Event Log: June, What Lies Beneath

[faileas]

Event Log: June, What Lies Beneath

Down, Down, Down The group leaves on the morning of the 16th, a band consisting of Mirrorbound, Theodore and Sowilo from the Coven, and one of the two returned Wilders to lead the way. The latter three will only be present for the first leg of the journey: from the North Gate to the Northern Outpost by teleporter, then a few hours' hike to the site. A tunnel yawns open, fallen rocks built up around it in mounds. Everyone is offered enchanted lanterns to light the way, and their guide takes them perhaps a mile down before he and the pair from the Coven must part ways with the Mirrorbound. The poorly-lit tunnel leads steadily downward. The way is marked by their gracious hosts to be, with arrows drawn in softly-glowing algae painting the walls so there is no mistaking which way to go; a good thing, because the deeper the party goes, the more tunnels branch off of the largest one, twisting and turning into the dark. It takes some hours to reach a familiar cavern lit with algae and glowing crystals, a herd of the velvet wormipedes idly milling about the small lake and stream that led into town in the dream. Much nicer long boats are set up and waiting to take them deeper, along with respectfully quiet Monster guards to steer them. They take a slightly different route from the dream, but before long, they reach the curtain of grayish green moss that dangles down into the water, stretched across the wide tunnel exit like a membrane. It parts on its own as the boats pass, though beware if you are infected by the Cwyld - it will not allow passage, only reach out long, tough tendrils to try and envelop you, the touch of it burning acid-bright where it is harmless for those uninfected. Past the curtain of strange moss, the cavern city opens up before them, vast and spacious, dimly lit with more algae, crystals, and softly glowing orbs of magic. It's like being plunged into an eternal twilight, somehow soft, cast in gentle colors. The boats bypass the markets this time, drifting farther down a branching stream into the city proper, to dock next to stone platforms. The winding streets and flowing canals branch out all around them with no rhyme or reason, the city sprung up around the natural layout of the caverns rather than the other way around. Buildings are carved out of tall stone spires, the windows and doors covered in fluttering silk, many of which are pulled away so that fascinated locals can peer out at the scene unfolding. The Matriarch herself comes to greet the group, ringed at the back by spear-carrying guards, all Monsters. A tall, long-limbed Arachne woman bearing battle scars and stark white hair, she looks perhaps in her 30s, and speaks with a booming, commanding voice, amplified by a charm. As she speaks, ten Wilders are released from silk rope bonds and nudged to join the Mirrorbound; they're a little roughed up, perhaps, and shaken, but none are seriously injured. A few Monsters also make the rounds, placing copper tokens in the hands of ten individuals. "Welcome, travelers! This meeting was foretold and so it has come to pass. During your stay you will be treated as our honored guests. You may come and go as you please, but we ask that you use the same tunnel you entered through; we have not yet re-secured the other entrances from Cwyld nor the tribes. I would hate for danger to befall you while you are under my care." Her smile is wide, her eight eyes bright, and her teeth are very sharp. "We have prepared temporary residences for your use. I hope you will stay for the celebrations. I look forward to meeting with some of you very soon." Notably, she does not mention the surface where from the Mirrorbound came, and those around her do not ask.

I. The City The Mirrorbound receive mixed reactions from the Underground. Some are fascinated by these visitors personally invited by the Matriarch and allowed past the markets; others are wary and suspicious, believing them to be wolves in sheep's clothing. In the city proper, most passing Monsters are armed, but this doesn't seem to be anything new. Still, step cautiously - plenty do not take well to even unknowing offense and will pick a fight, or may see these guests as easy, weak targets to pickpocket or mug in the dark corners of the twisting streets. The guards only step in if things take a turn for the worse or if the fight is very obviously imbalanced - they step in more for Witches being attacked than Monsters, because they feel Witches require protection more. Still, not all are so unscrupulous: more citizens are delighted to talk, even if they still seem skeptical about a whole world up above. Mirrorbound, as guests of the Matriarch, are given nearly free run of the city, allowed to explore such locations as the marketplace, the library, the shops, the schools (the Arena for Monsters and the Academy for Witches), and the tunnels and caverns outside the protective moss barriers. The only places they (and most locals) are expressly barred from are the Matriarch's audience hall, the upper level of the library, and the guards' barracks. a. The Marketplace The marketplace is much larger than previously thought - it rings the entire city, and stalls spill onto the streets of the inner city as well in a lazy sprawl. There are some shops with actual buildings, but they're fewer and more expensive: alchemy and apothecary shops, a couple of restaurants, a weapons shop or two, nice clothing shops. Most, though, are independent merchants who set up and take down their stalls every day and night. Any number of Underground-sourced foods, clothing, weapons, trinkets, and more can be found at the stalls; they barter, or exchange chips of precious metals and gems, but they'll take cune coins with fascination. The marketplaces are the liveliest areas of the city with Monsters and Witches alike, from all walks of life, mingling and sharing gossip and idle talk. Those who lost items to the burrowing hyenas at the Northern Outpost some months ago should keep an eye out: the hyenas are fairly common down here, serving the roles of pets or working dogs for Underground citizens, and a few merchants deal in more interesting goods. The missing items can be found scattered across some stalls, and the merchants will gleefully tell perusers that these things come from the surface, aren't they fascinating? Don't you want to buy? Luckily, it shouldn't be too hard to get your things back. They'll take all manner of interesting trinkets in trade. b. Library The library is bound to be a popular stop. Monsters get some strange looks if they enter the spire just off the courtyard from the Academy, but they aren't barred from entry; most just feel that reading is for Witches. The building is only two levels - one closed off at the top, guards keeping everyone out, and the rest is just one very tall floor ringed with a spiral of platforms and stairs to access the honeycomb-shaped shelves built into the walls. All their books are written on scrolls of silk, and the librarians bark at patrons to be delicate with them, some are very old. If one has endless time, the scrolls can offer a look at life Underground: historical accounts of past Matriarchs, brave warriors and battles against nomadic tribes or hideous beasts, their history as they know it, scrolls on offensive and defensive magic for Witches, fighting techniques for Monsters, information on their unique flora and creatures that can be found outside the city, and even plenty of fiction - sword and sorcery novels all set in the tunnels and the city. It's just a bit difficult to find what, specifically, you're looking for, because if there's any kind of organization, it only makes sense to the deep-dwelling denizens. Maybe make it a team effort! You'll also need some simple translation spells, because their system of writing is quite different to the common system in Aefenglom; even then, it may not be accurate on older scrolls. c. The Guest Villa Those who choose to spend several days in the Underground are given modest accommodations in a tall stone building. These guest chambers boast gentle lighting, wide beds, backless sofas, potted decorative fungi, and stone furniture. It's... cozy, with humble individual rooms and larger common rooms for gathering. The algae grows in delicate patterns across the walls, pulsing in soft colors. They've gone out of their way to provide what comfort they can, but there aren't enough rooms for everyone to have their own - everyone will need to share with one or two others, so choose someone you can get along with.

II. The Tunnels Mirrorbound are not restricted only to the city. There are many entrances to the cavern where it resides, the openings all covered with sheets of that same gray-green moss; some wider tunnels obviously see more use than other, narrower ones, and the footpath of many Underground denizens is easy enough to trace, the stone worn smooth. The path to the velvet wormipede cavern is one of them; they're raised as livestock, all at once food, transportation, and producers of silk and hide for clothing. This is much the same as the dream. Another well-worn tunnel leads upward to an agricultural center, though, and still more lead out into the wild. They're warned, but not hindered, before they leave for anywhere other than the farms or the livestock cavern; dangers abound in the Underground. Those who do much wandering may notice something going on as well; the guards stationed at each tunnel mouth can often be found talking to each other in low voices about an unknown red algae that seems to be growing on the protective moss. It can be found primarily around the lesser-used tunnels so far, starkly bright against the dull green, and this seems to be a point of concern... a. A Botanist's Dream It's a short walk down a wide, inviting tunnel to reach the place where the city grows fungi and underground plants for food and medicine. Large rats and hyenas both are present to keep opportunist creatures and insects from demolishing the carefully-cultivated beds of rock and soil, and small blind fish swim about in the large pool of shallow water, in which grows something like seaweed. One of their primary sources of food, besides bug and rat, are mushrooms of many sorts - all the types that grow in the farms are edible, though some may be an... acquired taste. The Fauns and Witches who tend the beds are happy to offer samples of anything that can be eaten raw; they're most enthusiastic about a type of spherical mushroom whose cap opens up to reveal what tastes and feels like savory cotton candy, and a type of flat fungi that tastes sweet and fizzy and offers a heightened good mood for an hour after. b. The Wild Underground The lesser used tunnels are a different story. A mile out from the city, Cwyld runs in thick black veins through the stone walls, infecting the sparse plants and many creatures that live out there. Careful not to touch. Infected and uninfected creatures both are highly dangerous to explorers, including stone-burrowing moles with wicked teeth and claws that can cut through metal like butter, vicious white wasps that carry lethal venom, and berserker vampire bats that survive on the blood of other animals and people alike. Some infected fungi give off blindingly-bright flashes when disturbed, while others will cause rashes and blisters on contact. Explorers are warned not to touch anything if they can help it. As well, the nomad tribes roam the less-civilized tunnels and caverns. These are small bands of usually Monsters of different types in mixed groups, though some can be found dragging humans along with them. Nearly all of them are some degree of feral, and plenty bear Cwyld infections in different stages of seriousness. They don't stop to ask questions before they'll attack anyone, including each other, in hopes of robbing them blind and leaving them for dead. As vicious and quick as they are, perhaps it's no wonder they value strength in the city?

III. Graduation Day (21st - 23rd) The Underground does not have 'Litha' as Aefenglomites know it, but come the 21st, they do have a major celebration. They simply call it the New Year, or Graduation Day, depending on what festivities are asked about, because the three days serve as both. At this time of year, with more magic in the air, the algae and crystals glow much brighter, cycling naturally through different colors that cast beautiful rainbows across the imposing stone structures. This display is how they mark the start of a new year, and it coincides with the graduation of young Monsters from the Arena and Witches from the Academy. The New Year is a time to celebrate Bonding, partying, and showing off one's skills in the hopes of attracting a new Bondmate or romantic partner. Tensions can also rise high as rivalries are settled, and small brawls in the streets are common; the guards don't interfere, again, unless things get too dangerous. They're content to let citizens work out their own issues, but unfortunately, this means Mirrorbound may get dragged in on occasion! Small fights are also a tried and true tradition to show off one's abilities around this time of year. It serves multiple purposes: attracting a Bondmate, establishing a place in the unspoken hierarchy of the city, and working out problems with others. Monsters are more likely to start brawls than Witches, though it isn't wholly uncommon to bear witness to two rival Witches throwing spells at each other in an alleyway over their grievances. They're more likely to be stopped, as magic can be quite destructive. a. A Matching Pair The un-Bonded should take precautions during the New Year celebrations. These fascinating newcomers are bound to draw the eye of curious locals, and they may put on a violent or flashy show trying to draw your attention in return! The most common way to show that you're already taken during the celebrations is with face-painting: several stands set up around the marketplace with cosmetics and brushes, and two (or three, or more) people painting matching designs on their faces and bodies signify them as a set - either Bonded or intending to Bond. That doesn't mean there won't still be competition for your heart, but it will lessen significantly, especially if you're a Monster-Witch pair already. b. Exhibitions Primarily intended for the graduating classes of Monsters and Witches, the exhibitions are an official stage set for their coming-of-age; this year, however, the Matriarch has decreed that Mirrorbound may participate as well, in the interests of getting to know one another! They're interested to see what these strange travelers can do, especially against some of their own. Mirrorbound are encouraged by excitable locals if they seem reticent, but of course, no one is forced. (Just don't be surprised if you're called a coward for refusing!) At the Arena, a massive sunken ring with stone benches for spectators ringing the whole of it, young Monsters learn combat skills, with and without weapons, and how to harness their unique physiologies in the dangerous world of the Underground. Their yearly exhibition fights take place all through the three days of the New Year, and young Monsters battle each other til first blood to the cheers and jeers of citizens (and more importantly, Witches) come to watch. The longer the battle, the more impressive it is - and Monster Mirrorbound will have no shortage of eager opponents wanting to test their skills against the unknown. Generally, the fights result in bruises, small cuts, and little else, but rivals for the same Witch might take it farther on purpose before they're wrenched away from each other by the teachers. Meanwhile, at the Academy, the tallest stone spire building in the city, young Witches learn magic from a young age. It isn't exactly the same as magic taught at the Coven, but many concepts are similar - barriers, evocation, enchantments meant for weapons or shields, healing, most of the magic they're taught at this younger age is for combat, protection or practical purposes. They only learn more frivolous magics after graduation. Much like their Monster counterparts, they give solo or duet shows of their flashier and more impressive magical skills in the courtyard, with many citizens coming to watch and take stock of the new generation. Mirrorbound Witches may find themselves being cajoled into putting on a show of their own by curious locals wanting to know what kinds of magic are taught elsewhere.

IV. Aefenglom - Litha (21st - 23rd) Meanwhile, for those who have chosen to stay above-ground or those who have left early, Litha comes once more to Aefenglom, bringing with it beautiful pink and purple skies, a far departure from last year's red tint. It has the city in a much cheerier mood for the celebrations. While they know that several Mirrorbound left for a while, they don't seem too aware of the actual mission, and have very little to say on the matter - they'd rather have a nice Litha, after last year's bad omens! Many of the activities from last year return, better than before, including the brothels opening up their doors (showing off all the wonderful new styles in lingerie!), collecting flowers to put under one's pillow in order to dream of future partners, and wandering the hedge mazes that have been magically constructed in certain parts of the city. Seeing off ships happens regularly as well, citizens setting floating candles into the harbor and river to wish them luck. a. Love Boats A new attraction for Litha is being rolled out this year right on the River Temese! Near the gate, an enterprising Faun has set up a few small boats, each just big enough for two and shielded with fine gauzy curtains for privacy. Couples are invited to buy a ride down the river together, assured it will certainly set the mood. Those who have no partners are offered (or cajoled) to be randomly paired with someone, because perhaps it's fate! The boats drift lazily down the river and stop on their own next to a small dock right before they reach the Harbor. Unless you're willing to swim, hopefully you like your boat partner, because you're stuck with them the whole ride. b. Predictive Pools One bathhouse in the Entertainment District has laid an enchantment on one of their semi-public baths for Litha. When two people stand in the water together, bare, it will begin to glow and take on one of a handful of colors that they say will predict the pair's compatibility level! Sexually, romantically? Well, why not both? The only thing is, they've lost the instructions, and cannot seem to remember what color means "most compatible" and what color means "not compatible at all"... As a reminder, all sexual content should be clearly marked in comment headers, or else moved to a comm-locked log or personal inbox! Be good to each other.

Welcome to June's Event Log, What Lies Beneath! The Underground will be open until mid-July at minimum, and possibly longer. Characters can come and go if they're willing to make the trip multiple times. As always, please direct your questions here! The NPC threads will take place here. Aaand, the Action Tracker is right here! Make sure to let us know what your characters have been up to, good and bad, by July 7th, as this will help determine how Mirrorbound-Underground relations might proceed in the future!

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[glitzandglamour]

[Yeah, touching him might not be the greatest idea. He's very metal, and very conductive.

He focuses his attention on her, but only fleetingly, grinning like an idiot even still. The robot hums, all of that overabundant energy shocked right out his system. In its wake is a whole lot of nothing. He can scarcely reflect over what he'd been doing, save for the fact that it was fun, it was distracting, it was a rush...

Later, he might consider that he was being more than just a bit loopy toward her. Right now is not that moment.

He springs to his feet in one motion, unwisely. He manages, but stumbles backwards, metal slamming into brick with a resounding crash. He is beauty, and he is grace.]

H-Hmmmm...? Y... Yes, darling?

[He looks around, confused. Mettaton holds himself against this wall, trying to get his legs to stand straight and not knock-kneed.]

[inlikethebrume]

[She's had worse. Lightning shocks are tame compared to feeling your soul get cracked.]

Whoa, take it slow before you get hurt! [Again.] But...how are you feeling?

[Are you no longer wanting to chase? Mira's cautious considering but her concern kind of overrides it. There were a few people looking their way but walk off after seeing that there isn't any harm done. Or at least she hopes not.]

[glitzandglamour]

[Mettaton thrives on getting hurt. He spent months just being hurt when he got here and he relished it, being able to feel something at all... But he'd admit that maybe it's not the best feeling he could have. Fortunately, being made of all that metal means that the pain doesn't register all too strongly.

The greater struggle is reclaiming each circuit and wire in his body, trying to recalibrate his awareness of it all. Truthfully, he's not artificial intelligence, so he doesn't pick up on it immediately... Being electrocuted always tends to feel like the first time he ever tried to operate this body. So he slumps somewhat against the wall.]

I'm having a wonderful time. [He says it with his eye closed, leaning his head against the wall. He doesn't know what he's doing, but he knows he was excited to be near Mira and it's Litha... So that must be accurate.] Don't worry about me, darling. I'm impossible to permanently damage. Given... I'm a robot. Haha.

[He flashes her a smile. He tries to remember what they were talking about before... this? But he can't. Not really. Maybe he was asking her what she wanted to do. That sounds about right. To divert the attention away from her worry, he "repeats" what he thinks was a question he had, at some point.]

Wh... What was it you said you'd like to do, gorgeous?

[inlikethebrume]

But...you still can take damage.

[Mettaton, you might be weird and say you'll be fine but it doesn't mean that she will stop worrying. And now this is where it will get awkward. Didn't he remember that she didn't want to be in this place? That she was trying to get away from all the forced love being shoved down her throat? Mira honestly should just go and just be done with it but she cannot just leave him behind like this. After all, she is responsible for him being like this right now. Or so she believes.]

I didn't say.

[She tugs at her arm, looking off to the side. She doesn't want to stay but she doesn't want to leave Mettaton alone. That's not how you treat a friend.]

I...don't know what I want to do.

[glitzandglamour]

[The robot glosses over his ability to take damage, and even waves a hand dismissively at her concern for him. As far as he's cares, people are to think of him as damageable, perhaps, but repairable. Easy. His creator's here! She can fix anything that happens to him. He wiggles his fingers to show her that he's fine. Rotates his wrists. Stands up straight. Pulls himself together in record time, as though nothing has happened to him at all.

He does this through sheer force of will alone, and he smirks at her, cocksure, but eye unfocused.]

Is that so. Yes... Right. I remember.

[Mettaton acts like he remembers her having not told him what she wanted. Then he remembers all at once his odd behavior over the past few minutes toward his friend, and stares at the sky in realization, ears perking up. Oh, no.]

..... Ah. It seems I've gotten a little... Wrapped up. In the festivities...

[He's still smiling, but it's a vacant smile. Yes... Caught up in the festivities. Caught up in the craze of Litha. . . ? (MTT is shoving the thought of the Underground so far from his mind that denial in the dictionary is next to his face.)]

You know how it is. Crazed with love! Ahahaha... Are you all right, Mira?

[He regards her directly, eye focused, composure neat. Beginning the dreadful realization that he has something to apologize for: namely, his behavior uncontrolled. What got into him...?! He crosses his arms, standing evenly, as though no electrocution has even happened. Good as ever.]

[inlikethebrume]

[And what happens if the damage done cannot be repaired? That's something that worries her because even the biggest, toughest, and most durable robots can not only be harmed but they can be killed. Just ask her if the chance comes up and she can tell him about the Ultima Weapon, Omega, and just recently, the Ruby Weapon which is an entire nightmare in itself. Ok two were piloted but even so, that's still a thing.

The fact that he smiles doesn't throw Mira off, it just gets a stare back and a fold of her arms. She knows that's a lie because she had yelled that she wanted to get away from all of this. And it worries her that she did much more damage than she had anticipated. A little wrapped up?! He was even worse than usual! And it seems that he's aware of it now. Poor guy.]

I'm fine. It's not the worst I've been through.

[Physically at least. She tries to give him a smile in return but the worry is still etched on her face. If this is what love truly is, then she has some serious questions. Mainly is this truly the actual power of the Flame in the Abyss?]

Will you be?

[glitzandglamour]

[That creeping realization that he might have something to apologize for is shoved away for the moment, likely to eat away at him for later. His damage isn't bad: he didn't experience pain, but the disorientation from it still makes him shudder. It all comes back to him quickly, refreshed and rebooted out of his fever though he is.

So quickly she went from staunchly determined to return to her office, he recalls, to dwelling here for his sake. His sake, despite his loss of control — and it was no small wonder that she should've felt inclined toward running. It's a way to get company, that's for sure...

To her question, he doesn't even need to think. He nods.]

I'll be fine. I'm always fine... haha.

[To emphasize just how fine he is, he leans against the wall behind him and raises a leg, tracing a claw along his thigh... sexily... god.]

Don't worry about me, darling. [A beat.] Litha isn't your cup of tea, is it?

[A prompt, assuming she's wanting to depart. He's at least not crazed and predatory anymore... He tips his head.]

[inlikethebrume]

You're not fine. That's something said only when you do not wish to make someone worry; trust me, I've done that myself.

[It's strange. She wouldn't pursue it as much if it were a stranger but what she says to him is blunt and straight to the point. Mira only feels she could say that because of recent events; it's not often that she breaks down and expresses her worries outside of her Bonded. It's what he deserves from her, no less.]

That's a little too late because that's what people do when they care about someone: we want to see them happy, we worry when they get hurt, we get scared if we think they're in danger, and we tell them if something is wrong because hiding it will always end up biting someone in the arse sooner or later. I can't do that to you.

[Which also means she too should speak about her own worries.]

I would not be so against it if the feeling was not forced on me. At that point, it is not love they are spreading but manipulation. You cannot force someone to feel love otherwise they will want to push back in means of protecting themselves. I knew from the beginning that this time was not good for me and decided to stay away because I didn't wish to be any kind of hindrance or cause harm for those wishing to celebrate.

And that's what happened. People trying to force the matter on me despite my attempts in being polite until it got too much. It would be fine if they left me alone but it didn't happen.

[Not only that, it sadly reminds her of times where her choice or her options didn't matter one bit. Can anyone blame her for feeling uncomfortable or trying to run? She should know about love, hells, that's the source of power used to fuel the Flame in the Abyss. But freely given, not forced.]

[glitzandglamour]

[... What?

Mettaton's ears spring upright. At his core, the Puca is a very expressive robot. Almost uncannily so, and were he to have never claimed to have a soul, it would be... a lot of emoting done for an inorganic being. Mira's treated to the fleeting pleasure of a look of alarm, wide-eyed and smile screwing up as she calls him out for "Not Being Fine, Only Saying So To Assuage Her Worries." He's not on his best game in this moment, which makes acting all the harder to do.

For a moment, he contemplates telling her he has to go.

But then she continues on to talk about her worries, and he relaxes. Cants his head; his ears fold back some, neutral. One leans forward sometimes, as he appraises her feeling on Litha, love, and being forced into it all. He nods, pressing a curled finger to his lower lip.]

Ah... [One of his ears folds back. It's a hint of displeasure.] I didn't realize... you were being treated that way, here. Say. Do you think people would leave you be... if I remained at your side, darling?

[He doesn't feel so inclined to run, talking about her worries. It gives him a chance to collect himself. Even so, his ears flatten somewhat, the both of them in his sheepishness.]

But if you're set on returning... I understand. I thought you might find something pleasant out of it. ...Instead, you've just been made miserable, I see.

[inlikethebrume]

[He's calmer than she thought he would be. It's odd to find the puca not in the element of being...well, a big idiot who tries to flirt with everyone. Even if Mira doesn't know he does it. But then...its moments like this that she sees him shine brighter than any star in the sky. He might be this TV star thing but it's in moments like this where he truly does sparkle.

Or so she thinks.]

You would...do that for me?

[Perhaps...having someone with her would help her stomach this thing. Now that he's starting to understand a bit why she's been like this, perhaps Mira can try and give a little.]

It would be nice to have some company.

[glitzandglamour]

[Of course, even as he acknowledges that Mira doesn't appreciate being forced into these festive events... that doesn't mean he won't do it again and again. He's like that.

But of course, the Puca brightens up. It sounds to him like she's accepting the offer to stay, given steady company, and company is what he sought all along. Company to drown out the din of his worries, though not to address them. He smiles with his teeth and nods.]

Of course I would, Mira-darling. As long as you don't consider MY company to be so forced... Ha-ha. [He leans forward, eye blowing wide as he claps his hands together.] Ooh, do you want me to pretend to be Bonded to you and everything?? Given that this is Litha... nobody would dare to approach like that! What do you think? You would be VERY unforced, if people think you're already taken by Bond...

[he's a wellspring of ideas...]

[inlikethebrume]

[How many times will she need to shock him for that to get through his head? The world may never know.]

You had asked and not assumed so I would say that this is not forced. [This time.] I think it will be alright.

[And then she stops because did...did he just propose to be like fake courting or something? Where in the hells did that idea come from? Was it because it was Litha and just as he said? But to her, it doesn't make much sense as well as her weighing how good his idea actually is. So assuming that she goes along with it, Mira can assume Mettaton will act as someone in love would be...but what about her? Her fear is that it will not be as convincing on her end and the idea just falls through. Probably not the best way to go but the offer is nice.]

Wouldn't they already be assuming we would be if we are already standing together? Besides, I'm not sure if I would be able to pull it off as good as you would.

[glitzandglamour]

[Mettaton is king of dubious ideas. And what his definition of Bonding is, is equally questionable. Who knows what goes on in that head of is? Her response has him laughing easily, however, as it's the sort of reply he'd expect.]

I doubt many could compare to my talent for acting, yes... But don't sell yourself short, Mira-darling. I'm sure you know how to be Bonded. Just like I do. Yes! You do know how to act, based on experience!

[Does Mettaton know how to act... platonically Bonded? Is that a concept to him? Once again, a dubious plan. He thinks it's a good one as he smiles, though his smile's taken on an edge of smugness at his own genius.]

Though if you're content with my presence alone to indicate our, ahem, "Bond..." Then let my brilliant company express to all onlookers that you are Bonded, and occupied.

[Electrocution's a thing of the past as Mettaton stands tall at Mira's side, hands on his hips and with distance that exceeds distant company. He doesn't flinch at all, but when does Mettaton ever flinch at boundaries broken? Does he have any?]

[inlikethebrume]

It's nothing really, I just stay by them. Am I supposed to do something other than that?

[That's what she did with all her Bonded. Nothing really special because it just felt natural. Maybe on occasion she would lean into them or hold their hand. But Abyss help him he's trying. But she takes notice of his arms and decide to try something a little different: letting her one of her arms link with his.]

This is...alright with you?

[Well, if he says he doesn't like it, she'll find something else.]

[glitzandglamour]

[Mettaton's smile grows. He likes it. It's clear as day. He's an affectionate sort, and close proximity, invading the space of others... He doesn't mind it in the slightest.]

Of course. You understand after all. Yes... Let this be our image of Bonding. They couldn't bother you as thoroughly now!

[Or what, Mettaton? You'll flirt with them? Anyway, it's a good thing he has such flexible, plentiful arm for her to hook into. He's rather tall, and for most it might be an awkward fit. His ears pull back into a satisfied neutrality, and he raises a finger of his other hand.

He's back on an emotional key that is satisfactory, all ills wrapped up nicely and stowed away. No more thoughts of what he just tried to do to Mira, no more thoughts of the reason for his tension that spurred him toward that behavior in the first place. The Puca is placated by contact and company.]

There are so many things they offer that I can't do. Things related to water... I'm sure you understand. [He doesn't tell Mira that he could, if he could shapeshift. Mostly because he doesn't want to have that discussion about why he can't shapeshift.] Instead, how about I take you to get something to eat? Or do you have something else you'd like to do, for fun?

[Not that going to her office and writing couldn't be fun... Just that he'd hoped to interrupt her routine a little. Mettaton, personally, loves to change things up. He doesn't see the harm. He's always wrangled his introverted friends and family into Doing New Things with him.]

[inlikethebrume]

[Hopefully not. Either way, Mira is going to stay close by the puca. There might be a little bit of a tighter grip due to the worry that someone will come by and try something but that's only because it's nerves. It'll be fine.]

It's alright, water isn't necessary to have fun. To be honest, I don't know what they have for fun other than brothels opening up and inviting people in.

[It's funny that he mentions food just as her stomach growls.]

...oh shite, I forgot about that didn't I?

[glitzandglamour]

Of course you would forget... Mira, so wrapped up in the affairs of all else around her, neglects herself. A headline that could scarcely surprise! No worries. Let the robot divine your organic needs...

[He says it as a playful taunt, patting Mira atop her head with his free hand, as he is wont to do with all humans who are shorter than he. Spoilers: most all humans are shorter than him.

It's fortunate, he supposes, that nothing worse came of this encounter. That dragging her here didn't seem to have any ill outcome, that he didn't lose himself to madness, that she was able to stop him as gently as she did. That he didn't have to think any more about what happened Underground — something he just doesn't want to consider.

This would be a pleasant way to distract. Mettaton's not only good at distractions, but he favors them from time to time.]

[inlikethebrume]

[Hey, no need for patting. She only does it to Vani sometimes because he's younger but that's different and he's ok with it.]

Divine? Uh, I would do just fine with a sandwich to be honest. I do not need anything fancy.

[Oh Abyss help her, do not try and find something shiny for her to eat. She's been watching what she puts in her mouth this time around, ok.]