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interstellar55552016-02-21 10:49 pm
determinate) wrote in interstellar55552016-02-21 10:49 pm
Entry tags:
- agent j,
- bill cipher,
- eda,
- frisk,
- sans
Dance, Dance, REVOLUTION
Who: Frisk and OPEN
What: Come bother Frisk at work!
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: Pizza Planet
[A]
Pizza Planet is a big, kid-themed pizza chain, popular for birthday parties. The Vista City location where Frisk works is attached to the mall, and as such is particularly large and extravagant. There's singing animatronics, sure, but the main attraction is the games.
Frisk's job, today, is to restock all the machines with tickets. They're pretty small for a worker. If not for their employee uniform, complete with a little hat, they could easily blend in with the children shouting joyfully and running from game to game. But for the most part they ignore them, focusing on their work. As fun as that would be, making good friends with any kids from here would cause too many problems. They're not sure they could contain themself, if the topic of music ever came up...
They go quietly from machine to machine, opening up a panel on each with a key and loading in a new roll of tickets. Out on the game floor like this, it's not unusual to get approached by customers.
Honestly, it's not entirely unusual for Frisk to just hand some kids a few tickets here and there either. It's against the rules, but it's not like anyone notices. And it makes people so happy!
[B]
They get a break for lunch, but Frisk doesn't really need the full time. They're used to scarfing down their meals fast, and it's a habit that's never fully faded. So they can be found in their street clothes for part of the afternoon, playing Dance Dance Revolution alone in the corner.
As it happens, they are utterly killing it.
The easier songs have long since ceased to be fun, so now they're working their way down from the hardest options. Some kids stop to watch from time to time, but they're largely heedless of any silent onlookers. Their mind is elsewhere.
What: Come bother Frisk at work!
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: Pizza Planet
[A]
Pizza Planet is a big, kid-themed pizza chain, popular for birthday parties. The Vista City location where Frisk works is attached to the mall, and as such is particularly large and extravagant. There's singing animatronics, sure, but the main attraction is the games.
Frisk's job, today, is to restock all the machines with tickets. They're pretty small for a worker. If not for their employee uniform, complete with a little hat, they could easily blend in with the children shouting joyfully and running from game to game. But for the most part they ignore them, focusing on their work. As fun as that would be, making good friends with any kids from here would cause too many problems. They're not sure they could contain themself, if the topic of music ever came up...
They go quietly from machine to machine, opening up a panel on each with a key and loading in a new roll of tickets. Out on the game floor like this, it's not unusual to get approached by customers.
Honestly, it's not entirely unusual for Frisk to just hand some kids a few tickets here and there either. It's against the rules, but it's not like anyone notices. And it makes people so happy!
[B]
They get a break for lunch, but Frisk doesn't really need the full time. They're used to scarfing down their meals fast, and it's a habit that's never fully faded. So they can be found in their street clothes for part of the afternoon, playing Dance Dance Revolution alone in the corner.
As it happens, they are utterly killing it.
The easier songs have long since ceased to be fun, so now they're working their way down from the hardest options. Some kids stop to watch from time to time, but they're largely heedless of any silent onlookers. Their mind is elsewhere.
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"Ho yeah? Fan of the band, eh? Trombone IS pretty cool- if you LIKE the musical equivalent of a CAR HORN attempting ELOQUANT SPEECH at the bottom of the ocean- I KNOW I DO! Hmm-"
Bill reaches into his lining of his coat for something, belatedly realizing he emptied his pockets just a moment ago to his ever impassive security drone. Clicking his tongue he decides to remove his hat and plop it on Frisk's head.
"Here, BIT OF MERCH- for you, kid!"
He doesn't lean against the wall as much as he allows gravity to take hold and miraculously manages to sticks a proper landing when he makes contact with one of the hallways walls. He extends his hand in greeting.
"Name's Bill, by the by. Bill Cipher!"
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It stretches into a full grin as the hat is deposited on their head. It's a bit large for them, but they push it up on their head until it perches well above their brow. There! What a nice guy. They're glad he's in Sans' band. Hopefully those two get along; Sans seems like someone who could get along with anybody, but he was so worked up when they last met...
Thanks! I'm Frisk! They display the phone for a moment before taking his hand.