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middaeg2020-02-12 01:23 pm
metalcrusher) wrote in middaeg2020-02-12 01:23 pm
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
B. If You're All Alone...
2. Fact: Mettaton enjoys feeding himself grapes seductively atop pianos.
3. Fact: Mettaton's GOing To Patent This Enchantment As MTT-Brand Metal Benadryl
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.
[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 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...]
- the middle of the street in the Entertainment District,
- blocking a doorway to the Coven,
- or even in your front yard.
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...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.
- 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.
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 14th, 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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No, hers was just... extra, exceptionally, beyond-belief-bad. And I had to choke down three rounds of it, give or take, to open up a series of magic doors. I blanked out for most of it and just went through the motions but I felt terrible. I needed so much stomach medicine... And start to finish it was all colored a bright, ominous, eye-searing red.
[She shivers and scooches a bit closer as they move forward at his sauntering stride, completely oblivious to the danger she is mere layers away from courting.
When she speaks, it's with the soft, grim gravitas of somebody telling a ghost story. Or... telling a ghost a story, as the case may be.]
...It started with a spaghetti bolognese made with ostrich meat. It had... an incredible flavor, and I mean that in the sense of being beyond belief. Nothing as simple as sweet or salty; it was chaos itself. My stomach turned, I broke out in a sweat, and my whole body rejected that substance. But, with teary eyes, I pushed forward and finished it. I'll tell you what I told the chef herself.
[She shudders again at the memory.]
"It was terrible. That’s not even a judgment of flavor, delicious or disgusting. This is more like an act of war than food. It’s terrorizing. If I were to compare it to something—it’s impossible to compare it to anything, but if I had to—it’s like if you put a piece of candy in your mouth, only to find it was turpentine…times one thousand. No, that’s still not enough."
[Even those words feel lacking.]
After that, there was a specialty stew. She called it “Bon Voyage Unto the Crimson Sea.” ...I only took a bite of it, and the rest was deposed of by an effigy, but it was... it was awful. Disgusting. Repulsive. Terrible, but I found some small salvation in how tender the ingredients were, like it really was carefully handmade.
[She falls quiet again.]
Then came what she called the Dracul’s Dinner dining table. The full course meal. That pure white table overflowing with red, red food.
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Honestly, it's fascinating. Things he's never heard of, and to have such an impact on her body...? Could that truly happen? Mettaton was always under the impression that humans could eat just about anything. This testimony throws that right out the 78th story window. So much... Red. Hakuno prefaced the story with that herself, but why? Do red foods truly portend bad flavor?! He'd always thought that it was a good color for marketing intent, something to stoke one's appetite when contrasted against, say, yellow.
Well, her ghost story told to a ghost is certainly effective. Mettaton glances away and spots a vendor selling sweets, a bright red candy apple, and he makes the association with her story. Like it should be wretched to eat. ...If anything, he marvels at her talent for affect, rather than recoiling.]
...This is all quite damaging, as you say. I'm impressed. Please, do continue, but also... Why? Why would somebody put in so much effort into creating food reviled by the recipient? And to make it all deliberately red, as though to sear it into your memory... Talk about an impression made.
[A fascinating one, even if it was traumatizing for her. It's wild, that can't be denied.]
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That's just it.
[She shakes her head slowly.]
She was doing her best. She was totally confident that it would be delicious because of how hard she worked, regardless of any evidence to the contrary.
[But no, the story's not over, MTT. Steel your heart and brace yourself.]
I told myself, "All I need now is preparation, determination, and the reckless courage to forget pain," and I picked up my fork. ...at the first bite, my partner told me my soul went off color, but I pressed on. It was... marinated salmon, garnished with a jelly made from the lifeblood of a soft-shell turtle. I'll never forget that, but for the rest of the meal, my mind went blank and hazy—to protect itself from the memories, I guess. I... vaguely recall her bragging about roasted octopus, so I must have eaten that too, at some point.
But I emptied my mind and just moved my fork and spoon. I tried to focus on a happy memory, instead.
[She sighs.]
When I came out of it, I had just one bite left. A single, blood red, spoonful of mint ice cream. The inside of my mouth was already numb, but the intensely bad taste spread through it all the same. And I... was done. I survived it.
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Not only does it all sound like a lot of awful, but it sounds like an awful lot of food for one poor girl to go through on her own. That in itself would earn sympathy.]
Well. Congratulations on powering through an ordeal comparable to a fight for your very life! So it was all out of love... A painful dedication. And that you survived it.
Why did you eat it all, anyway? To soothe her feelings? To prove something?
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Well, yes, actually. To both. In part, there was a series of doors that wouldn't open until the plates were clean. As for the other... well, I had an ability to gather secrets buried in a person's heart, before, which could lower their defense in a conflict. When I finished, I got one of hers. She was cruel and quixotic and a very dangerous enemy, but...
[She's silent again for a moment.]
"Fond of Cooking" or "The Wish to be a Beloved Wife," is what I'd call it. Though she said she likes cooking, it wasn't a simple fondness for the act of preparing food; it came from a desire to be praised by or to monopolize the person she likes. To... confirm her beloved’s love, I guess. In her mind preparing food was a method keep a husband’s attention, but it didn't come from an “equal relationship.” She would “bestow meals” to her chosen husband, as a noble. In the end, it’s no different from feeding an animal. It's something that doesn't contain any of the “romance” she longed for.
[Such was the nature of Elizabeth Bathory.]
...let's just say, I'm used to fielding some very dangerous affections.
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So she weaponized her cooking... with the intent to draw the appetite of a suitor. How insidious. And for eating it all, for enduring, you were granted a secret from her very heart... You must have a way with people. To persist, to draw out their very core.
[He smiles at her, bright and interested.]
Consider me charmed. Though, not dangerous, as your other affections trend! You won't have to worry about that, coming from me... Pleasures are my inclination, after all.
[Speaking of that, and his earlier declaration that he'd be willing to try bad food.]
In fact. We can try to find something you like, instead. We'll make that our aim, gorgeous.
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Well, she didn't actually realize she was a terrible cook, but I don't know if that's better or worse.
[As to the danger...
Well, they're both going to feel a little silly, once they realize the metal/fae issue in coming weeks.]
I'm not too hard to please, I don't think. But thank you all the same, Mettaton-dear.
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Truly, the metal has and will continue to cause many a problem among his fellow Faefolk. What a depressing danger, the inability to come into close contact with such darling creatures. He breathes out a short laugh.]
I imagine that many things must be a delight, in comparison. It must give you a unique take on food... And what's truly considered bad.
Now. What haven't you tried... That you've always wanted? For me, I'm thinking of soda... But I don't know if they'd have such a fizzy favorite here. A shame. I've had it, but I've never tasted it!
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Hm... well, I don't know when carbonated water was created, come to think of it, but they might have something like it here. If you just want something fizzy... there was a queen who once famously drank wine with crushed pearls in it, to get that effect. It's, uh, more than a bit pricey and decadent and I can't say it would be just the same, but that might be an option...?
[Oh, wait. He asked her first, didn't he?]
Well... I really like sweet things, but I already indulged quite a bit today. Something... warm and cheesy, maybe.
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If it's fit for a queen, then it's fit for me! [This queenly drink is a very exciting prospect to Mettaton, who has never heard of the concept regardless of its resemblance to actual soda. But!] But. Warm and cheesy it is.
[Fortunately, at least cheese exists... But of course it would. It was a matter of finding something that was also warm. All that comes to mind for Mettaton are just some quality shit that would be acceptable if it also wore his brand. Or, if it were made by humanity, maybe.]
Pizza, mozzarella sticks, melts... Not as though I expect the ages to be caught up with my knowledge of the warm and cheesy. Oooh, but maybe fondue... [He regards Hakuno more pointedly.] Surely that exists. What are you thinking, Hakunon, darling?