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_{[Who says they don't know how to party in Violet Town?]

[Once the feed is on, Maurice fumbles with his Poke'Gear until he's sure he has the little camera facing the right way. His hair is a mess, flecked with confetti, and there are two freshly dyed red streaks running through his bangs. His eyes are bloodshot as all hell but he looks happy. The man is slouched on a hotel bed that is sagging under the weight of one (1) entire Rhyhorn snoozing on it. There is a party hat on the end of its nose. A Furret is draped across the Rhyhorn's shoulders like a stripey feather boa. The shades are drawn because LIGHT IS BAD.]}

You know...I haven't been here that long, and after last night I was almost absolutely positive I was gonna wake up in that alley back home...but instead I'm here in this--

_{[He pauses to wince. Oh, his head.]}

--this beautiful place with a freakin' rhinoceros and a fire-breathing dog as best friends. And I'm just. Happy. I think these have been th' best few months of my entire life. I've made so many friends. You guys are great. You're just great.

_{[He sniffs, scrubbing at one eye.]}

I just wanted to say that I guess. And if you've just showed up...man you are in for some goooood shit.

I'm gonna go...see what this world has in place of Gatorade. M'bye.

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[Frisk looks about as much of a mess as Maurice does--their hair is so messy and bushed up it's practically an afro, and part of it seems to be...burnt? But they're smiling even if their eyes look even more tired than usual, and they speak very softly so as not to wake poor Asgore this early in the morning.]

'M happy, too. This's a good place. Um, d'you got water t' drink? Water's good.

_{[By the time his reply comes, he's made his way down into the hotel lobby and is pressing a chilled colorful drink bottle to his face. He tilts it aside to get a better look at the screen.]}

Ahah, wow. You had a wild night too, huh?

Mmn? Oh, um.

[Frisk scratches their cheek a little and blushes, and the pink nose of a Flaafy nudges on-screen curiously.]

I guess a little. Big Bone got real excited from th' fireworks.

Ah yeah there were fireworks, weren't there?

_{[Maurice spent most of his new years inside buildings but now that he thinks about it, he does remember the sound. And the memory makes his head hurt.]}

It's not a real party unless somethin's on fire.

Are... you okay?

_{[Maurice heroically navigates his way down some stairs.]}

I'm great!

You're right, this place really is beautiful. Especially when your vision and brain get fuzzy enough to smooth over its few faults.

[Says the guy who came out of yesterday's celebrations completely sober.]

You might want to look for its ibuprofen, too.

[SOMEONE SURE HAD A GOOD TIME LAST NIGHT.]

[Instead of continuing the sap (because ew he's allergic), Envy decides to lead with something else.]

Hey, your hair's looking pretty good. When did that happen?

_{[He barks out a laugh.]}

I haven't found any faults yet! And...that might not be a bad idea. What's it called?

_{[OH LOOK IT IS MAGIC HAIR FRIEND.]

[Maurice greets him with a tired grin.]}

Heeeey, haha thanks. Maybe a week ago I think? It was when Bon Jovi evolved. I'm tryin' to encourage him. Y'know, like one of those big foam fingers moms wave around at football games.

You never got hit by a dog falling from the sky, I assume.

[Very dangerous, very much a fault.]

Not sure. Something like Lotadvil or Motrim, I suspect.

_{[Maurice just blinks--one eye just a little more delayed than the other. He is no longer interested in Lotadvil.]}

Sky dogs?

No, just normal dogs that happened to be falling from the sky. Cats, too. Worst headache I'd had in decades, believe me.

[Thank goodness for that Tynamolenol.]

_{[No.]

[No sir. You are not going to just say you were bludgeoned by pet precipitation and then NOT TELL THE STORY.]

[So Maurice continues to stare into his gear expecting one.]}

[...Fine.]

It was a while back, there was a whole month of daily new species popping up every day. It started with a rain of cats on September 1st, so of course I thought it'd be safer to travel by flying over the clouds.

Turns out they were not, in fact, raining from the clouds themselves.

Someone looks as though they enjoyed the festivities....

Are you sure?

You look uh... you don't look great.

Aha-haw yeah I guess so!

_{[He shuffles aside to let a lady and her Doduo by.]}

Wha-how, rude, dude.

_{[Maurice's brows knit in concern. That sounds...dangerous.]}

Was it a big dog? Do I need to start carryin' around some kinda re-enforced umbrella?

[Staying up late into the night is practically written into the DNA of Thida's species, so seeing someone having partied for the New Year definitely gets her approval. She lets out a bubbly giggle at seeing the mess of confetti and party finery, though - and the slurred speech. What even makes people talk like that?]

What's a Gatorade?

_{[Come with Maurice, Thida, it is time to look for a vending machine that actually has something in it!]}

It's a kinda sports drink--supposed to be good for you. I usually drink it when I've got a hangover. But never the red kind.

Ooh! Got the...the 'lectrolytes, right? That kinda stuff! Is th'red kind icky?

Yeah, puts those back into your bloodstream!

_{[Maurice pauses before the first machine but finds only various sodas...all of which look tasty. He instantly becomes distracted fishing some coins out of his pocket.]}

Oh, man, yeah, it tastes the way pee smells!

Ours doesn't have colors. Just kinda milky lookin'. But 's good!

[It's totally based on this and it really is some good shit.]

Gettin' soda instead?

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