Like a hotel at a party, you don't really want to leave at the end of it. Holding on to the end of the world(tm).
A plural system collectively known as Sans. Constituent Parts are:
swozi, HOLLY, *MF, narra + hangers on. 31, Tired, Furry, here because a bunch of friends decided this was where they were crashing for the foreseeable future. Accidentally turned this into our primary location because it made us pretty comfortable, honestly.
(it's pronounced vox, by the way.)
is that i keep riffing on this paint idea that we have to see what makes us happy and everything is so good and it's absolutely not helping the fact that we want to do something wonderful.
it also has a weird habit of not really getting the bone/ivory effect we're hoping to nail on the helmets of the ""sergeants,"" because like, that just feels fun? but like...i don't know if 'm picking wrong colours to go up from bone white, or what.