Open RP Post

[prettypurpleparlor]

[An open space for any roleplay that doesn't fit elsewhere. Please feel free to check my permissions post, also located on this journal, for anything that might be an issue.]

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[voidster]

I doubt it. Now that I've been to real libraries, it seems to me that everything interesting has already been written about.

[prettypurpleparlor]

I don't know- judging by the fanfiction that Dr. Alphys keeps sending me, people are always finding new ideas.

[She pauses briefly and looks at him with a puzzled frown.]

Speaking of which, I don't suppose you have any idea how I wound up on her fanfiction mailing list? It's not that I don't enjoy five-thousand-word persuasive essays on which characters should be kissing, I just didn't think we were that close.

[voidster]

I don't think my writing would be very modern either.

...I have no idea. I'm not on it myself.

[THANK GOODNESS]

[prettypurpleparlor]

I've seen Shakespeare fanfiction. 'Modern' may not necessarily be what is required.

I considered asking to be removed, much the way one does with telemarketers, but I suspected it might lead to Captain Undyne coming down here and yelling at me, which can't possibly be good for business.

[voidster]

Written in the his style?

[One downside of sign language: names are tricky.]

Probably less trouble to delete those emails.

[prettypurpleparlor]

Some of them were.

[She smiles in resigned amusement.]

I believe so. Besides, she's actually a fairly decent writer.

[voidster]

Is she? Perhaps she should write something to publish.

[prettypurpleparlor]

On one hand, she probably could come up with a reasonably good novel.

On the other hand... publishing is, I am given to understand, an industry in which success is generally quite heavily linked to one's ability to socialize in ways useful for networking, take very large amounts of criticism, and tell people 'no' very firmly when disagreeing on important creative issues.

And this is Alphys we're talking about.

[voidster]

Harsher than monsters would be, I take it?

[And the muffin's gone too. Look at that--he was talking with his mouth full the whole time. Ha.]

She used to be more confident.

[prettypurpleparlor]

[The perks of being a skeleton monster.]

Noticeably so, yes- although I doubt she'd be willing to risk trying publication in a monstrous industry either, I have to admit.

[She looks briefly solemn.]

Of course, you'd know better than I would on that subject. I only saw... the aftereffects of that whole disaster. Everyone involved does seem to be doing better these days, thankfully.

[voidster]

[A sign language using skeleton monster, too.]

I know less than you might think, honestly. She didn't become the Royal Scientist until years after my disappearance.

[prettypurpleparlor]

True, but you do know her prior to her appointment to the position, which is certainly more than I do.

[voidster]

Somewhat. She did work with us for a year or two, until...

[He waves a hand. That. The incident. The one he refuses to really go into with most. But he's doing better than he was six months ago, when he could hardly walk a straight line.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

Mm.

[Muffet nods in understanding and doesn't request that he elaborate. It's his business, he doesn't have to talk about it if he doesn't want to.]

Quite skilled at the work, I'd imagine.

[voidster]

She is. Anything to do with robotics or computer programming is second nature to her... and like pulling teeth for me.

[prettypurpleparlor]

Well, we all have our specialties. I do quite well with chemistry and mathematics- rather by necessity, given my profession- but computer programming and your particular brand of physics are both closed books to me.

Closed, and also probably written in wingdings.

[voidster]

There are some written in plain English, but they've left magic out of the equations... for obvious reasons. Someone may correct them someday.

[prettypurpleparlor]

[She smiles and asks wryly:]

And has that someone not done so yet because he's currently frantically trying to catch up on absolutely everything?

[voidster]

[Everything he wrote in the past was erased. Ha. Ha.]

I enjoy it.

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Welp, that's horrible.]

It does sound like a very engaging pastime, provided you remember to take breaks for meals occasionally.

[voidster]

[Holy deja vu.]

I just ate, as a matter of fact.

[And he clicks a bone finger against the plate, teasingly.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

A fact which delights me beyond measure, I assure you.

[voidster]

I wonder what makes you think I wouldn't?

[prettypurpleparlor]

I've heard stories. Mostly from Sans, because he's figured out that being sufficiently amusing can sometimes get him a discount.

[voidster]

Does that only work for him?