thisavrou | ☠ VIDEO (dated october 15)

[Normally, Sans prefers text. It helped him sidestep the inevitable set of questions that arose when most humans got a look at him. Of course, text had its limitations. There was something about the old book that couldn't be directly translated through a roughshod filter of comic sans.

Lack of experience translates to poor focus when the video starts streaming, but aside from that blurriness the feed is notably steady. No gaps, no garbled words, no sudden disconnects. A nice change of pace for anyone who attempted network communication in the past couple weeks.]

Testing, one, two. [The video is focused on an old book, open to a few blurry pages.] Seems like the Nerd Herd came through, so here's hoping I am too. [Anyway.] These last few weeks I've been pretty booked checking out the library. There're some racy tomes in there, fyi, for those of you into that kinda thing.

[He flips the page. And, while blurry, the hand doing the flipping is definitely... fleshless. The page itself is hard to pick out specifics, but a lot of it appears to be annotated with handwritten notes.]

This one's a bit on the dry side, but for all the former Thisavrou residents... Well, looks like whoever survived came up with a nifty name for what went down with Mother. The Great Catastrophe. Catchy, right?

I'm gonna upload some pages. I get the feeling people who lived through it might be able to speak to its accuracy more than me. [The pages come in later, thankfully much more readable than the video.] Reason I'm wondering is, uh...

[He uploads another page. This one mentioning a passage of light. It bluntly details how several crew members walked into, but did not return.]

Look, I get the Ingress's been gone for three hundred years, but... sound familiar to anyone else?

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[The sudden switch to video brings fresh recognition, and Sans can't help but laugh at how different and yet similar a person can look with a year of lost time between them.]

Haha, holy crap. Hey, man... guess you've been holding up, huh?

As much as I can. [It's offered with a wry grin.] Did you only return recently? I don't remember seeing you on Thisavrou.

Yeah, m'afraid I missed that boat entirely. Which... guess is for the best, all things considered.

[It made plenty of things easier, at least. Not so with a few others, but the former outweighed the latter significantly.]

Heard it was rough, though.

It probably is, at this point.

[He doesn't sound bitter, actually- he's only agreeing with Sans.]

At some points, it was. The last few months were exceptionally difficult. Mental mindtrips, quarantines, wanted fugitives- we had... a lot more than any of us wanted or bargained for, I'd say.

Was it everyone? That got wrapped up in the intermediaries? I know some people got hit harder, but I thought maybe a few people escaped without those guys scrambling eggs in their brain pans.

[It's perhaps a more direct question than is typical for Sans, but situations changed. The filling in of gaps created an urgency that surprised even him, to be frank. Being out of the loop was something he hadn't experienced in, well...

It'd been a while.]

[He nods.] Everyone who came from the Moira, and those who came from the Ingress on Thisavrou as well. They didn't leave anyone to chance- even the ones who had only recently arrived were placed with us.

It was... a mess, for a lack of a better term.

Dunno if there is a better term for what went down, so I hear. Nothing family-friendly, anyway.

[To say the least.]

So how about you? Hope it's not too personal to ask if you're in touch with your own reality.