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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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[Mikasa was used to it. They weren't being threatening. It was fine.]

There are other means? [Mikasa didn't think there was. But the medical knowledge had been rather limited until they'd fought something other than titans. Before they didn't have time.] You...Asked people?

[That's the only way she could see that working.]

It's a strange taste. I've only known it to be used in medicine. I'm not sure how it'll taste with something sweet.

[Honestly she was kinda doubting that one would be good. But curiosity.]

You should go first.

Of course I asked. That's the only other way! I have a thorough library of understanding on taste and fragrance.

[All of it is mostly wrong. This is why tasting will be so important. When Mikasa describes mint being medicinal, Mettaton can't help but agree.]

You're right. Mint is a product used in cleaners and medicine! [CLEANERS?? Okay!] But they also make candy. I find it a bit ironic, that toothpaste and candy can both be mint.

[While he speaks, Mettaton takes up on her offer and scoops up some mint ice cream, a soft green color. He wonders why it's not white or red, but it doesn't matter. (In case it isn't clear, Mettaton does not know where mint comes from, much less that it's from an herb.) And without further ado, he gives it a try for himself.

His face is neutral. He has a thousand mile stare, trying to sort through all of the inputs he's getting from this one flavor experience alone, and... he fails to sort through it all. It's sweet, it's cooling, but it's also frozen, and frozen is about all he picks up on.]

...It's cold. Mint is cold, isn't it?

Hmm... You probably know more than me with those things. Other than the actual taste.

[Things like taste and smell didn't mean a lot in a barracks lunchroom. It was food, eat it or go hungry. Mikasa could tell if something was nice or not but describing it beyond that wasn't something she could do. ]

It's good for stomach problems. I've not seen it used for cleaning though.

[But then she's watching and waiting for his response. Wondering what her own face had looked like when she'd tried the sweet treat.

He didn't get a smile. But he did get a snort and a huff of air that might have been a strangled chuckle. As she reaches to poke a fudge cube with her spoon. What are these? ]

That's ice cream.

I recognize this feeling.

[Mettaton raises a finger, highly involved in explaining ice cream to Mikasa. He keeps gesturing and then pausing, trying to get words for it.]

When a Witch performs a healing spell on me... It kind of feels like the way mint ice cream tastes!

[No, Mettaton, that's what cold feels like. Which, as Mikasa insists, is the state of ice cream. He'll separate it soon enough, give him time to try another flavor. He'll have to revisit mint to get a read on it, however.

But it's her turn, in his mind. Mettaton leans against the table and waits for her to finish picking at the fudge ice cream. He smirks and points his spoon at her.]

Go on, darling. Try it! You said you've only ever had... Well, you only had it once, so it was probably vanilla. [Basic guess.}

[Mikasa just hums back. Not even giving a proper response as she strategically moves the spoon. What's the best angle to go about this? Through a cube? Did she just scoop them up?

In the end she goes for the easy route. And just scoops, the ice cream and some of the cubes up. Giving it a nibble, before popping the spoonful in her mouth. The lack of cone made it weird for a moment. Then she's still just taking it in.

She hadn't had to chew last time but now she does. Those cubes were really soft though. And soon enough it's gone. Mikasa's eyes closed and for once, there's a smile. It's a very small smile. A tiny quirk of the lips, but it's good enough. And she's nodding.]

It's sweet...

[Helpful description.]

[Oh... she's so precious. Help him. He's charmed, forever, and he's keeping Mikasa. Maybe the reason these humans can be so stoic is to make their slightest displays of emotion that much sweeter. Sweeter than mint ice cream, at any rate!

Endeared as he is, Mettaton can only beam back at her.]

Right?! Isn't it??

[He sounds really excited about ice cream... Mint ice cream is sweet, too. Fudge is likely sweeter yet. But Mettaton's subconsciously remarking on Mikasa, in the end.

Nonetheless, he takes a small bite of the fudge that she took from and quickly tries it for himself. As predicted, it gives him a wildly different take on mint, but...]

Oh. Oh, yes. I like this one better. Fudge.

[A trend will demonstrate itself: despite being new to taste, he'll always prefer the stronger tasting thing.]

[Her eyes are still closed. Otherwise she'd be pointing out that he hadn't tried it yet. But they don't open and she hums, going for another scoop. Yes, she likes this one. It's kind of like milk pudding, that rare treat.]

Are you picking the next one?

[Her pitch heightens. Only just, but it was noticeable with how level she kept her voice normally. Especially when punctuated with her foot flicking out at nothing in a small kick.

Sugar rush may be starting.]

[This is some strange behavior... But not behavior Mettaton's going to turn down! It's cute! Like a contagion Mettaton doesn't need to be happy, he nods.]

Strawberry. It's pink... like me.

[The prettiest one, to him. If he had an ice cream here, in Aefenglom... He fancies that it should look like this, but even pinker. So whatever this flavor is, it's surely a note to have in MTT-flavored ice cream. He tries a bite.

This one hits him far differently than mint and fudge, sweeter, but in the direction of... He waves his spoon around, frustrated at his lack of adjectives. Mettaton severely lacks the words for flavorful experiences! But the best he can do is say with exuberance,]

This one tastes the way it looks! Cute. Sweet. Bright. Defined! Try this one next, darling! I insist!

[Mikasa squints, head dipping slightly for a closer look. Then looking back at him, eyes still narrowed in that funny little squint. Too light compared to her normal stoicism, the slight flush not helping.]

It's not bright enough...

[It was more pastel than a strawberry the tart red of a normal strawberry, but that was easily explained by the cream part of ice cream. The squinting intensifies at the SUDDENLY waving, as she tilts her head back, even though he was nowhere near hitting her with the spoon.

But she does move back in to try it. The first spoonful gets a blank stare as she tries it, letting it melt in her mouth for a moment. Licking at her lips afterwards, then she goes in for another, smaller scoop.

Musing over it for a moment. Then he gets the eye-crease smile again.] It tastes sweeter than strawberry.

[Confused, but okay with this.]

Does it...? Hmm. I'll have to eat one. A strawberry.

[But would it pale in comparison, then...? Mettaton finds that he has preference for stronger flavors in his life. It's difficult for him to be sure what strawberry is supposed to taste like in comparison, so he can only try to focus on this flavor without the cloying sweetness ice cream is known for.

It's an uphill battle for this robot, understanding flavor with a day's worth of experience for it.

But her smile is worth it, and he smiles just as bright right back at her. This is incredibly fun, to Mettaton, who realizes he's... sitting with a human girl who is trying ice cream she's never had before and appearing to love it. And he, too, gets to try ice cream for real... Could it be any better?

He laughs, and it's ended with a sigh.]

It's not as bright OR sweet as your smile, anyway. Could anything compare...?

They're easy to grow, so they shouldn't be expensive to buy. [That's all she has to add as she goes back to nibbling on her spoon while she thinks about which of the last two flavors she wants to try first.

Then he comments, and the smile dips. Because she hadn't realised she was smiling until he pointed it out.]

...Huh?

[He just gets a confused blink, from the girl who now had a splotch of ice cream at the corner of her mouth. Elegant and ladylike...She is not. ]

I'm not bright...

[Forget elegant and ladylike, because she is just so cute. Mettaton sighs again, his eyelid drooping somewhat as though she's his whole focus.]

How would you know? You can't see you. I may be made of metal, but I'm not reflective...

[The delight of her smile is his, unfortunately for Mikasa. He grins at her, lacing his fingers together under his chin deviously.]

Because I'm dull? ...Even I can tell that. [She might have been being too literal. But most of the clothing she'd picked out for herself was pretty drab. Even the colours that should have been brighter, she'd gotten in pastel or a dusty muted shade.

Still the smile had dropped now. Even if the ice cream had remained. It had been lost to her blank confusion. He even gets a small head tilt. Why was he grinning? She just didn't know.]

[He rolls his eyes and waves a hand at her.]

Ohh, don't dwell on it, sweetheart. Hahaha. Just enjoy the ice cream some more. You've much more to go...

[He is free to have his own opinions, regardless of the different wavelengths they're clearly on. His opinion is that he'll always vie for a smile out of her. He'd like to see her smile some more: she's described herself as persistently gloomy, after all. But does it really have to be that way, all the time? If it's her nature, that's fine. But a smile every once in a while means that she's living.]

[There was still one flavor. One she sort of knew. Mikasa had made chocolates before, a rare and very expensive treat. She'd been lucky to have it once or twice a year back in training... She actually had a wage and could probably have afforded it more often, you know if the world wasn't ending, but old habits were hard to break.

So a combination of a rare treat with a new favorite was a worth distraction for the less than clear-headed fae.

The spoonful disappears and...nothing, there's no comment on the taste. No facial reaction...

But she does edge her spoon towards it again. Sneakily going for a bit more. Except she misjudges it. The soft tink as the spoon hit the contain was not sneaky.]

[...

Mettaton reaches forward and corrects the trajectory of her spoon with his finger without breaking eye contact. Into the bowl it goes.]

You don't need to be so stealthy. It's yours.

[Mettaton is kind of reeling from sugar at the moment. Be gentle on him... Flavor is still a wild ride and right now, he's content with it. But just for demonstration, he takes a bite of the fudge one she tried earlier. Don't be drunk/stealthy/a stranger, Mikasa!

Mettaton will realize that she might be intoxicated shortly. Give him a few.]

[Huzzah!

There's no actual celebration on her face as she eats though. He only gets to see her checks get redder as those large black pupils start to glaze over as she eats more.

But it was hard to tell what was going on with her sat down. ]

[look at her go... it's kind of amazing... Her pupils blowing wide doesn't go entirely unnoticed by him, actually, and he watches with some amusement, halting in his ice cream consumption while he toys with the handle of the spoon. Mikasa's really going for it... Her cheeks are way more evident to him. It's amusing, and he'll let her have the rest of it for that. He had enough, and he could always have some later.

He raises his spoon as more of a speaking gesture.]

Okay, then which is your favorite?? Surely you have an opinion out of these, by now!!

[If Mettaton watched closely, he'd see which ones she liked the most. Or rather, which one she liked the least. Mint. While she went back to the other flavors by about the same amount, poor mint was left mostly alone.

So he just gets a hum, spoon still in her mouth.

This is a difficult question Mettaton, why dis? Mikasa just looks down at the bowls blankly, thinking it over.]

These ones...

[Vanilla and chocolate.]

[Vanilla, meanwhile, will be immortalized in Mettaton's mind as being the one he likes the least. Mint, strawberry, and chocolate have all placed themselves in rungs higher than it.

Nonetheless, Mettaton nods in approval of her choices.]

I can tell. [A pause.] Thank you, darling.

[Thanks for informing him, maybe. Or, more likely, thanks for sharing in this experience with him. She may be quite obviously drunk off of sugar (??), but watching her enjoy it creates a formative experience for the robot. He decides that he likes seeing Mikasa happy, and hopes to find ways to see her smile.]

[Wow...all these people attacking vanilla. Her special memories ice cream. Even if she's attacking it with her spoon again, with the worst aim. Those are soon being devoured...So it was probably a good job he wasn't that interested in it. More for her!

But all good things come to an end. Even if the fae tilted her head and poked at the bottom of one tubs with her spoon. Like more ice cream would just appear... She held the spoon there for a moment. Then looking back to robun with slightly glazed eyes.]

We ate it all...[A small mournful nod. Then there's a wobbly smile which matched the flushed cheeks better.] I want to eat other kinds too. [But she stands, bumping the table and rattling objects on it as she goes, they'd been eating for a while. It was a good job the weather was still cool or it would have melted.]

[It's not to say that he hates it! He'll eat it to remember her, anyway. But right now, all of the ice cream is hers. He laughs when she stares forlornly at the bottom of the cup, ears flicking the best they can at their current state of healing.]

Yes. We'll make it our goal... For another time, darling! For now, I think. I think I'd better help you back...

[Who knew that humans got drunk off of ice cream...? Maybe he'll ask her about that sometime. He didn't know about that!]

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i am an atrocity for not tagging this back in a timely manner, how dare this be stalled

protec that smile MTT

MIKASA'S SMILE FAN CLUB

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and ending ?

yes !