and sluggishly bleeding puncture wounds. If you think this is a request for a heal, boy, do you have another think coming.]

Hey. [Guess who has two thumbs and a voice that sounds like shit right now—] Stylosa's here. Some of you guys don't know her, she's from back in Vista Virs, found her way here somehow, don't know how. She's not able to tell me right now. So her and Matthew and who knows who else. That's not the point right now.

[He holds a flyer up to his bracer. It's wrinkled, with some smears and bloodstains on it, but it very clearly advertises The Night Show, 9-midnight.]

She's stuck. She's stuck and out of her mind and can't even tell me what the hell's going on. She was tryin' real hard to tell me how I can help her get out of here, but this was the best I got. "Go here. Be careful." So I'm going. If anybody else wants to help, I'll take two people maximu—

[His face . . . twitches a little. And again. He taps his fingers, one two three, and breathes in.]

No more than three, including me. 'S not safe. As for the rest of you, if you got any ideas on what I might be walking into, I'm all ears.


( ooc; inclusion on the roll/stylosaquest is basically first-come-first-serve, i don't have any plans oocly for this so i figured i'd open it to all! )

ok so

[Attached is a picture of a box.]

this is in the mayor's house. bread says whatever the mayor keeps in there, he keeps it on his person like all the time.

next thing: this whole tree situation is transmutation (thanks castille) and according to the library up on the moon that can wear off when you use it to turn things into other stuff so we might want to make sure this tree isn't gonna shrink with everybody still on it. but maybe not idk.

anyone know anything else?

[Also, anyone who has met Sans long enough to get a feel for his laziness, be surprised, maybe? Or not. But feel free to use this post to share info ICly!]