Aguril catchall

[stopfen]

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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[glitzandglamour]

The Entertainment District's not all abandoned theaters, you know.

[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.]

[stopfen]

[Noooo, she wanted to be a homebody. Doing her farming and needlework. Eren and Armin wanted to see the world, she just wanted a home.

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.]