middaeg | feb catch-all

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feb catch-all

Who: Mettaton & open!
When: Throughout Feoveuer
Where: Various
What: Mettaton, a robot, learns to live, laugh, and love......... No, he learns to sleep and taste, as a biological necessity. He takes full advantages of these mortal splendors by sleeping! in! beds!, and eating your Valentine's chocolate while asking you on the date you deserve. There's also a prompt to follow up on his pursuit for a cure to metal weakness. Plus some closed prompts! Feel free to get in touch via MTT's plotting comment if you'd like a custom prompt.
Warnings: usual MTT drama

1. Fact: Mettaton owns a bed. He's never needed it.

A. A Refrigerator Blocks The Way

[First of all, I deceived you. There's a prompt where Mettaton is sleeping... but not in a bed.

Mettaton has developed a peculiar new... ability. Truth be told, it was something he tapped into starting in Iuneril, when he found himself desperate for energy while in the Rathmore's dungeon and slipped into dreamland. He shouldn't have been able to last that entire stay in his EX body, exerting himself as he did! So how did he do it?

In any inappropriate area of your choosing, there is a big metal box. These inappropriate areas may include, but are not limited to...
the middle of the street in the Entertainment District,
blocking a doorway to the Coven,
or even in your front yard.
The metal box kind of looks like it could be a game machine, or some other kind of puzzle-deploying apparatus...? But it must be broken. Its screen is off. Closing in on it suggests further that it must be broken, for it's emitting some kind of repetitive noise...]

ZZZZZZZZ...

[This robot keeps saying "Z" out loud repeatedly, sincerely asleep. Move it with force?]

B. If You're All Alone...

[How incredible! Mettaton's realized it: he's truly able to sleep, just like people do. Most surprisingly, he hasn't needed to recharge in weeks, so sleeping has its obvious benefit.

This time, Mettaton EX sleeps with far more purpose, though he still does so in inappropriate places with more intent. The TV star sleeps in places where he can be noticed, as if drawing attention to the fact that look, he's asleep! Really! While I leave this to your decision, a few ideas include...
sleeping in a reclining position atop a desk,
invading your very own HOUSE and occupying your COUCH or your BED, my GOD,
or... cradled in the palms of a statue with its arms outstretched, in the center of an ornate fountain, like he's god's gift to mankind.
All I'm saying is that you really couldn't come up with a location too ridiculous for Mettaton to be sleeping in. He'll sleep atop a piano, or on a chandelier and tell you it's like he's in a music video! But no matter where he sleeps, he does so peacefully with a satisfied smile.

But he should definitely be stopped. He's a menace, he might break something with how heavy he is, and therefore he's a hazard.]

2. Fact: Mettaton enjoys feeding himself grapes seductively atop pianos.

[It's edging close to the 14^th, and though Aefenglom treats Valentine's Day like a foreign concept, many of the Mirrorbound still seem determined to uphold their own traditions. With the full moon having come and gone, Mettaton's discovered a surprising, unique new sensation that has him floored, and overwhelmed: taste.

There's so much in this city to try that it's dizzying. That Mettaton EX him rushing up to the next Mirrorbound he finds carrying food, be it chocolate, a croissant, or an indeterminate abomination of un-food. It doesn't matter. His golden eye is bright with curiosity, his smile brimming with excitement.]

Hey there, beautiful! I see you're indulging in the wonders of edible delights. Care to share... with me?? Ooh, what a fabulous opportunity for some intimacy, as Valentine's Day hovers so close by! Could it be... A date??

[A date where Mettaton eats your food, and rates it.]

3. Fact: Mettaton's GOing To Patent This Enchantment As MTT-Brand Metal Benadryl

I DON'T FEEL IT ANYMORE... THAT PERSISTENT BURN, THAT AGONIZING CORROSION. IT'S LIKE I'M A BRAND NEW ROBOT!!

[Mettaton carries with him two different things related to his latest appeal for help: spells pre-loaded onto thick slips of paper for any Monster weak against various metals, and the actual alchemical enchantment's instructions and requirements for the curious Witch. His screen blinks yellow and red with his brand new relief, and he spins around.

When he notices somebody nearby, he wheels up to them and...
if they appear to be a Witch, he will pull out the technical instructions on how to conduct the enchantment.
if they appear to be a Monster, particularly of a Puca, Vampire, Turnskin, or Fae persuasion, he'll pull out one of the slips of paper.]

DARLING! PERHAPS YOU'D BE INTERESTED IN THE LATEST IN ENCHANTMENTS. IF IT CAN WORK ON ME TO THIS DEGREE... I'M SEEING A PROMISING FUTURE FOR THIS BREAKTHROUGH SPELL!

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[It could have been the sleeping prompt... But we're doing it with style and deliberation.

Mettaton's been pretty absorbed with his own status ever since the Rathmore's terrific torture time. There was much to focus on, granted: his synthetic repairs, his organic health, his exacerbated allergy to iron, his need for a Bond, the upcoming full moon... On top of his desire to be as entertaining as ever despite it all. But he'd be the last to admit that he's putting off seeing Papyrus for any reason, heavens no!

When he arrives to the place he knows as Papyrus's residence, he knocks. Then, he lets himself in. There's nobody home... Mettaton hardly takes a moment to think on it, deciding that he's not going to miss out on the opportunity to catch up this time. He's already decided! In an effort to kill time, the boxy bot maneuvers himself on to Papyrus's... couch. With its chewed cushions.]

.....

[Turnskin thing, he assumes. It's not long into his observation of Papyrus's house that Mettaton finds himself dozing off, his screen uncharacteristically dimmed and his arms hanging at each side of his body like wet noodles. This is what Papyrus will return to!]

Edited 2020-02-13 00:40 (UTC)

[Truth be told, the house doesn't have much sign that it's where Papyrus lives. It's a large, stuffy, formal sort of noble house, with a lot of lingering signs of Liliana having lived there. Now it's just Chandra, and only very recently Papyrus - since the rescue. And thanks to the fires, and the loss of many of his possessions, he just doesn't have the little knickknacks to start spreading around.

Still, he's left his mark in little ways already. The shared areas are cleaned and neatened to the skeleton's standards, a use of restless energy that anyone could appreciate. And the couch... Well. After his first night 'home' featured nightmares, and half-shifting, and wrecking the offered bedroom - like he used to wreck his own on full moons, before bonding with Chandra? Now he sticks to the equally stuffy, formal couch, in a common area that smells like friends and food and safety. This way all he's doing is shedding - and occasionally chewing the lacy black cushions in his sleep.

So when Papyrus returns, he's fresh from a little shopping trip. A couple ingredients for cooking tonight, but mostly: new cushions. A little apology for wrecking the others with sleep gnawing, even if Chandra had laughed and said she didn't like them anyway. This set's a mix of shades of orange, the better to hint at flames - and hide any hairs shed on it.

He puts the groceries away first, but it's only a moment or two later that he heads to the couch... and discovers his unexpected guest.]

Huh..? Mettaton?

[Briefly, he rubs at his eyesockets and looks again. No, the robot's really there. Seemingly without power, no signs of injury or forced entry or mysterious ransom notes.]

Are you okay??

[The sound of Papyrus's voice is enough to rouse Mettaton, who boots to life with a flicker of yellow and red on his monitor. His arms stop being so limp, and he makes a motion like stretching, though he certainly has no muscles to stretch in those dryer vent hoses he calls arms. Where was he again...?

Ah. Unfamiliar house. Papyrus. Papyrus... If there's anything odd about sleeping, it's the weird haze that lingers when one comes to.]

OKAY? I'M... [Hm. That doesn't like the response he wants to give. He tries again, pushing himself off of the couch with his hands and landing on the wheel he's just deployed.] OH YES! I'M BETTER THAN EVER, PAPYRUS-DARLING. BUT NEVER MIND THAT!

[He really is doing much better. From the healing, to the repairs, to the alchemical enchantment so many Mirrorbound helped him with the month before... If only he didn't have the mental burden of torture! But he's pretty good at ignoring that.]

I WANTED TO CHECK UP... ON YOU! LAST I SAW YOU, YOU WEREN'T... IN THE BEST SHAPE. [He presses his palm against the side of his body, like one might if they were nursing their head.] NONE OF US WERE. HAVE YOUR SILVER-INDUCED WOUNDS HEALED UP?

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2 but I get the feeling 3 is going to come up

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2 duh

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