[CLOSED] one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan

[interstellarnpcs]

Who: Edward Blanche and Greg. And possibly also Meril.
What: Blanche is sick of Greg's shit.
When: Directly following Sans's rescue.
Where: In the Torture Lounge.
Warnings: Weird stuff. Spiritual violence. Creepy touches no doubt.

After being picked up in the laboratories downstairs, Greg will be left in the same room him and Blanche had their last pressing talk. No one else is there, and he is instructed by Juno to sit and not move until someone comes to speak with him. He is clearly in trouble.

Who is coming to talk to him hasn't been outright stated, but it can be easily assumed. Juno will impatiently state that she has a mess to go clean up and will leave him to his own devices.

A full hour will pass before anyone comes to speak with him.

Comments

[panspermia]

Mr. Universe sits up a little straighter as she crumples to the floor. He frowns at her form, then up at Blanche.

"You didn't break her, did you?" With all the personal concern of someone mucking up the wiring for the lighting. He still needs a functional keyboardist, you know.

[interstellarnpcs]

"No," he says, coldly. "She's hardly be of any use to me, like that."

Beyond that, he pays Greg little attention, concentrating on them gem clasped between his fingers and willing her to stand.

[nibelungvalesti]

She stood. Simple as that. It was, after all, her duty. With her head bowed, she stared at the floor in silence, her pupils so wide her eyes had no color to them at all except glassy blackness.