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[prettypurpleparlor]

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[voidster]

[Breakfast at the one and only monster-run coffee shop, now that they've established themselves on the surface! Because he can do a lot of things well, but cooking is not one of them... and who makes fresh donuts at home, anyway?

So here's the old formerly retconned-out-of-the-world one eyed skeleton, come to make her day more... something. Literally a teeny tiny bit richer, if nothing else?]

Good morning.

::::) <3

[prettypurpleparlor]

[She certainly doesn't object to that.]

Hello, doctor. What are you in the mood for today?

[Muffet turns around to greet him with a smile, already holding a pot of fresh coffee. That part of his order never changes, but what pastry she can cajole him into buying varies.]

;D

[voidster]

[Why keep calling him that? He's the former Royal Scientist, and there's no kingdom these days, really. No need for royal anythings.]

A muffin?

Re: ;D

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Well, even if he doesn't have the position anymore, he did still earn a doctorate. Besides, she likes to be polite.]

What flavor? Today we've got cranberry-orange, lemon-strawberry poppyseed, chocolate walnut, oatmeal blueberry, and lime spider.

[Look.]

[The Surface is a big, new world with lots of flavors she never had access to before, okay?]

[And Muffet fully intends to use all of them.]

[voidster]

[As well as that old, unique one. Pray no humans ever visit... and ask if it's really spider.]

Blueberry.

[Blueberries are neat.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[She smiles cheerfully, and gestures at a little coffee table in the corner by the window with a pair of tasteful but comfy armchairs open.]

Blueberry it is. Sit down and I'll be right with you.

[Muffet walks over to the counter, where she pours the coffee into a prettily-decorated porcelain cup and retrieves a nicely-warm oatmeal blueberry muffin from the hot fridge.

(Thanks Alphys, you've contributed great things to culinary science.)

She puts them both on a plate and turns back to Gaster, calling over:]

Anything else?

[voidster]

Thank you.

[And then, about half a minute later: just a quick shake of his head, before he goes back to his phone, already settled into one of the chairs. Probably reading, since he's not typing anything--and if anyone in this world actually knew him, no one would be surprised he can't sit and be idle for one second. Far too much to the surface for that.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[She brings the plate over and sets it down in front of him.]

Here you are, dearie.

[Seeing that there aren't any other customers in the store at the moment- it's been kind of a slow day, lots of rain leaving people reluctant to walk over for a pastry- she sits down in the other chair to take a momentary break.]

[voidster]

Wonderful.

[Being waited on. How nice. Life certainly is much better for him in the last six months than it was before, isn't it?

It may be raining outside, but he's perfectly dry and he isn't carrying an umbrella. He sips at the coffee, magic hands not being called on yet, and seems to raise a brow (bone?) at her. Something she wants?]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[She smiles and leans back in the chair casually, giving him a wink.]

Just resting my feet for a bit. After all, unlike some of my cousins, I've only got the two of them.

[Although the total amount of limbs always seems to add up to eight, which amount of a spider monster's limbs turn out to be legs versus the amount that turn out to be arms tends to vary wildly.

It's a bit like the chances of inheriting a particular hair color for humans- you can have a good guess based on your family tree, but there's always the possibility of getting that one shade of blonde that hasn't popped up for three generations instead of either of your parent's hair colors.]

[voidster]

On the other hand, I suppose you trip about half as often as they do.

[Haha.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

You'd think that, but no. Maybe I should wear boots with shorter heels.

[...Nah. One has to make sacrifices for fashion.]

[voidster]

[Pfft, boots. Real fashion is long swishy things, like black labcoats.

...Not that he's wearing one anymore.]

Maybe you should.

the ancient role reversal thing

[voidster]

Scavenging's not going very well today, not at all. He hasn't found anything interesting or useful and now he's been forced to flee... sort of. Is it really fleeing if one isn't actually running? He's just leaving, that's all, because he knows there are hidden cameras around here watching--he's found a couple and there are bound to be more that he hasn't.

So all Royal Scientist Alphys will see later on her secret surveillance cameras later is the one and only skeleton monster walking back towards Hotland. Not running. Wishing the earth would open up and swallow him whole. Because the Royal Scientist is there at the dump too, and he's absolutely convinced she thinks he's an idiot. She's good with computers, scarily good, and she could surely trace that anonymous message he left, and then laugh at all his silly ideas. That's likely what happened, since she never answered.

No convenient sinkhole appears to gobble him up. Instead there's... a door. A pretty crystal door that wasn't in the wall here an hour ago.

A more sensible monster would knock first, or listen at it, or keep on walking. Not this idiot. He stares blankly for a few moments, then turns the knob and goes right in. It's not even locked, so he can't be blamed for being snoopy!

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Strands on a web... (a web that is not a web because it is not, it is a nothing-thing in a nothing-place) the weaver waits in the center (but there is not center because there is no weaver, she is not and cannot have ever been, there is no room for her in the design)... an anchor of (not) silk to hold things in (no) place, but also a delicate warning system, alerting the weaver to the arrival of anyone in the place that cannot be found.]

[A number ticks over. A thread snaps.]

[A set of five eyes opens, observing the little monster standing in the space that would have been right in front of the door, if a door had ever been there. But there hadn't been. There was only a bare wall, in this strange and misty room.]

[Most of this place seems to blur away into a strange, pale gold mist, so light as to almost be no color at all. There must be a floor, for the little monster stands on something solid, but whatever he stands on is not visible, covered by the mist, as are the walls and ceiling.]

[The little skeleton is one of a handful of solid things, clearly defined, in this place.]

[The other solid things appear to be, in no particular order, a pair of elegantly high-backed chairs, a delicately lovely-looking table made of wrought iron and clear crystal, an appetizing-looking tea spread on the table, and the head and torso of the neatly-dressed woman sitting in one of the chairs.]

[Below the torso and in the halo of her hair, she seems to trail off insubstantially, into a much darker version of the mist around her, black smoke against the gold.]

[She smiles politely, greeting him.]

[voidster]

[This odd place with no edges seems both right and wrong to him, like he belongs here. And like she doesn't. He catches himself before he blurts out 'you're not supposed to be here' at the spiderghost lady, fortunately. Because it wouldn't make this day any less painfully embarrassing, blundering into some movie set in progress and yelling eerie incomprehensible things at one of the actors.

(At least he's still taller than her.)]

Sorry.

[...which probably looks like him rubbing his ribcage for no reason. Yeah, today's going great.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Sorry, but she's an ageless being of unreality, you're still a little thing to her no matter how much taller than her physical form you are. She tilts her head to one side, looking gently amused.]

Apology accepted.

[Her voice seems to come from all around them, a sweet and sourcless whispering. At... least she understands sign language?]

[voidster]

[Very very rare that he's so young, on this date. Or still solid and real at all.

Those are some very cool special effects going on. It's probably MTT and the Royal Scientist's doing. Nice that she understands at least one word though. Maybe more, but that would be getting ahead of himself.]

I'll go.

[Which he turns to do, and--

There's no door. It's gone. And he thought he was panicking internally before.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

I'm afraid it comes and goes.

[She gestures idly with one hand, indicating the space where there's no longer and never has been a door.]

That is to say, once it comes back, you can go. Until then, would you like to sit and talk a while?

[She does miss having the opportunity for a decent conversation, these days. Probably a door will begin to exist again soon enough, anyway.]

[voidster]

[...well, alright. Really inconvenient, doors that do that. So fast, too, she would have hardly had any time to leave.]

How long does it usually take?

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Her uppermost pair of arms moves in a delicate shrug.]

Time can be a tad strange, here. But I doubt it will be terribly long.

[He'll be able to leave soon enough, anyway. For her, that's a more... complicated prospect.]

[voidster]

[He takes a seat at the terribly fancy table, finally. So, so many questions.]

Do you live here?

[What kind of person would find an inconstant room like this and move in? Or have it made and... again, move in?]

[prettypurpleparlor]

In a manner of speaking. I've been here for some time, in any case.

[She sips delicately at her tea, and indicates the tray with a wave of her hand.]

You're welcome to the pastries. Do you take cream or sugar with your tea?

[voidster]

[He'd rather keep pestering her with questions than drink some (probably undercaffeinated) tea, but... alright.]

No. Thank you.

Did you build this place?

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Well, there's no reason he can't do both.]

Built is perhaps not the correct word. But I am the reason that it is here. Or anywhere.

[Being cryptic is fun. ::::D]