(no subject)

[fairy_fixit]

Wanting a break from work, Fairy Fixit is taking advantage of the time anomaly keeping Milliways safely at the end of the universe. On one of the end tables by the couch near the fireplace, she wittles away at a hunk of wood, undecided about what it will become.

There is eventually enough wood shavings to be bothersome, so she gathers the shavings up and tosses them into the fire, but pauses when the fish swimming in the fireplace start gobbling up the burning bite-sized bits of wood floating in the updrafts of the flames.

"Huh. Well, that makes sense, in a way."

(no subject)

[dog_walker]

So this place found her again. Interesting. Well, might as well have some fun with it.

Stepping up to the obviously alive bar, Kibeth--now wearing a human form as dark as Yrael's tend towards light--runs a friendly hand along the top in greeting. "How about some tasty treats. Something I've likely not eaten before?"

The being occasionally known as the Disreputable Dog does love to challenge, but Bar meets the challenge easily; which shouldn't really be a surprise, given her resources.

(no subject)

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine has been doing well. Really well, she had to be honest, even if there are still the occasional moments when things backslide pretty terribly. She can't be sure just what will bring back those terrors that have no place in daylight - sometimes the cause makes no sense to her, afterwards, when she tries to examine the experience - and she doesn't really have a good way to deal with them apart from just waiting for them to pass.

Today, it had been the texture of a particularly sticky focaccia dough sliding between her fingers, stray bits of it drying in crusty flakes beneath her fingernails. Her easy, unfocused attention and her imagination had unexpectedly been caught by the glutinous feel of it, the way it slid wetly over her skin, and suddenly she had found herself shuddering hard, eyes watering, her skin crawling and stomach turning in revulsion.

(And she plunged her hands into the mire of the master vampire's chest, and wrenched out his heart. She watched the mass deliquesce and dribble between her fingers to sizzle upon the ruined concrete.)

The dough sits, slowly drying on the floured counter, long after she has scrubbed every trace of it from her hands and forearms, her skin pink from the scrubbing and the hot water. She still isn't sure she can go back to it just yet. Out of the need to keep her shaking hands busy, she seeks distraction in making tea.

The focaccia will have to wait.

(no subject)

[darkeryetdarker]

This is it. The big day.

Gaster is in the workshop, standing over a device,(http://www.diyphysics.com/2012/06/01/tabletop-electron-accelerator-demonstrator-at-trocaderos-gardens-in-paris-france/)
a small, tube-like necklace with a small auditory device at the base. He glances around at several figures who have joined him there, who have been helping him build it.

He's terrified.

What if it doesn't work? Or worse, what if this goes the same way as the Core? What if he ruins the lives of all the people he's met here, who welcomed him in when he had nowhere else to go?

But he's come this far. He wants to build things, taste food, touch others.

He steels himself.

Gaster types a message onto his laptop.

[Well...here goes. Does anyone want to do the honor of flipping the switch?]


(ooc: Locked to Cisco, Barry, Cassian, Bastion, Fairy Fix-It, and anyone else who volunteered to help Gaster with the accelerator. Sorry if I missed anyone!]

(no subject)

[fry_sandhu]

[oom: Fry seeks advice, and receives.]