⇨ The Tourist Trap: PROLOGUE

[ringleaders]

Who: Anyone, anywhere in Portland.
When: Any time before the start of the event.
Where: Portland area, in the new reality.
What: Once you've submitted your AU summary, you can use this post to do some CLOSED THREADING to play out some character interactions that happened before the event start. This means that memory regains will not be in play yet. Open top levels are not allowed - these threads are intended to sort out closed interactions between planned backstory connections, during the week leading up to the actual event start.
Warnings: Could be anything.

PORTLAND, AS YOU KNEW IT↴ The shift went unseen and unfelt. One moment you were one person, and the next, another. This before all that, though, in the new life that you remember living here in Portland. No memories of your true self have arisen yet, and at the time this was the only life you knew. Did these events truly happen at all? Or do they only exist in memory?

Comments

[whattaprick]

There's only so much you can pick up from internet research, after all, and Lambert's never been willing to dive feet-first into this shit. But that does ring a vague bell, though he'll have to take a moment to actually remember where he's heard about something similar.

At least Sans's question is a little more straightforward to answer, even if it makes him cross his arms defensively.

"A few months, maybe. I couldn't, when I first got here." Honestly, it's a struggle to recall a specific time. He'd only started working at the cafe a few months ago, and got briefly turned into a cat in the middle of that, so keeping track of which customers were and weren't actually inhuman before wasn't high on his list of priorities. "I wasn't sure, but the description fit."

[osteothropy]

Sans spreads his wings illustratively, and then closes them again. When he does that, his radiance gets a bit hard to look at. Presumably, only for people with the ability to see like Lambert.

"Well... it's not exactly subtle."

Sans snickers to himself.

"An' here I thought you were just edgy around me for normal human reasons."

[whattaprick]

Lambert squeezes his eyes shut against the glow, averting his face quickly -- enough of a response, probably, though the half-hearted glare he levels at the angel suggests Lambert's considerably less amused by the proceedings.

"You mean being roped into your weird book club?" Seriously, someone approaching you out of the blue asking if you'd like a Good Book, that's a little kooky as far as Lambert's concerned. "Because that is a pretty good reason."

[osteothropy]

"I'd say I do a decent job of acting human for someone who totally isn't," he says, with another shrug, though he looks mostly amused now. At least Lambert is getting over the angel of death thing without making it a huge ordeal. "On that note... wanna grab a drink and talk about good books, later? You kind of put me out of a job, today."

[whattaprick]

Sans totally doesn't do a good job of acting human at all, if one were to ask Lambert, but no one ever is interested in Lambert's opinions so that will go unsaid.

"I have to go back to the cafe," he says, but it's not a 'no.' As far as he's concerned, he's not at fault for anything, but... he pushes up to pinch the bridge of his nose, exhaling. "But fine. Later. I could use a drink anyway."

[osteothropy]

"Cool. Then it's a date," Sans will say, giving Lambert finger guns, as he nonchalantly starts backing away without looking where he is going. It's not completely clear whether he is now being extra weird just to bother him, or if this is just his genuine behaviour. Probably the later, honestly.

When Lambert finally breaks eye contact with him he will abruptly disappear. He'll be back at the end of your shift, brosef.