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[astandupguy]

[No matter who you are or where you are, if you're walking around...just about anywhere on campus, you're likely to find a skeleton. However, what he'll be doing when you find him depends solely on the time of day.

Maybe you'll find him sleeping somewhere. Anywhere. Even places that don't make logical sense. As long as his body can fit, bam. Done deal.

Perhaps he's standing on a milk crate, holding onto a lint roller and cracking some absolutely terrible jokes to anyone who walks by.

Or he could have a booth set up. Looks kinda like the kind you'd see a sentry having. However, instead of guarding something...he's selling hot dogs? Or hot cats, if that's more your style.]

Comments

Standing on a milk crate please.

[golonghorns]

[....is that kid a skeleton.

sure. ok. why not. some kids were dogs. some kids were dragons. some kids were robots. this kid was a skeleton.

Seems Legit.]

Hey.

[Why was this, possibly dead, child holding a lint roller.]

Coming right up!

[astandupguy]

[Wow, he's not a kid. He's...

...

...old enough to call everyone else kid. Yeah. Your guess is as good as mine.]

* heya. something i can help you with?

Re: Coming right up!

[golonghorns]

Not sure.

[How did this skeleton talk and move. Did it even have vocal chords? Was this magic.]

I guess you're... magic or somethin'?

1/2

[astandupguy]

* no.

2/2

[astandupguy]

* i'm sans, actually.

Re: 2/2

[golonghorns]

Oh.

[Nope. Goes right over his head.]

I'm Joel.

....is that a costume or...? Are you really a skeleton kid?

[astandupguy]

[Tough crowd...]

* skeleton? yes. kid? nope.

[golonghorns]

[Well. One outta two ain't half bad. It ain't half good either but it is what it is.]

How are you... movin' around like that? And talkin' without any... you know. Throat. Esophagus. Whatever.

[astandupguy]

* tibia honest, i'm not really sure myself.

* it's just the way i've always been, ya know? though considering monster biology, it's probably magic.