lostcarnival | ⇨ THE REALM OF DREAMS

⇨ SEE ME ROLLIN (WARDEN PATROL)
During the day, Sans is at his laziest, it seems. He only arrives in public areas in the late morning, and usually ends up getting lunch only a half hour to an hour after appearing, having apparently already worked up an appetite. He does his usual throughout the afternoon - occasionally checking in on his security team, sitting around with his eyes closed, and sometimes surprising unruly guests with a visit. If it looks like his patrol has it under control, he'll leave it alone. He doesn't offer help where it's not needed.

By the evening, he is more scarce. He'll be there to give everyone their shifts for the evening, the 6PM to midnight one, and then will mostly wander off on his own. By the latter half of the night, you barely see him at all. He claims that he works the night shift, mostly, but given his reputation one might guess that he spends most of the "night shift" sleeping.

You'll still see him around, though, sometimes with his watch dogs and sometimes not. Frequently, he'll show up when you least expect it, or just as you're starting to do something that might be a little bit against the rules.

⇨ RIDING DIRTY ETC (SKELETON WEREWOLF TIME)
And then, from around 10PM onward, Sans typically disappears all together. The security team is usually allowed to pack things up around 12:30 unless they've been given the dreaded night shift, but Sans usually isn't physically present for those. He could be doing anything, really, and the assumptions made are probably not generous.

If you're out in the woods at night, though, or near the borders of the carnival, you might see something huge shift through the trees, moving on four legs and made of something white like bone and faintly glowing. Long spikes line its back and a long, spine-like tail snakes behind it, the whole form surprisingly quiet despite its size.

If you're quiet it won't pay much attention, but if it does, it will size you up as a potential threat. Who knows what a giant skeleton dog finds threatening?

[It's all well and good for the Ringmaster to amend the 'no sleeping' rule to 'no sleeping without a dreamcatcher' when it's for the sake of the health and wellbeing of most of the carnival workers. But some people basically don't need to sleep anyway, and there's no shortage of things to do.

Especially here. When most people head off to party or sleep shortly after the last of the guests depart, janitor Papyrus starts cleaning up after the show. Not that he's alone in this task! Those spooky ominous cinder ghost people also clean up.

It's a bit of a mystery how people who look so smokey don't leave soot everywhere. He'll probably ask about it, one of these days.

After the last couple nights of cleaning after performances, he's confident in the team's ability to get the job done. So much so that, tonight, he expands the area he's cleaning to include the trees ringing the carnival. Dream people might still wander off the beaten track and litter. He did, and at least one other person did, his first day here. And all that is certainly not an excuse to stretch his legs and take a walk where nobody can see him drop his smile for a bit.

Papyrus walks through the woods, humming a jaunty tune and poking at leaves. His radio is with him, easily accessible if anything should go awry. And if he catches a flash of a skeleton dog jogging through the trees, he thinks nothing of it; after all, he's already met a couple of them. This is clearly just one more.]

[This skeleton dog, at least, is much larger than the other ones Papyrus has seen - and as much as Papyrus seems capable of ignoring them, the skeletons presence stops them right in their tracks.

Sans had been on something's trail (as difficult as it can be when you're a quadrupeds who stands 10 feet at the shoulders) but Papyrus suddenly being there completely distracts his focus. As it is, it takes a few moments to even recognize who he's looking at - taking this form makes thinking straight a lot harder, as useful as it can be in other ways. The one thing he knows for sure is that he doesn't want Papyrus to be there, because it's dangerous, and because it scares him.

So he growls at him, hoping that he'll go away, glowing eyes looming in the darkness between tree trunks. If he really thought this through he would know that is probably the opposite of what will happen.]

[It's impressive that this one seems to be even taller than himself. And it's true that tall people are especially impressive, and handsome, and this tallest of skeleton dogs is no exception. With a size like that it's probably their head honcho. Their houndcho.

Papyrus snickers at this thought, making even more of a ruckus with his laughter, and only noticing the growling as he stops. He glances all around him, looking for signs of trespassers, 'no trespassing' signs, or some other sign as to what the problem is. Nothing jumps right out at him, and he turns back to the skeleton dog with a sigh.]

Hey! You! What are you growling for??

[That... okay. That's not the response he was hoping for, but for a moment listening to his brother laugh is sort of worth it. But that feeling rapidly becomes confused by the fact that he's in the middle of hunting and presently doing the werewolf thing. Everything about this emotional situation feel weird, like it's been dragged out of context, like he isn't the person that concerns right now.

Still, he knows that he wants Papyrus out of the trees. Like a few of the others, Papyrus seems to just think that Sans is one of his own creations, which he's willing to indulge at the moment.

He slinks forward, dipping his head forward and trying to nudge Papyrus towards the treeline with his nose. The growling has now become something more impatient and less threatening. Listen, you dork.]

Gilgamesh was very much a nocturnal creature, these days, more so than he had ever been in his own lifetime; he slept the waking hours away and spent more his time patrolling in the dark. Actually, "patrolling" may have been too kind a word for it. Usually it amounted to stalking and little else.

He has some passing familiarity with the Warden. They haven't spoken much but he knows his face, or whatever he had in place of it, and he knows his hounds. When Gilgamesh comes upon one such beast tonight, he cocks his head and stares straight into the sockets that pass for its eyes, fearlessly. He approaches without hesitation and asks of it, "Now, what has you so bothered?"

It's a pretty thing in an ugly sort of way; its owner was just ugly. He glances about, announcing to no one in particular, "Slacking on the job again, hm..."

Sans was likely nearby. What he was up to, as usual, was anybody's guess, but it didn't exactly bode well for a troublemaker currently on the loose.

He's starting to get the sense that doing this incognito isn't going to work out in the long run. Of course, he's not really in the mental state to contemplate that too deeply, either.

His first reaction is to feel threatened by it, so his response to that question is just to snap his jaw in the hopes that his fellow supervisor will go away, but knowing Gil that's probably not the case. His tail smacks against some tree trunks, shaking them hard enough to knock down leaves. He is a few times bigger than any of his 'hounds' - at least ten feet at the shoulder, as he looms out of the darkness.

He circles around Gil while remaining behind a row of trees, trying to decide between running and engaging. There's more important things he should be worrying about at the moment, but it's so easy to get distracted when he's like this.

...hm. Something's not quite right here.

For starters, indeed, it has sunk in that this hound was a great deal bigger than the ones he's come to associate with Sans. And on top of that, he'd have expected it to simply bound off and rejoin its master immediately, rather than stick around and... scratch its behind on tree trunks, apparently. It had no business with Gilgamesh whatsoever. Its actions are a little too deliberate and a little too composed, too intelligent, for a common mutt.

"Where is that useless bag of bones, Sans?" Gilgamesh inquires, this time more specifically. The looming, the circling, none of it bothers him at all, and perhaps unwisely Gilgamesh approaches several steps closer. "Lead me to him at once. The Ringmaster does not appreciate extended absences on the job."

No, he hasn't put two and two together yet. At least there's a hunch. Give him credit for that much.

The Ringmaster. Peh. At if he gives a shit. He snorts derisively. Something about Gilgamesh's reaction stirs those feelings of spite within him, and makes him decide that this isn't a good use of his time. He growls, and then slips away into the forest, trying to get back on the trail of whatever he was following before.

Not that that doesn't basically look like he's leading Gilgamesh somewhere, which he isn't. Really, he'd prefer if the guy just left him alone - especially since he apparently hasn't put two and two together.

There's something lurking deeper in the trees, though. Some of the nightmares seem to have wandered off deep into woods, it seems - probably because spooky woods are the perfect place for that kind of thing. It wouldn't be a problem if it wasn't just as easy for them to wander back in under the cover of darkness - he's been spending the nights trying to clear them out, but its like the Dream Realm has an endless supply.

Well, there he goes. And, invested at this point—or simply someone else who has an abundance of free time on their hands, paws, whatever—Gilgamesh trails after him and begins to babble the rest of the way.

"He's such a bumbling fool," Gilgamesh complains, "Either half-asleep or half-conscious or otherwise half-present. I've no idea why she places such a degree of faith in him. It's unfair, to the rest of us, working so hard for her benefit, one would think..."

One would think Gilgamesh might notice the trouble brewing all around him, and he doesn't. Not at first. He keeps going on and on, with an almost hilarious lack of tact, about all of Sans' negative aspects, and Gilgamesh blows them so far out of proportion one would think there's not a single good thing about the skeleton.

Then said nightmare bites at his ankle as he passes by and snaps him out of it, sort of.

"Damn!" Gilgamesh lashes out with his tail, but the perpetrator has already melted back into the shadows. "Look what you've gone and done, mongrel! You had better take care of this. Go on, kill it. I'll pass a good word onto our esteemed Warden for your efforts."

...yes, apparently, Gilgamesh was going to make Totally Not Sans do everything.

Sans usually doesn't care much about people insulting him. Lazy this, useless that... he's gotten plenty of that during his stay here, and around home before that. He doesn't take it very personally, because it's not as if he has ever tried to be better than his criticisms.

Maybe it's because he is actually trying right now that it bothers him, or because Gilgamesh is just a particularly monumental douche with his head up the Ringmaster's ass. Or maybe it's because he's trying to do something and for some reason this guy won't stop talking to him despite the fact that he apparently thinks Sans is a dumb animal right now.

Whatever the reason, Sans's patience with it is frayed, and so when Gilgamesh demands that he take care of it, he responds by swinging his spiney tail in the direction the shadow vanished - which just happens to pass directly through the spot where Gilgamesh is standing.

SANS | OTA | D11 - D18

WEREWOLF TIME

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they see me bonin' (riding dirty)

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GET A LOAD OF THAT DOG

TIME TO SNAPCHAT IT TO MY PALS

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THEY stop and talk to me about dreams for forty minutes what the fuck

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BOOF

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