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[espigeon]

Hm, weird question, but: does the 'collective unconscious' sound familiar to anyone? When you were in your original reality did you ever dream about places and events you weren't there for? Especially about being in space and probably speaking in Russian or English, if you've got equivalent languages and people have actually been in space I mean.

How about shared dreams? Probably not super common, any of these, maybe once a month? Thanks.

...and, okay. If you could choose somewhere to go for the next stop, what would it be like? I'm unsurprisingly kinda into the idea of a talking bird world. With treehouses. Didn't I hear the Carnival went to one years ago? Anyone been there who can crush my dreams now and say it was terrible?

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[spaghettimonster]

[The hardworking wardrobe staff is out there, fighting the good fight... And then there's Papyrus, customizing plain clothing to have cool descriptive phrases on the chest.]

Oh, in motion! I wore my battle body right out of the shower. [He probably could have gone commando, but then Sans might have followed suit, and that's a terrible solution to his brother's laundry issues.] A little wringing, so it was only damp, and then the combination of warm bones and airflow between them... The only obstacle was going outside! Frozen attire just isn't comfortable. So I stayed inside to dry.

[espigeon]

[The thought of the wrinkles alone! He may have to sit down.]

I'd worry about it getting stiff air-drying, but I guess it depends on how much you'd move around. You'd have to miss out on the feeling of putting on something fresh out of the dryer, but, the plus side is no gas bill for running it?

[spaghettimonster]

[Papyrus would offer a fan if he knew. Who knew that, to some, his own upkeep could be as alarming as his brother's is to him? The battlebody's been in storage since before coming here, in favor of clothing from the carnival or various of their stops... But cumulative damage to the fabric is probably also a factor.]

Gas bill...? Don't tell me... humans have strange taxes after all? When I've looked forward to tackling surface finances, someday.

[espigeon]

[Julien's pretty well keeping it out of his voice, at least. He's remarkably good at controlling how he sounds.]

Sorry. Human taxes can get pretty abtruse sometimes. Finance is one of those things I just prefer not to think about when I don't have to.

[spaghettimonster]

Oh no! Well, there's no need for a reminder now. So put thoughts of snowball taxes and gas bills out of your mind. Monsters don't pay that one anyway, most heating appliances are just powered by fire magic.

[Probably a lot of stuff here at the carnival is powered by magic, too.]

[espigeon]

[He's a little surprised that gas bills sound like they're the same thing they are to him, juxtaposed with 'snowball tax'. Papyrus, ever surprising.]

Lucky! Well, maybe. Half of me is very flammable so honestly it's better for me to minimize exposure to fire? The rest of me is only somewhat flammable. I'm not sure the clothes I get here are as flame-resistant as the ones I brought from home.

[spaghettimonster]

Oh, but good fire magic is done so it cleans the mess... without a bit of burning damage to people! You should see it in action, someday. At a safe distance. Where you can watch others harmlessly wreathed in flames, and really enjoy the sight.

[Monsters have odd priorities, compared to humans, and on top of all his Papyrus-ness, he's still the one of the three monsters here with the least experience with regular human society. But at least he's picked up that most folks are a little less freely and gleefully willing to jump into danger for the sake of tradition.]

[espigeon]

Ah. Yes, the safe distance part is important. I'm not sure I trust fire to be friendly around these tailfeathers. As they say, I've been burned before!

...so do you guys also go and clean your clothes with fire or am I completely off the mark?

[spaghettimonster]

I mean, I don't... Fire magic isn't my thing. But I'm sure some people do! Especially the ones made of fire.

[espigeon]

That... makes sense, I think. Maybe it's like a much more alarming kind of dry cleaning. One that only works if there's enough ventilation - but you can say that about regular dry cleaning too, honestly.

[spaghettimonster]

That sounds right. Fire is very drying!

[He's the main janitor, but he sure doesn't know anything about drycleaning.]