Handwritten cursive in your notebooks

[marblenest]

As much as I am loathe to admit it, we will have to move on from what small bits of safety and comfort this place has brought us. I do believe we should discuss our plans for the coming crossing openly. Consider this a place to drop your thoughts on the idea. Might as well start planning earlier rather than later.

Unless you have a good reason to I strongly suggest that you do not take the crossing alone. There is safety in numbers.

I would like to also get a head count of who all is with us if possible. I have heard about some of us going missing and I find this rather disturbing so I find it pertinent to double check.

The floor is open.

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[spaghettimonster]

SAFER, YES!
BUT WHETHER SAFER IS BETTER FOREVER...

ANYWAY, I TAKE IT THEY HAD THEIR DEVICES ON THEM.
AND HAVE BEEN NOT ANSWERING SO LONG THAT IT'S VERY CONCERNING...

[solitarynote]

[Better… forever? He’s a little confused.]

Safe isn’t always good?

[It was better, in Sunny’s opinion, to always be safe. Or at least have safeguards in place. If someone got hurt, they could just be healed with Snacks or revived with Life Jam, for example. It made things a lot less stressful.]

I think… they would take those with them? [He carries his backpack with the notebook everywhere, though it’s possible not everyone is like that. That’s concerning though…]

[spaghettimonster]

NOT ALWAYS!!
FOR YOU SEE: DANGER IS THE SPICE OF LIFE.
AND PROBABLY THE SPICE OF AFTERLIFE TOO.

[Not that he's an expert on afterlives, but he knows a few things about dangerous fun, and surely his nickname makes him some sort of expert on spices.]

IN ANY CASE, ARE THEY VERY NETWORK SHY?
IF I DON'T ANSWER A MESSAGE,
IT'S BECAUSE I ACCIDENTALLY TRAVELED WITHOUT IT,
OR I WENT TO TAKE A RIVER NAP.

[And as he never intends to take a nap again if he can help it, delayed skeleton responses mean his device has been misplaced. But that's not true of everyone, as Sunny would well know.]

[solitarynote]

Spice can hurt too.

[Life did. And too much spice caused a flaming mouth. He would know.]

Oh. [That was news to Sunny.] Everyone seems ok at answers. What’s a river nap?

[Maybe that holds answers to his lack-of-dreams!]

[spaghettimonster]

YOU MIGHT HAVE HEARD IT AS, SLEEPING WITH THE FISHES.
THAT RESTFUL SLUMBER, BEFORE REALIZING YOU WERE IN BITTERLY COLD MUD AND REMEMBERING TERRIBLE THINGS.

[Hadn't the Ferryman indicated as much, anyway? That some of the people who go missing after a bit have returned to the River, not actually ready for their journey...? He thought he heard something like that around.]

ANYWAY, LOTS OF GOOD THINGS CAN ALSO HURT.
LIKE FRIENDSHIP SUPLEXES.
WELL, THOSE ARE ACTUALLY TERRIBLE. BUT IT'S NICE TO HAVE SOMEONE CARE ENOUGH TO PLAY AROUND LIKE THAT.

[solitarynote]

. . .

[Did he mean literally or figuratively? Sunny knew the power that dreaming could hold over someone.]

You’re a deep sleeper. [Is the conclusion he came to, maybe.

As for such rambunctious play…]

Does it get tiring?

[spaghettimonster]

[...........Okay, so maybe when he does actually sleep instead of napping, it's heavy sleep. But that phrasing sounds like it's accusing him of regularly sleeping heavily! When really it had been the skeleton poking at the pepper artist for his sleep proclivities!!

So there's really nothing to do but puff up faux offended.]

WHAT ARE THESE LIES AND SLANDERS?
YOU MUST BE CONFUSING ME WITH SOME OTHER, TERRIBLE SKELETON
WHO'S ALWAYS SLEEPING AND MAKING MESSES.

[The wash of familiar annoyance when thinking of his brother is very really, but beyond the aggrieved feelings the details seem a bit hazy... That's something to maybe think about, or maybe deliberately not think much about. He'll have to think on which.]

[solitarynote]

[Sunny is now Confused.]

I don’t think… I know another skeleton…

[Or if he did, surely it was a bonus level of Headspace he had yet to access. There was only so many times he could stomach accessing Dino Dig.]

Sorry. Spicy one seems very organized.

[That much Sunny had observed, especially when they had visited the other’s room. All his figures had been on the table, and the atmosphere had just been so welcoming… like going to a friend’s house to play without a care in the world.

…Not that the skeleton could remember that fully.]