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So I have to admit partly I'm just posting this in the hopes that bitching about my heat will bring it back. That's how it seems to work, for some reason. I guess I'll text Hapless Repair Guy tomorrow and let him know it's still randomly cutting out. Have to admit my computer works better in the mid-60s, though. Man I gotta get this thing into the shop before it dies completely.

ANYWAY, IDK, I feel like I've kind of lost direction; my focus has been on this fic. In fairness this fic has not let up or bogged down or anything; every time I think it will it magically comes up with a solution to the problem I was going to run into. But yeah, I feel like aside from writing my dumb fic I haven't really been doing much of anything new or interesting. (I'm wondering if I could actually post the fic as a WIP and still have a regular update schedule, but that seems like tempting fate. Plus I don't have a beta.)

I did make chicken pot pie (sort of) tonight and that was really good, so I'll definitely be reusing that recipe, because my previous attempts at that have involved overly-elaborate recipes that you're supposed to make over like three days, and I never have three days in a row where I have the energy to cook, but I love chicken pot pie. (This one had, like, biscuits instead of a crust.) I'm glad I did that, although the main reason was because it used the oven and was therefore a way to keep my apartment a little warmer for that period of time.

Anyway, more Undertale fic. Then I'll make lunch for tomorrow, put some laundry away, and huddle in my room and write a super-tropey ridiculous installment of the fic. Also I'm going to have to come up with an entire mean-spirited standup routine about egomaniac robots. (Mettaton really should have let Sans take the night off.) Why do I do this to myself? Oh right, because it's fun.





At this point Boone slugs me. It hurts like hell, but it was exactly what I was going for, since he got me right in the nasal bone, which is kinda sharp, and hurt his widdle knuckles. "Shit," he mutters, and I see he's leaking red stuff. He ain't too comfortable with the sight of his own blood, looks like. Maybe that's why he likes beating up monsters. "I gotta -- I gotta go."

He rushes out and I'm left with Dever. Now, Dever's a decent cop. He's still a cop; he don't like the Dreemurr gang, but he don't like any gang, and he's a stickler for the rules.

Dever sits himself down at the interrogation table. "Mr. Sans. Really. Be honest."

"When am I anything less?" I ask.

"Most of the time," he points out. This is true enough. "Do you know anything about the kid?"

"I don't even know what kid you're talking about," I say.

"It looks pretty bad," he says. "What with the Little Underground half-empty today, and you gluing cops together all last night."

"What do you mean, half-empty?" I ask.

"...Well," he says. "I'm just saying, it looks pretty bad."

"You and Boone should take your good-cop-bad-cop routine on the road," I grumble.

He considers it for a moment. "It'd never play in Peoria," he says finally. I laugh, because I have played in Peoria, and the crowd was a bunch of dummies. (No, I mean, literally dummies. Stuffed with cotton, button eyes, and not much for conversation.) In other circumstances, I wonder if maybe we coulda had a nice conversation about my days working the old Chimera Circuit. "You sure you don't know anything about the kid?"

"What kid is this?" I demand, not really expecting an answer.

He considers it for much, much longer than a moment. Finally, slowly, he says, "There's a kid missing. Like last year, you know the drill. Good family, kid missing, mayor riding our asses, et cetera. It's an election year, so he wants us to find the kid by yesterday."

"Did you check the uncle's wine cellar?" I know it won't make him laugh -- I sure as hell don't find it funny -- but I can see he gets the gist of it.

"I didn't think that little detail made it to the press," he says.

"It didn't. I looked into it. Found the court records. Repeatedly raiding a guy's neighborhood can make him real curious."

He nods. "Fair enough. ...I wanted to check the uncles, believe me. Evil uncles were the first thing I thought of."

"And?"

"No uncles." I am not sure where this is going at first. "No aunts. No cousins. Nothing. Grandparents conveniently dead, both sets. They moved here from New York last year, but their old neighbors never heard of them. Also, they blamed the monsters straight away. Said you people were hanging around their house, watching, stuff like that. It strikes me very funny, is all. Very easy."

"Well, I don't know anything about this kid," I tell him.

"It's very hard to trust a guy who smiles all the time, you know that?" he says. "But I know when I'm getting taken for a ride, and I don't think you're the driver this time around."

"Detective, I swear to god," I tell him, "I an innocent pedestrian on the road of life, at least in matters concerning kids who are missing from families that don't exist."

He nods. "Well, you hear about the kid, you tell me. Missing kids are serious shit. We'll make sure the family's not crooked before we hand the kid back, don't worry."

He sounds like he actually believes that, too. "What's the kid's name?" I ask. "I could ask around." I mean, I probably won't, but I could.

"Frisk," he says. "Frisk Addison."

I nod. "I can't make any promises. But, well, if I hear about the kid…" ...if I do, and it's this Frisk, hey, I still didn't make any promises. I don't gotta tell him anything.

Detective Dever seems to fill in the blank with what he wanted to hear. "Well. All right." He looks worriedly at the door to the interrogation room. "You know you're gonna pay for that glue stunt, though."

I sigh. "Yeah."

"And you know I can't do anything about Boone. He's got friends. You know how it is. Politics." In this city -- heck, in this whole county -- "politics" is almost a synonym for magic, except with magic you at least gotta have a sensible explanation. With politics, on the other hand, the law of gravity could be reversed within the city limits for an entire fortnight if it'd help the mayor's buddy pick up some roofing jobs.

"Yeah," I say tiredly. "I know about politics. Good thing I don't bruise, huh?"

I must not be looking as chipper as I want, because Dever shakes his head. "You bring this on yourself, you know," he says. "...I'll try and get you your phone call later."

So yeah. Boone comes back with a bandage, all out of proportion to the damage. He smacks me around a little more, this time being more careful with his own personal skin. I got a few fractures and my jaw ain't feeling too good, which Boone sees as a personal triumph because I ain't smiling anymore. A few teeth go skittering to the floor. They'll reattach as long as I can grab 'em before I leave and get 'em back in within a day, but the worst is they're still part of me, so I can feel 'em on the cold floor. It is a long morning, basically.

I don't get my phone call. I sure as hell don't get breakfast. Or lunch. Dever slips me some disgusting coffee at one point, and I doze a little (caffeine always makes me sleepy) but they're sure hoping to get more out of me, or at least trying to charge me with something more than Reckless Gluing Cops Together.

At some point, when the questions start getting boring and I've cycled through all my best material, I start worrying about what they mean about the Little Underground being half-empty. Did something go wrong last night? Should I have stayed and seen it out to its conclusion?

Now, you may be looking at me and thinking, this guy can't be very useful in a fight. And you're right. I can't be good in a fight. If I was, people'd ask a lot of inconvenient questions. Plus, I've found that generally the reward for good work is just… more work. Who wants that? I sure don't.

Eventually, long after I've given up pretty much any hope, two officers seize me by the shoulderblades, uncuff me, and shove me out into the lobby of the station. They stuff my hat onto my head roughly and tell me I'm free to go. I blink, partly because it's a lot brighter out here, and partly because there is absolutely no reason they shouldn't press charges.

However, when my eyes adjust to the light, all is explained. Toriel's there, holding my trombone case. While she's certainly a sight for sore eyesockets, she looks pretty anxious, and that's never good. I wonder what she needs me for, and what strings she had to pull to get me out.

Comments

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greensword
Feb. 4th, 2016 04:10 am (UTC)
Do you think commiserating comments are part of the livejournal-heat ritual? If so, let me sympathize. You are dealing with the low heat better than I would, because I am a total wimp about temperatures.

I would offer to beta your fic but I have never even heard of this fandom.

kaesa
Feb. 4th, 2016 04:48 am (UTC)
I kind of think they might be? Because part of the ritual is also me feeling bad about getting commiserating comments after my heat goes back on. (...Sadly, that isn't working, although at least I don't feel guilty either.)

EDIT: THERE'S THE HEAT. Thanks, heat. I put my hand on part of the furnace to see if it was really on or just the fan, since the air coming out of the vents was cold... and I burned my entire left hand. So that was a thing I did and won't try again.

It's okay! It's Undertale, it's this amazing RPG/bullet hell with an interesting morality system and fun characters. The trailer's here. My favorite character is the obnoxiously punny skeleton who is named after a font, but I love all of them. (Except Jerry. Ugh.) This is the trailer. There are really good Let's Plays if you're interested in the story but not in playing the game, although it's pretty easy as long as you don't opt to kill literally everyone.

(I got into it because a troll on FFA was complaining about it and everything they hated made me think "hey, this sounds like a pretty cool story.")

Edited at 2016-02-04 04:56 am (UTC)
greensword
Feb. 4th, 2016 04:56 am (UTC)
Oh hmm. Undertale seems to be for Windows & Mac? I wonder if there's a way to play it on Linux... or maybe I can convince someone with a non-Linux machine to play it with me. :) I mean, it's hard not to be compelled by a game with an obnoxiously punny skeleton.

kaesa
Feb. 4th, 2016 05:05 am (UTC)
Apparently it works on Wine? Or at least, it should. The developer is working on a Linux version but when I say "developer" I don't mean a company; there's just one guy. But it is a really cute game, and has puzzles, not just fast reflexes, so you could probably play it with a friend and have a lot of fun.
morbane
Feb. 4th, 2016 04:23 am (UTC)
Oh, so you're posting instalments HERE second. For some reason I thought it was the other way around. That... makes more sense.

I'm really enjoying it! Love the bit about magic and politics, love the characterizations of Dever and Boone.


I hope this fic continues to be fun! And that your heat is fixed before Spring (But how?).
kaesa
Feb. 4th, 2016 04:53 am (UTC)
SO BASICALLY WHAT HAPPENED is that I started posting the whole thing but in small bits here, because I was worried about not having buffer and I wanted something to post daily.

Then I posted a bit with Undyne and Sans in the 3-5 sentences thread and someone liked it, so I was like "huh."

Then I posted my favorite excerpt from a later part of the fic, and more people liked it.

Then I posted another excerpt that ended on a cliffhanger and was like "maybe I should post more next post?" and then I just ended up posting ALL of it on FFA and have about a day's worth of buffer because apparently who needs buffer when you have puns and tommy guns. But meme is slowing down a bit so that's okay.

But yeah, I'm kind of wondering if I could maybe start posting this to AO3 and not have it be a complete disaster of abandoned WIP? Although I need a title.

(I'm anxiously waiting for the other Undertale WIP's next installment, and also Han and Kylo Ren's next sabacc game; WIPs are apparently my main meme activity at the moment.)
morbane
Feb. 4th, 2016 08:55 am (UTC)
Kylo and Han is strangely compelling. <3 meme.

I think you need a title before you post. But I'm not sure you need a beta.
kaesa
Feb. 4th, 2016 08:53 pm (UTC)
I found a title!

I might start posting it tonight. D: I'm a little anxious about it but the artist whose work it's based on reblogged an excerpt yesterday and it's the first time I've ever really gotten notes on anything of mine, sooo I guess people there like it at least?
morbane
Feb. 4th, 2016 08:55 pm (UTC)
Good luck!!

Yes, from meme, too, people like it!
silverflight8
Feb. 4th, 2016 05:20 am (UTC)
I am also attempting to make chicken pot pie! :D I made pastry today, but I really think I overworked it. Last time I made pastry was literally junior high, in home ec, and I was so bad at it (I am impatient. I will go in and scrunch the not-coming-together dough together with my fingers and get it under my fingernails kind of way, because I'm so frustraaated it's not coming together. Another girl in my group ended up doing the pastry and she had a much lighter, more patient, touch). I think I should have stirred the water in with a fork instead of my hands...oops.

Also I think your vent about heating thing might work (lol...vent) but I feel the optimal way it works is when you complain to someone who can fix the problem and someone you will feel right embarrassed having complained to, in order to have the heat magically fixed. >.<
kaesa
Feb. 4th, 2016 05:35 am (UTC)
I feel embarrassed complaining to anyone, is the thing. Although I burned my hand on the damn heater, sooo maybe I should've tried your method first and not gotten burned.

The chicken pot pie's not-a-crust was delicious. I've never made actual pastry, so all I really know how to make is cookie/tart crust, and all of my pies are made with either tart crust or store-bought pie crust, because I am lazy as fuck.
silverflight8
Feb. 4th, 2016 06:01 am (UTC)
eep, sorry to hear about the hand.

What is the recipe for your crust? :)
I like baking and since for a few weeks there are other people to bake for I like trying new things...or rather old things that I have failed at...I still haven't given up the dream of being able to make non-leaky Pavlova! That sounds gross (and it kind of is...it's very sugary and thus sticky water) but it is still tasty. It's just very disappointing when I think I've finally done it!
kaesa
Feb. 4th, 2016 06:22 am (UTC)
The chicken pot pie biscuits or the tart crust? The tart crust is here: http://culinarycosplay.tumblr.com/post/116472022434/cinnamon-butterscotch-pie-last-time-i-checked and I think the chicken pot pie biscuits are just... regular biscuits?
silverflight8
Feb. 7th, 2016 12:02 am (UTC)
I meant the tart crust - thanks for the link!
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