Who: Mikasa and open with some closed prompts
When: Throughtout the month
Where: Mainly in Aefenglom
What: Full moon things and quests plus some investigating
Warnings: Some body horror for the full moon and some casual parital nudity, will add more if needed
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Mettaton returns with just as much energy as before, all of the kids wearing new shoes, as promised! And yes, of course at least one of the Fauns found a sparkly (yet sturdy) shoe to be an attractive pick... Mettaton only enabled this. (It's fortunate that this isn't a time period where shoes of poor construction are mass-manufactured. Mettaton's taking them somewhere he trusts for Monster shoes, anyway.) One of the Fauns excitedly runs up to Mikasa to show her how good they look, because they like Mikasa and want to show off. They are ready to walk ANY distance.
Mettaton's already asking who wants to go next, and more of the kids, affected by the flashy display of their peers, opt to volunteer: a mixed group of more Monsters and humans.
Before he departs again, Mettaton hops to Mikasa's side an observes the set-up she'd made out of what he readily assumes are mats intended to falsify falls or landings by actors. His return roused some of them, but harder sleepers who are exhausted might still be conked out under her watch. For a moment, the robot kneels at her side.]
You're awfully vigilant... What do you think?
[Of the theater, of the shoes, the kids, whatever.]
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Mikasa...Hadn't been expecting much. She'd grown up in the warmest district. Though she had seen a few horses, the merchant ones that would be walking for a long time with socks, when they'd gone on that training exercise. The bleeting faun got a blink as the fae tilted her head, kneeling a little to look... A small nod. ]
They look...comfortable... [Not the best compliment. But it's enough for the calf to start hopping and jumping around so ALL can see their booties. Which meant her and Mettaton could talk without being interrupted. Not that the children had done much of that. Cautious, like she had been at their age.]
It's better than I expected. There's not many draughts or leaks. There are worse places... I'm glad you knew of it.
[It was an attempt at praise. Because it really was a good spot. Possibly a bit too good and she intended to stay just in case someone else had laid claim to it. But compared to the cold warehouse floor this place was amazing.]
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Of course. [He tosses his head and flips his hair.] I would know if it, naturally. I spend a lot of my time in these parts, as you'd expect.
[He doesn't shirk his duties when it comes to aiming for the top, but there's not the same sort of impromptu urgency TV has... It's a strange affair, to be among other performers, too. That was the greatest culture shock and many months ago, he even found his spirit battered thanks to the need for competition atop a disfiguring change to his body, where welts and pain and ache were his norm.
Things have gone a long way since then. A boost in comfort meant a boost in confidence, and harnessing his magic and reclaiming his soul helped realign Mettaton. When he told Mikasa in Feoveur that Bonds were a key to feeling all right, he meant that in his case, they were his key to feeling like he had a soul at all. Being an Undertale Monster is suffering.
But this is a lot of introspection for thinking about a place to house some kids. It just happens that Mettaton's making the Entertainment District ever more of his domain, and he's pleased with his progress.]
Someday, I hope even this theater could be used for its intended purpose... But! We can use it in the meanwhile. We may as well! [He flashes her a grin while the Faun child struts their stuff, hopping around erratically. A break in their otherwise stolid demeanor, having weathered unwelcoming conditions beforehand.
Though Mettaton casts an aside glance about the room and pulls a face, wrinkling his nose as he comments lowly,] I hope they give it a different finish. Green? Please. The decor is ghastly in here...
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...You spend your time in abandoned buildings? [But she snorts, turning to watch the prancing, ears twitching at the echo of the hooves hitting the wooden floors.]
It will be. [It's certain. Not out of knowledge of that industry or anything. She'd made her lack of knowledge there clear.] It's a large building, it would have been repurposed by now if there wasn't intreast in the performances. [She didn't know theater, but she knew how quickly things would be seized and put to use.
And the mention of the decor makes her look at him. Then at the walls, scanning them.]
...What's wrong with green? It's like being outside... [She liked green...]
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[Wake up, Mikasa! Lose yourself to the dizzying lights of the other attractions the Entertainment District has to offer, including, well, Mettaton!!
Or don't.
But she has a point about these buildings remaining vacant and unused for as long as they have. People want performance back, and it's up to performers to make it so. Mettaton feels a fiery determination at the prospect and smiles at the venue, only for her to remind him of his problem with ... the decor.]
What's wrong? This is the shade of green, darling. Come on. You have to agree... It's a sickly color, for being outside!!
[Plus, the pink-and-red deal on top? Not a great combination. Mettaton tsks and shakes his head. It's not terribly important, and it's not like he's either owning this theater nor being paid to redecorate it according to his standards...
(But what if he made a venture out of owning real estate??? Mettaton spaces off for a moment.)
...Before snapping his fingers.]
Well! I have more shoes to buy. More children to lead. You can sit here and think about the outside, if pale green strikes a chord with you... Haha.
[Like he's giving her a dry retort to that, too! Same vein of humor, perhaps. Mettaton can be rather sassy. He wiggles his fingers at Mikasa and bounces to go collect some kids for yet another trip, trips he would take until all of them were properly Shoe'd.]
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Ironically for a girl who'd spent the first half of her life living in an isolated cabin in the woods.
But his upset at the decor makes her take another look. Head tilting back to look at the ceiling.] It looks like moss... [She kinda liked it. Reminded her of the dappled light in the woods. How it looked as it went through the trees. Though her lips do pull back into a cringe after a moment.]
I don't like those cravings on the ceiling... [The gold-painted ones. Those looked gaudy, even to her low standards. But he's getting a snort as he leaves again. She's fine watching over the kids that wanted to make use of their new free time by napping. They deserved it.]