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[open] december catch-all
Who: Mettaton (metalcrusher/glitzandglamour) and YOU
When: Deceuer
Where: Throughout Aefenglom, and perhaps even at your doorstep. . .? In your bed??
What: Some winter event prompts, as well as some full moon prompts
Warnings: A touch of body disfiguration, constantly. A lot of prompts, and even more Mettaton.
1. Snow Way Out (12/6 - 12/10)
Lending a Hand
Warm Company
2. Full Moon (12/12)
3. Modranicht (& Modranicht Accessories) (12/17 - 12/23)
Caroling
Kiss-tletoe
Eat, Drink, Be Merry
0. Other
Feel free to get in touch if you'd like me to write up a custom prompt, or reply on the CR meme!
metalcrusher/glitzandglamour) and YOUWhen: Deceuer
Where: Throughout Aefenglom, and perhaps even at your doorstep. . .? In your bed??
What: Some winter event prompts, as well as some full moon prompts
Warnings: A touch of body disfiguration, constantly. A lot of prompts, and even more Mettaton.
1. Snow Way Out (12/6 - 12/10)
1A. β Aristocratic District[Pathways are cleared in a portion of the district, with someone clearly hard at work. And if the rich folks themselves are too reluctant to set foot outdoors, who better to curry their favor than one enterprising robot who can't feel the cold?
But as he worked, Mettaton became distracted by the snow he began piling up in a blank space aside from the buildings. Snow, as he discovered, is very satisfying to dig. With his sore-ridden ears tied and hidden by a burgundy velvet scarf wrapped into something reminiscent of a pin-up's, Mettaton stands in front of an impressive pile of snow, compacted and constructed into what could only be described as... a fashionable snow-burrow, complete with ornamentation and even a sign sculpted atop its entrance: MTT, it reads in curly script. An absolute mad man.
The robotic Puca turns, his gloved fists planted on the closest approximation of his hips while he gestures to his sculpted home.]
I SEE YOU'RE ADMIRING MY HANDIWORK. NOT THAT I COULD BLAME YOU. THIS WOULDN'T BE THE FIRST PROPERTY I'VE OWNED... "OWNED," HA-HA. OR DESIGNED! SO NATURALLY, I HAVE AN EYE FOR PRIME REAL ESTATE.
[He pauses; his screen flashes a dim red.]
THIS... IS ONLY A REPLICA OF THE VISION I HAVE! YES. [Back to the letter M with his display.] ACTUALLY. IF YOU ARE ALSO IN THE BUSINESS OF CLEARING SNOW... WOULD YOU BE A DEAR AND BRING IT MY WAY? I HAVE PLENTY OF OTHER IDEAS TO FLESH OUT... AND I HAVE TO ADMIT. IT'S ODDLY SATISFYING, DIGGING THROUGH SNOW. YOU MUST AGREE WITH ME.
1B. β Refugee DistrictWAIT!!
[Lots of the Mirrorbound are hard at work in the Refugee Districts, clearing up debris, snow, and situations more dire than that in the posh Aristocratic District. If anywhere needs the attention, it's here, what with collapsing buildings, fallen snowdrifts, and frigid conditions. Perhaps you were also lending a hand at doing some good, all the way up until this odd rectangular robot grabs your shoulder with an extended arm.]
DON'T LOOK SO SHOCKED, DARLING! SURELY YOU NOTICED MY PRESENCE BEFORE I EVEN SPOKE... NOW. [He withdraws his hand and folds his fingers together, giving off the impression of tenseness.] LISTEN CAREFULLY. WHATEVER YOU WERE GOING TO DO? ...DON'T!!
[That's cryptic.]
Warm Company
1C. β Dormitories (...or your character's very own bed????? I won't stop you, as long as the locks won't stop Mettaton.)[Finally, somewhere marginally warmer than the rest of Aefenglom. The room is dark, the fireside crackling, and the bed is so inviting. A bit lumpier than it looked before, but inviting nonetheless.
That is, until you approach and realize that there is somebody underneath the plush sheets. He shifts; props himself up on his arm. His heavy-lidded eye, a striking gold, beckons without words while he offers a charming smile from across the pillow. He's keeping it warm. ο½ο½ ο½ο½ ο½...]
Oh... Lonely, on a night like this? Or is this purely a chance meeting? [Either way, Mettaton... pats the bed. Invitingly.] Well. There's plenty of room for you, too. I don't mind! You're so lucky tonight, chancing upon me in this bed.
[β It's cold. Mettaton is made of metal.]
2. Full Moon (12/12)
2A. β Entertainment District[Full moons have been a disturbing affair at best. Mettaton knows by now to tuck himself away for the night to prevent an audience from catching sight of him in unseemly ways, especially as he fancies himself an up-and-coming star. On the evening of the 12th, MTT slips into a stagnate, unoccupied theater β a usual destination for him on these nights, and one that has yielded ample privacy to him so far.
In an attempt to distract himself, Mettaton sings lines into the still air of the theater. They're lines he can recite on automatic, lines to a musical he knows by heart β one of the many from the Surface that he's watched over and over, a distant memory sitting in front a pink television set. They're lines he used to sing to, in fact. And when he closes his eyes, he can almost hear the sound of his cousin's remastered tracks they made to go with a voice so haunting that it was unmistakably that of a ghost's. His voice is the biggest difference, he thinks, replaced by a tune strong and resonant in the dingy theater.
When a shock of pain courses through his legs and up his back, that note carried on his voice doesn't even falter. It's so unlike anything he's experienced so far, and it rattles him enough to bring him down to his knees. Eye squeezed shut, Mettaton grips onto his head crushing with pain. His legs... Dread overcomes him. Why would his legs be hurting so badly?
But he knows the answer. When Mettaton tries to stand, he finds that he can't. The toe of his boot doesn't click against the smooth surface of the dusty stage but instead, the drag of claws. The robotic idol lets himself fall to his hip and swings his legs out before him, his eye fluttering open. Instead of noticing that he has company, he fixates on his pink heels that erupt with raw tissue and inky black fur. Fur, claws, paws. Sores, welts, and oozing blisters. It's all of the works he's been dealing with, but the way the very structure of his leg appears to be distorting...]
They'reβ
[His voice hitches, and he spots the faint figure of unexpected company. His eye widens.]
...What? Oh, these? ... They can be replaced, my legs. Not a problem!! [He tries to smile from his place on stage, his incisors long and pronounced. His ears hidden in the fashionable black scarf tied around his crown. His claws buried underneath matching black gloves.] There are perks to having a custom-built body! It's not a big deal for someone like me. Nothing I haven't dealt with before!
[Having his body change so much, he thinks, but he means explicitly the damage and subsequent repair of his metal body.]
Don't worry about me, darling. And... what brings you here?2B. β Entertainment District[WOW GOOD THING I DIDN'T GET ANY BITES ON THIS I TOTALLY MISUNDERSTOOD SHAPESHIFTING]Yoo-hoo! Yes, you. Come here.
[This command is difficult to ignore, carried on such a loud voice. It's much later into the night. Taking his first night outside of the theater, those without night vision can see the white of his smile and the faint glow from his heart-shaped core, but little else. Mettaton curls a finger.]
Yes, you'll do. Listen. I'm in the mood for a bit of fun. Anything to distract us all from the full moon, am I right??
[In that moment, Mettaton changes shape β into the mirror image of the person standing before him. With a sweet smile, MTT cups his own cheeks β the face of the person standing before him, actually.]
Fabulous! It's not fabulous like me, but... You know what I mean. Now. Rrrready to play??
[(A Yes or No prompt was not provided.) ...But he waits for a response all the same.]
3. Modranicht (& Modranicht Accessories) (12/17 - 12/23)
3A. β Your Front Door.[This is the prompt you choose if you want Christmas I mean Modranicht carolers. Ha, you thought that slight rap on your door was a small child? It's not. In this case, it's Mettaton, the sexiest rectangle in Aefenglom.
He's wearing a santa hat.]
OOOOH YESSSS! GOOD EVENING, BEAUTIFUL. IT'S ME, METTATON!! I HAVE COME TO DELIVER UNTO YOU GOOD TIDINGS, AND THE DELECTABLE TONES OF MY DEEP AND MELODIOUS VOICE! 'TIS THE SEASON, AND ALL THAT! THE OPPORTUNITY FOR A LIVE PERFORMANCE BY MOI, FROM THE COMFORT OF YOUR OWN HOME... IS IT NOT THE SECOND BEST THING TO TV??
[Yes, this is your chance to try to slam the door on him. Try.]
3B. β Your Front Door.[This is the prompt you choose if you want Christmas I mean Modranicht carolers. Ha, you thought that slight rap on your door was a small child? It's not. In this case, it's Mettaton, the sexiest ... in Aefenglom. Just the sexiest.
He's wearing a santa hat.]
Ooooh yessss! Good evening, beautiful. It's me, Mettaton!! I have come to deliver unto you good tidings, and the delectable tones of my smooth and delicious voice! 'Tis the season, and all that! The opportunity for a live performance by moi, from the comfort of your own home... Is it not the second best thing to TV??
[This is the same prompt as before, but with a different version of Mettaton. How observant. It just smacks a different way.]
Kiss-tletoe
3C. OH, I AM DOOMED TO AN ETERNITY OF WAITING. WAITING FOR A WORTHY HERO TO LIBERATE ME WITH A SMALL ACT OF AFFECTION.
[Yeah, he's out here doing this. Mettaton presses the back of his velvet-gloved hand to the approximation of his forehead, his screen a perpetual red.]
IT'S NOT FAIR TO ENTRAP ME IN AN AREA OF SUCH SECLUSION, KNOWING THAT IF I WERE IN A BUSTLING CROWD... EVERYONE WOULD BE FIGHTING FOR THE CHANCE TO KISS MY GLISTENING SURFACE! OH MY! THE DASTARDLY AMBITIONS OF INANIMATE ENCHANTED SPRIGS OF MISTLETOE. THEY DO SEE FIT TO STOP ME IN MY TRACKS, AND FOR WHAT CAUSE?? SURELY, I MUST BE SAVED. I MUST BE!
BUT WHO IS BRAVE ENOUGH TO APPROACH SOMEONE WITH MY RADIANCE? SOMEONE BOLD ENOUGH TO SEE PAST MY ELEGANCE... ENOUGH TO NOTICE THE INVISIBLE VINES THAT BIND ME TO MY SPOT. COULD IT BE...
[At this, Hotland's star clasps together his hands and displays a red heart against a yellow backdrop as he turns to his newfound company. Pressure's on, and expectation hangs heavy in the air.]
...YOU?
3D. [Even if dodging mistletoe plants is your forte, it seems one has gone miraculously unnoticed β and just as Mettaton passes, too. The sly, mischievous glint in his eye betrays anything but surprise, though he makes a show of it anyway.]
Oh... So. There's mistletoe above us, isn't there.
[Said more like a statement, less like a question. His arm retracts (from wherever; what was he doing?), and his fingertips land against his jawline.]
But really. There's no rush, darling! Why not get to know each other a little better first? Unless... Your idea of getting to know me is by kissing me.
Eat, Drink, Be Merry
3E. [Everybody who knows me knows that Mettaton Eating Seductively Despite The Fact That He Doesn't Have A Mouth is my favorite kind of prompt, so that's what this is.
Robots, unable to eat?? Shut up. If there's a will, there's a way, and Mettaton has both of those things. Propped up on a tabletop he's cleared for his hunk of a body, Mettaton reclines next to plates of food as he hand-feeds himself with such poise and deliberation that it's sure to turn heads. And if it doesn't turn heads because of his charisma, it turns heads because it's an electric box "feeding" himself a dainty tea sandwich. (Naturally, all of the food he's selected are aesthetically pleasing.)
When he notices he's being watched by a fellow Mirrorbound, Mettaton gestures toward the plate. ...Like a magic trick, the tea sandwich he was holding has disappeared somehow.]
I SEE YOU'RE EYEING ME. DO YOU FIND ME ENTICING...? OR ARE YOU JUST FANCYING MY TASTY TREATS?
[The plate. Mettaton. Which is more uhhhhhhh enticing?]
3F. [what the fuck are those
Whatever they are, they're glittery. Food shouldn't be glittery. They look like they've been absolutely bedazzled on a cellular level, and with their absurdity and light-reflecting qualities, they absolutely steal the show. In reality, they probably imbue awe and fear into party-goers.
Mettaton sidles up.]
So? What catches your eye among this spread? I'm all ears for areas of intrigue. Or should I make a guess...?
0. Other
no subject
[He puts on a show of looking gravely hurt, the heart dissolving into a dim, grey screen as he clutches his fist before the dials on the front of his body. Mettaton quickly recovers from these theatrics, and raises a finger.]
MY SURFACE TEMPERATURE IS HARDLY OBJECTIONABLE. IT'S SIMPLE THERMODYNAMICS, DARLING! YOU RUN ON ENERGY, AND PRODUCE HEAT. I, TOO, RUN ON ENERGY, AND PRODUCE HEAT... THOUGH NOT NEARLY AS MUCH AS A CREATURE WITH BLOOD AND SKIN, SUCH AS YOURSELF. IN OTHER WORDS, THERE IS NOTHING TO DISCOVER... UNLESS YOU FEAR THE DISCOVERY OF ADORATION FOR SUCH A LOVABLE ROBOTIC STAR, HA HA.
no subject
What can I say? I'm a very demanding person.
[A shrug, still with the grin. Apparently she's getting a lot of amusement out of his answer.]
Luckily for you, I'm probably not much warmer, so I suppose you could have done worse.
[And so she approaches, uttering a coarse whisper from out of his range of sight before actually doing the deed.]
Hold still. I'm going to be really pissed if you jerk suddenly and split my lip open with those sharp edges of yours.
[That said, she places a hand on top of the box, pats it with a dull, metallic echoing sound, then kisses the same spot.]
no subject
[Just sometimes. That's how it is in show biz. Etc.
Mettaton doesn't stay still, per se, but he stays still enough not to collide with her in any injurious capacity. His screen brightens as she closes in and he clasps his hands together like a love-stricken dame, making sure to emulate rosy cheeks by coloring two squares on each side of his display red.]
IF I HAD ANY SENSE FOR TEMPERATURE, I MIGHT HAVE BEEN ABLE TO ARGUE YOUR WARMNESS ATTRIBUTE. UNFORTUNATELY, OF THE LIMITED SENSATIONS I HAVE DEVELOPED THUS FAR... TEMPERATURE IS NOT ONE OF THEM. [Mettaton reaches for her hand to take in his gloved ones.] NEVERTHELESS, YOU ARE MY SAVIOR! AND FOR THAT, I CONSIDER YOU WARMER THAN YOU GIVE YOURSELF CREDIT FOR, BEAUTIFUL. AFTER ALL... YOUR PROXIMITY ALONE HAS INCREASED MY TEMPERATURE.
no subject
Right back at you, tiger.
[A wink.
...This is ridiculous.]
But mayhap you ought to refrain from getting caught under enchanted plants from now on, yes? I'm afraid not everyone would be so forthcoming with such a thing.
no subject
[Mettaton releases her hand, but not after patting the top of it appreciatively.]
I CAN COME UP WITH A NUMBER OF REASONS... ALL OF WHICH WOULD BE NO OBSTACLE FOR ME. FOR EXAMPLE: IF THEY ARE SHY, I CAN ALWAYS COAX THEM OUT OF THEIR SHELL! I PRIDE MYSELF ON BEING SO MAGNETIC, BOTH IN MATERIAL AND PERSONALITY. HOWEVER. I'D LIKE TO HEAR YOUR REASON FOR SUCH RELUCTANCE.
no subject
You do recall that I said people's lips will stick to you? People with more body heat than I, I mean. I assure you it's no affront to your stellar personality.
I must say, though, you certainly do have more personality than most robots I've encountered. You seem less logically inclined than emotionally, for one thing.
no subject
(Things that concern Mettaton: "Will most people really have difficulty kissing me...?" Things that aren't concerning Mettaton yet: "Why is she so cold?!")
It's wondering he can save for another time, though it's fairly clear that he's taken to ruminating over it by the way his screen has gone dim red. He brightens back up to yellow once Irhya mentions his personality.]
YOU'RE NOT THE FIRST TO SAY SO. HOW OBSERVANT... I WOULD SAY THAT I'M VERY IN TOUCH WITH MY EMOTIONS, OF WHICH I HAVE MANY. THAT SEEMS TO BE A THING LOTS OF PEOPLE ASSUME I DO NOT HAVE. SIGH. ANYWAY. IT WOULD HARDLY BE FAIR TO COMPARE OTHER ROBOTS TO MY CHARM. I WAS MADE TO ENTERTAIN, AND HAVING A SOUL REALLY SETS ME APART IN THAT REGARD.
no subject
[Now she leans in a little closer, catching on to the tones of his screen being a reflection of said emotions.]
I've never encountered such a thing before. There have been very intelligent robots, certainly, but they struggled to understand emotions and free will the way we understand them. Then, who made you, if I may ask?
no subject
HER NAME IS DR. ALPHYS. IF YOU WANT TO KNOW MORE ABOUT HER CREATIVE GENIUS, YOU'RE IN LUCK, BECAUSE SHE'S HERE! ...IS WHAT I WOULD SAY, IF I DIDN'T EXPECT THAT SHE'LL BE STUTTERING MESS OVER MEETING A CUTE GIRL WITH CAT-LIKE EARS.
[Though he says it like a jab, he does so affectionately, especially while he's busy thinking of all of the work she's put into his bodies.]
no subject
[Perhaps it's simply that she doesn't see the novelty in her own race, but given that everyone else apparently does, she tilts her head with an odd look on her face.]
I had hoped you meant a "stuttering mess" because of what marvels of evolutionary science we are, or something... but from the sound of it, you don't.
no subject
[Mettaton crosses his arms.]
I CAN ALMOST GUARANTEE THAT SHE'LL BE A STUTTERING MESS. IF NOT FOR THIS REASON, THEN SURELY FOR SOME OTHER REASON. BUT PROBABLY THIS REASON.
no subject
[This foreign word... She pronounces it all wrong, too. Sounds Doman, sort of.]
And magical cat girls are a thing in it? Is this some kind of literary genre I'm not privy to?
no subject
[Mettaton says it flatly as blatant sarcasm, but acts surprised. He waves both hands at her, his screen going red to dissuade further discussion on the subject.]
ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW IS THAT THEY'RE WEIRD CARTOONS, DARLING. THEY USUALLY FEATURE ANDROIDS, SCHOOLGIRLS, ANDROID SCHOOLGIRLS, CATGIRLS, SWORDS, AND KISSING. AND IT'S WATCHED ON TV, NOT READ. BUT! I'M NOT GOING TO SAY ANYTHING MORE ON THE MATTER. ESPECIALLY IF YOU'RE EVER GOING TO MEET ALPHYS. SHE WILL TALK ABOUT IT SO THOROUGHLY, YOU'LL WISH YOU NEVER ASKED!!
no subject
[She's wide-eyed, at attention, and totally interested despite this being a foreign concept to her.]
Well, I guess I better be sure to ask, then, because those things together sound like no fictional work I've ever heard of. Those of other races often make jokes about miqo'te being cat people, and there have been speculative works on artificial life, but put together...?
I mean, it can't be that bad, right?
no subject
Maybe he can make things more interesting. Mettaton claps his hands together.]
OOH. IN FACT. AHAHA. I JUST HAD A BRILLIANT IDEA! WHEN YOU MEET ALPHYS, TELL HER THAT MEW MEW 2... IS GOOD. IT'S CODE. IT MEANS YOU WANT TO TALK ANIME.
no subject
How do I trust that you're not sending me into a hornet's nest with that? You already mentioned she's quite passionate about it, after all...
no subject
[That's all he's going to say on the matter.]
I DON'T THINK I PROPERLY INTRODUCED MYSELF. I'M METTATON. [One hand is poised against the metal under his screen, while the other is offered to Irhya.] WE KISSED BEFORE EVEN KNOWING EACH OTHER'S NAMES... SO WE MAY AS WELL FIX THAT.
no subject
[But she's not rude enough to snub the hand being offered to her, at least, freezing cold as it is.]
Irhya. You are an intriguing one, Mettaton, I must admit.
no subject
[He gives his metal side a delicate caress, and Irhya a red heart on his screen.]
IRHYA-DARLING, THANK YOU AGAIN. BUT I THINK YOU SHOULD GET INDOORS, WHERE IT'S WARMER. I RECALL YOU MENTIONING THAT YOU'RE LOW ON BODY HEAT. THAT SHOULD BE REMEDIED, IF I KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT CREATURES WITH BLOOD. ...YOU DO HAVE BLOOD, CORRECT?