[CONTINUE + 2] INTRO

[foundationmods]

[After so long a trip, you're all finally here. Taken through a hidden passage inside of the very mountain itself, you find yourself standing in front of a field of flowers, growing well due to the open roof above it. If you look up, you can just make out the shimmering colors off of the barrier - looking almost like the shine off of a soap bubble.

Try not to trample on the flowers as you approach the open, purple gate, where it looks as if someone is waiting for all of you just inside. And remember to wear your masks, now that you're here!

...Still, the sight of the yellow flowers waving in the wind....such a cheery sight fills you with determination for what's to come.

Welcome to the Underground.

...Again. The loop happened again, and you're here. Everything is the same.

Someone who was dead is alive again.

...The man, who's name you forgot...You've also forgotten what he looked like.

Not only that, But more monster names have faded from your memory.

Ghost? There was never a ghost in these ruins, or in Waterfall. You have no memory of them.]

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A ROYAL WELCOME

[foundationmods]

[Once you've all stepped past the gate and into the (very purple) ruins, it becomes very easy to see who it is you're talking to. The person seems to be a motherly looking goat woman, who's also quite tall. She smiles at all of you before speaking.]

I am glad to see you all made it here safely. Welcome - I am Toriel, Queen of the Monsters...though right now, I am also the caretaker of the Ruins. I am here to help all of you Monsters -

[BIG, OBVIOUS WINK HERE]

- acclimate to your new home. Since all of you must be worn out, you should stay within the Ruins for today - and I can also answer any questions you might have about the Underground. My home is rather close, and I can easily offer it to sleep in, though you might have to sleep on the floor...

[She coughs a bit embarrassed, before suddenly seeming to remember something.]

Ah, but, one more thing - please try not to harm any Monsters here. Most of them are kind, gentle folk who sometimes do not realize their own strength. That being said, as you are all Monsters - [WINK WINK WINK] - they should settle down if you speak with them.

Any other questions?

((As bolded, please have your characters only remain in the Ruins for right now! We'll open up the Snowdin area on sunday.

Like normal.))

[improbablenotimpossible]

[His... name... his face...

monsters vanishing... Ren's death... it's too much.

Slowly, like a felled tree, his knees buckles and he drops down face-first into the ground.]

[foundationmods]

Oh my!

[Toriel's gonna rush over.]

[cw_suicide]

[... you hate to see it confirmed about potential theories, folks.

but also immeasurable relief on more than a few fronts.

but also exhausted and a little brain fried and where is gf and bf/mistress.]

[finalring]

Holmes!

[ solomon is also racing to catch him, giving toriel a look that's somewhere between exhaused and two steps from an anxiety attack. ]

We've had a rough past few days. They need to rest.

[dereban]

...

[She doesn't have anything to ask, but she's quickly opening her notebook and checking it.]

There's an empty written page...

[sageking]

[ ...That was actually rather exhausting, but he'll be fine.

He'll glance to the others for a moment, Sherlock one of them, as Toriel ran to his collapsed form. ]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He just gives a barely audible whine as he's caught from hitting his face against the ground]

[le_mat]

[One moment he's apologizing in his heart to Nine and Red, for failing so completely. The next he's in this place again. He's shaking... that meant, that meant that Sherlock-

-Sherlock??! He KNOWS HIS NAME?!

But before he can frantically search his memory for who he, assumes, they voted for instead he sees said man fall and rushes to his side]

Holmes-san!!

[justonezero]

[He's also just going to flop on the ground but that's probably more excusable because he is a noodle.]

A-again...?

[He wants to cry.]

[accessorytomurder]

[Well, gf is still clutching her (un...used?) can of pepperspray, shaking like a leaf.

[lovecolored]

[ Marisa's hand goes to her lantern in her coat again, but there's no one advancing to swing it at this time. ]

--dammit!

[ Swing. Swing.

Her arm grinds to a halt, and she backs away from the group. There's a rush of adrenaline going through her, but--who was she fighting off, again? ]

Fuck!

[ Her hand is shaking. ]

[foundationmods]

Yes, of course - Please, all of you, come to my home. There is not enough beds for all of you, but it is at least comfortable.

[She very gently takes Sherlock from him, slinging him over her back as if he weighs nothing.]

[accessorytomurder]

A... aah. We... made it?

[Her knees give way.

She's clutching that can of hers in a white-knuckled grip.]

[cw_suicide]

[well if there's a misfire that's fine.

it's time to drape gf either way]

[ugly_split_ends]

...

...

...Have the monsters here ever considered the merits of establishing a more democratic system of government?

[white_camellia]

So then, it is not linked to that, at least... I wonder however, why it did not do so earlier. Its reaction would seem to imply... This will be difficult.

[finalring]

Thank you. I apologize for coming in like this.

[ he looks to the rest of the group, his gaze full of concern. ]

Please follow her.

[accessorytomurder]

[She drops the can and clutches at him, desperately.]

[ugly_split_ends]

[gasping in shock!!]

You're still here?!

[improbablenotimpossible]

...Ama...miya?

[He barely forms the words before Toriel helpfully picks him up from Solomon's catch]

[cw_suicide]

[time to just sit on the ground and do some clutching, yeah.]

[le_mat]

Yeah, yeah I'm... here. I think? You...

[he looks at Toriel]

I think you got a little heat stroke from the hike, yeah?

[onemolife]

[ He's erased-


No he's just sitting on the ground again. ]

[oceanicbutterfly]

[Oh, you're still here.]