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with a character who canonically has, at the very least, teleporting abilities, crossovers and working into other situations can be explained easily.

wrong turn somewhere in time and space. endless possibilities, endless crossovers chances. he would be aware of aus, and aware different things are out there but would not be an expert on what exactly he could run into. aware of different versions of himself and friends with a few, but not all individually, just as a concept. as for different fandom worlds, it's just a longer and more disorienting jump? and getting stuck is a posibility, whether characters meet at the point of a jump or any amount of time after one. hours, days, months.

default rp setting:

[personal au?]

after coming above ground a few months ago (after the pacifist route?) the monsters who wanted to, had been integrated into surface life. it was still slightly uncommon to see one, but it wasn't a rarity. living among humans (and furries or supernatural humans, depending) and some work places / schools had opened up to the integration program. of course there was racism or rather "specisism", as there always is with change, but that was just one of the struggles.

rules had been put in place: (but breaking them was not unheard of)

- no public magic usage.

- magic could not be used to harm a human.

- no actual battles, publicly.

- interspecies couples were taboo.

- some places had a monster curfew.

- and privately owned places had the right to deny monsters access. cafes, renters, etc.

sans had managed to get himself a small studio apartment. opting to be an ambassador between monsters and humans. but this wasn't a full-time job or a paid position, so he scraped by, work in anywhere that would take him. often odd jobs or back alley shops.

his apartment is a small studio. two rooms, bathroom and main room. with a basic kitchenette, microwave, couch, tv and mattress that came with the apartment. the only things he actually owns are too many blankets and pillows on the bare mattress, and a few extra clothes. there are junk food wrappers, cans, bottles and solo cups scattered around. it is not tidy, despite him not owning much. the bathroom is more of a wet room, and has one very generic bar of soap that came with the place, and one towel that looks old. one roll of untouched toilet paper, sitting on top of the toilet.

something like this but with a blanket and pillow covered mattress on the floor, more food wrappers and clothes about, and a little basic kitchen off to the side.

ideas:

:arrow_forward: you're in the same friend circle but it's like, friend of a close friend's friend. seen each other at a few parties / events but never really spoken. and now, you find yourself standing outside his apartment door at 11pm with nowhere else to go. ( friends out of town / roommate kicked you out / locked out / missed the last train / whatever ) a few text between the mutual friend of a friend assures you this is fine, but it still feels wrong. clutching a bag of takeout food as a peace offering, from the only place open at this time.

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:arrow_forward:  "this place isn't for me either, buddy" the figure looking out over the balcony spoke. aware of y/c's presence without even looking back, as if he could feel the indecision in y/c's feet. and he was right. dressed to the nines to impress some snooty higher ups? what a joke. this whole event was one butt-kissing ego party.

the figure, just tall enough to get a nice lean on the rails, pat the space beside him, inviting y/c closer. "dragged along just to get ditched too? don't worry. i don't think anyone down there will be ing us... no 'hourdervers' up here-" completely butchering that word as he let out a little chuckle, finally glancing back over his shoulder.

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:arrow_forward: uh- um... come back, i'm thinking...

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