[Oh look a homeless person-

Oh no wait it's just Sans. Just Sans, showing his face for the first time in God knows when, with a home made eye patch wrapped around his skull.

He's not entirely sure what to make of what he woke up to yesterday, and after a lot of thoughtful staring into the mirror, he's finally made himself care.

Just enough to walk to the local pharmacy for a real eye patch. One that's not made out of duct tape and ketchup labels.

Look. Look. Any port in a storm.

Don't look twice at the clearly a skeleton in a gross hoodie slouching his way down the street towards the corner store, he's certainly not paying attention to anyone else around him]

[S'up, network? It's the resident shit child, who's face looks a bit more rosy than usual. But then again they are outside... somewhere, with their eyes closed and in one of the sweaters they got for Christmas. Which makes Chara look a little more like a much nicer kid than them, until they open one red eye and let out a sigh.]

Fine, fine. [Muttered to themselves as they start to stand up, and how the device is moved while they do that shows that... They have somehow gotten into ye old abandoned amusement park Happy Heights.

But that is changed when it goes back to showing Chara's face.]

I got two questions for you all today. The first one is, what the hell is up with this place? The amusement park in Attleton I mean.

[A pause, as they bring a hand up to blow on to warm it and the lower half of their face up.]

The second question is well. Which hospital is the best for getting a tetanus shot from?

( Action and a locked Message to Sans the Skeleton )

Who: Django of the Dead and YOU
What: Django is trying to make money. Give him money. Or just talk to him.
When: 1/6/2018-1/9/2018
Where: 4th Street Park -Genessia City
Warnings: Evil Skeleton trying to pretend at being good
Notes: Just name a time and date. He'll be playing for the three days straight

( Let me play you the song of my people )

...

hey.

do these phones come with games.

havin' a hard time sleeping, need something to do in the meantime.

[y'know, between naps]

hey.

anyone know where i can find a decent laundromat.

i'd look it up but... i don't wanna.

[Yeah that's as in depth as this post gets. As far as Sans goes, the skeleton is actually outside for goddamn once. Maybe it's because it's just starting to get cool enough to actually wear that stupid filthy hoodie.

The state of the thing really sort of indicates why he'd be in such dire need of a washing machine, it almost looks like its the only actual outfit he owns.

To his credit, he's even lazily dragging along a detergent container that might be half the size he is in a small red wagon.

No, we're prepared today, as you can see. Gonna definitely clean something]

Being a burden to Sans, in any capacity, is the last thing on earth Ted wants to do. However, hiding the truth wasn't much better. "What they don't know won't hurt them" is a superficially true, if amoral maxim. But Ted's very insistent, overactive conscience wouldn't let this go on indefinitely. He has a burning need to apologize, and that overpowered the contrary desire to make Sans as pleased and happy as he could, if only because Ted didn't quite allow those things last time.

Still, even if they've forgotten, that's not quite the same as forgiving, is it? Reluctantly, he rang up Sans. He hopes he's doing the right thing.

"Sans? Hello? It's, ah, me. Ted, I mean. Are you, ah, settling in all right? Got a decent place to stay?"

He'd go on with meaningless small talk for a while.

"Sorry to bother you like this, Sans, but may we talk, for a while? There's something I've been meaning to tell you. It's not...quite pleasant, but I think it's necessary. I won't insist on it of course, but if you've time enough..."

He trailed off. He'd be genuinely surprised to be refused; after all. he'd never known Sans to deny permission for anything.

Who: Black Jack and YOU [aka open log]
What: New arrival
When: August 20th
Where: The Bay - Genessia City
Warnings: Grumpy patchwork luddite of a man.

Waking up with a hazy memory of what happened before he awoke in such a situation was not a new sensation for Black Jack, the man has been kidnapped before just so some unsavory types could use his skills. The waking up in some kind of coffin in the middle of a lake (pond? large puddle?) though? That was new. And at least whoever had done this was nice enough to keep his tools of the trade that are in his coat and his doctor's bag, so Black Jack could hardly be very angry at this situation.

Oh sure, he was annoyed. More so after having read the pamphlet, ignoring the cell phone and finding the hologram of a young woman explaining things. Which he did listen to completely, before heading out into the city proper. And while usually he would stand out, wearing all black and a heavy coat in August tended to get him stares back home, that probably doesn't apply to Genessia.

But hey, he's not above asking for help. Especially since he doesn't know anything about this city, so either he'll approach someone to ask directions or perhaps the sight of him catches someone's attention. Either way, he's not using the phone to say look things up or communicate with the community at large. Even if that would be simpler.

 What's this?

*There's only another second before Jack figures out the video function, and there he appears on screen - the most pleasant skellington you've ever seen. Or, yes, just a skellington man, who is seemingly quite animated*

Ah hello, people of Genessia Town! What a charming place this is, and what a pleasant introduction! The technology here is really quite something, isn't it? If only I had the time to examine it all! I would very much be interested in speaking with someone who can explain all these clever...mechanisms.

[Action - Various Places in Genessia]

Jack has never been to a place like this, has never been surrounded by so many things he doesn't understand. Not since his visit to Christmas Town. He can be found in various shops or cafes, picking things up in wonder, or else pressing himself against windows to peer into homes, offices, any kind of building, all with bright curiosity on his face.

so.

i guess you can actually sleep for a month.

I mean this kinda wasn't an intentional experiment but just in case anyone was wondering.

sleeping for a month is actually totally feasible.

[Just add crippling depression!]

thanks for not burying me, i actually appreciate it.

Pitch black darkness will appear on everyone's screen for several long seconds and then..... From out of the darkness, will come a face both terrible to gaze upon yet  too mesmerizing to turn away from.  The hooded robe of midnight that made the figure seem a part of the darkness. The pasty white skin of the face filled with deep, almost scar-like  wrinkles caused by more then old age. The yellow eyes that seems to bore into the viewers as if they see every thought  of their audience. . One could easily think that was perhaps Death himself.

.... hey.

[Pretty calm sounding voice. Nice and low, got a bit of a sleepy tone to it.]

don't know how many people can hear this.

raise your hand if you know what the underground is.

[It's a simple, lazy, not fully fleshed out request in the slightest, and he doesn't elaborate.

In one of the parks in Genessia, he's taken a seat on a bench, pleasantly surprised, he supposes, that no human has panicked at the sight of him. Things don't make sense anymore, so hey why not this? May as well be this.

He doesn't really have any energy to be concerned about it anymore.

Instead, the small, pudgy skeleton dangles his feet from the bench, the glowing pinpoints of light in his skull casually following one or two people about the park as they pass him.

Maybe... he could just... lay down.

Right here.]

( Alter ego introspection )
***

[The voice is cloyingly sweet, somewhere between Mickey Mouse and Steve from Blue's Clues. Just barely adult, yet saccharine.]

"Hiya guys! What I'm about ta say might not be appropriate for young audiences, so be advised!

All righty then! So, ya may have heard about all the trouble going on in Everglade right now. Just when ya thought things couldn't get any worse! Fai blames the mayor. Welp! I'm here to set the record straight.

It all started way back in January when Dracula, that dumb ol' vampire hanging out in Everglade, used the mayor as a stooge, and made it so ya could kill humans after sunset! Wow! Pretty evil, huh? Now, even though both Guardian Fai and David figured this out from the get-go, they didn't really do anything about it. Why not? Beats me! There's some baloney out there about how murder is A-OK so long as it powers the barrier or fills your tummy. Talk about rotten!

Fast forward through a whole half year of legalized murder, and not much has changed. The curfew is lifted, but humans can still be hunted same as always. Second verse, same as the first. And just like before, there's some funny business with that poor old mayor. Now, he's probably not that great a guy, since Everglade's pretty lousy with crime even on a good day. But still! That video of his was mighty suspicious! Someone's obviously up to no good and putting the screws on 'im. The real blame should go to the people that put him up to it, and the people that shoulda' fixed things from the start.

Welp, if the city's own Guardian won't do anything, I guess that means it's up to us! All right, enough of the doom 'n gloom. Time for the real reason for this video:

Hello! Pleased to meetcha! I'm Everglade's newest vigilante, and I can't wait to meet the good guys and beat the bad guys! And boy are there a bunch to beat! Ya may have heard in the news that they just released a whole bunch of 'em from the pokey. Surprise surprise, they haven't learned a thing. So much for prison reform!

Thing is, even when I try my hardest, I just can't get 'em all by myself. That's where you guys come in! I'm puttin' out the call for anybody and everybody who can lend a hand and keep Everglade safe and sound. There's a lotta criminals out there, and the poor city's really feelin' the hurt! So if you've got what it takes, Everglade could sure use a whole lotta' giving!

But hey, even if you're not some crime-fighting, bounty-hunting big shot, there's still plenty of stuff you can do to lend a hand! Window washing, bartending, even cleaning the gutters! There's something for everybody.

Welp, time to head back in there! Before I go, a great big thank you to all the awesome people who've been helping out lately! You guys are seriously the coolest and I want all your autographs yesterday!

Ace D. Portgas, for taking care of that no-good ritual sacrificer
Mr. Gold and Toby for putting those whispers to bed
Toby & Jeff for putting out the fireman
Danny & Cipher for taking down some of those nutty triplets (maybe go a little easier next time, geez!)
And last but not least, Namur for taking on not one but two bounties all by his lonesome! Wow! I hope some day I'm as good as him!

Golly! I'm inspired just looking at all these amazing people! And hey, if ya ever need help with anything, I'm only a call or a text away. Wish Everglade lots of luck, cause boy is it gonna need it! Until next time, good night, and stay safe!"

[VIDEO]

[ The first thing, the video feed shows is a face as white as bleached bone with jet black lips and eyes that are cold crimson pools that seem to bore into anyone watching this. It slowly pulls away to reveal just how alien the figure is The round dome-like head with the large shiny purple spot on the top of it like a crown. The cup-like protrusions for ears and the sleek yet muscular body complete with a long lizard tail that waves idly back and froth.

Several seconds pass in silence as the being who bears more than a slight resemblance to a certain Psychic Pokemon here contemplates his unseen audience with smug amusement, until at last he finally speaks. The voice is pleasant, soft-spoken and cultured, yet there is a sense of deep malice behind every word.]

Greetings to all the people of this world, I am Lord Freeza, the most powerful being in all existence. I was in the middle of something rather important before I abruptly found myself here... Not that I mind really, it only prolongs the inevitable for that Monkey and his Earthlings. Besides my conquering skills could use a bit of reinvigorating what with being dead for some 15 years or more.

So as of this moment, I'm the new management here and my word is law. I take it none of you have a problem with that, do you? Because if you do, please feel free to speak up.

I'd like to get the executions all done at once.

[Action]
[ You are in Nova City for whatever reason minding your own business, when a pale androgynous lizard man floats down out of the skies to land in front of you.]

Could you be ever so kind as to direct me to the current location of one Miss Weiss Schnee, writer of the introductory guide to this place and current ruler of this city? I'm here to replace her...

[His flicking prehensile tail smacks the concrete ground and makes a deep hole in it for emphasis.]

[When the feed clicks on, he can be seen standing in the middle of Attleton's Colosseum, much to the annoyance of the spectators and assembled fighters.]

I have gone far too long without a decent challenge. As such, I have decided that I will not leave the Colosseum until that need is satiated. This is an open challenge to any and all who wish to test their mettle, come find me, and I will engage any who step into this arena. Be warned, however. I will not hold back. I intend to exercise my power to the absolute fullest for the first time since setting foot in this place.