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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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So many things to try, then... Given that I haven't yet had fruit OR coffee. But I'll be sure to keep them separate, by your warning.

[Nonetheless, a lot of chocolate flavor lingers. He likes it. Day by day he feels more... alive? Even though he's always been alive, not just in the sense of a sentient robot. It's been far longer than that... Though he couldn't express as much to Mira, even though it strikes him with poignancy.

Maybe that sentiment seeps into the way he glances her way with a smile.]

Thank you, Mira-darling. I appreciate the gift, dearly. [Automatically, he stoops down to give Mira a quick, chaste kiss to her cheek. It's something an idol wouldn't hesitate to do, something of appreciation.] I'll have to return the favor... Since I'm woefully under-prepared for the sentiment. I've been given gifts aplenty in my history, but... This might rank among my favorites.

[Maybe it helps that she's sharing in the moment with him. And that they're gonna go get heels together, heel yesss]

[The funny thing about the kind gesture the puca bestows on her: outside of her dearly departed mother, the only other who has given her the same kind of gesture is a very familiar grumpy ascian. So it makes Mira unsure how she should react: get mad or actually find it nice. She's surprised but not angry at all. Surely he meant it in a friendly way like her mom used to do. Yeah, she'll go with that even if she does get a little pink.]

You don't need to do that. Don't know about anyone else but I do it expecting nothing in return; your thanks is all I'm happy for.

[Just to be given gratitude is enough for the woman. Riches mean little to someone raised without much to spend after all. But the thoughts make her distracted for a minute and she realizes that the two of them passed the store she was trying to lead them to. Whoops.]

Oh-! Uh, we seemed to have passed it. Just by a couple of doors.

Hahaha. Distracted so easily...? Not that I could blame you.

[Playful MTT-Brand teasing. Mettaton delights in having flustered her, because that's just what he does. Anything he can do to elicit surprise, and he's on it. It was an affectionate gesture, friendly and appreciative... But the gears are set in motion, now. Oh, no. How terrible. He could dole out gratitude, certainly.

Though Mira denies recompense, Mettaton still lets the want to pay her back settle in his mind. He would find something he could do, even if it's not directly related to the gesture of Valentine's gift giving. She deserves it.

Mettaton guides them to backtrack, though he'll have to allow Mira to determine which door she's after. He lingers close to her side with that affected, cheery bounce to his step, however.]

Do you do much shopping for yourself, darling? Somehow, I get the feeling you're going to say you don't... Even though you know of this place, that could suit my needs. [Almost as if she knows it and can mention it to be thoughtful, but... Does she ever buy nice things for herself?! He doubts it! Just a feeling.]

Ah, right.

[Why does she get the feeling something is up? Should she worry as the door Mira is trying to find finally reveals itself (no, she just sees the shoe outline on the sign).]

Not much. I usually wear my clothes down until they can no longer be used. But I try to find the most sturdy boots that I can. [As she pats one of hers to prove it.] Since I do quite a bit of running and fighting, my boots need to last. Besides, heels prove to be wonderful in stunning your enemies when you kick them down, literally.

[Yeah, that's a thing as she opens the door and spots a cheetah turnskin middle aged woman halfway in between a doorway behind the register, leading to the back. Seems like no one else is in right now.]

So if there is something I look for most of all, it's a good pair of boots.

[Unknown to them, the shopkeep's ears perk up. Customers? Customers!]

[The only thing that's up is her future, and whoever knows what it holds for her now that Mettaton has found something to fluster her with. A dangerous weapon.

Nonetheless, the idol laughs, self-satisfied at the thought of Mira kicking people with her heels. Truly, stunning and stunning. He saw her fight — a real case of combat stilettos. He can appreciate that, always. He nods approvingly.]

A good investment, if you're going to make one. My standards for quality will be just as sharp... since I'm accustomed to doing all manner of things in heels! In fact, I find it odd to be without. [He rocks onto his toes. That's why he stands on them more often than not, after all...] ...Now that I think about it, this only means that I have options... I can change shoes, if they really have ones that fit me!

[Revolutionary, for a robot. Mettaton has never purchased a pair of heels, himself. He was built with them on, hence why he couldn't change them, and why they... disappeared, along with his Monster transformation. Being a robot who turns part Puca is a strange affair.]

[Why are you like this Mettaton? Just...why?

While the two Mirrorbound continue to chat, the turnskin woman clears her throat quietly to announce her presence. Pressing her palms together and with a warm smile, she greets them just like how a good customer service person does when they actually enjoy their job.]

Welcome you two! Anything you want to try on?

[Mira almost had to jump back because it surprised her a second but she recovers and smiles in return.]

Well met, ma'am! We're actually looking for a pair of heeled boots for pucas, might you have any in stock?

[The woman looks at Mettaton then to his feet then back to Mira.]

First pair?

[And Mira nods. Her friend can give all the details himself since who knows what kinds he may enjoy.]

[He can, because he's bossy and knows what he wants. Mettaton remains standing on his toes, as he does — a natural inclination to standing as though he were wearing heels in the first place. He places a hand on his hip and raises a finger, a sure smile on his features.]

First, but most certainly not my last!! For now, I'm thinking...

[He could go with pink. Pink is just his natural, normal color, the thing he should be wearing to match his chest plate. But that would involve color matching it precisely, wouldn't it? A cursory glance about the shop doesn't yield any such thing, anyway.

But his eyes drag down to Mira's heels... And he considers how nice they look. Black is a good color, and god, how refreshing it would be to cover up silver fur with it. The options that sprawl out before him! He could start with black, then get every color of the rainbow! And then some!

Truly, there's electricity in his stare.]

Black. Thigh-high. Four- or five-inch heel. [Oh, god, what is the unit of measurement in Aefenglom? Fortunately, Mettatonn knows his heels.] Ten- or twelve-centimeter... Whichever you go by.

[He points at Mira's feet.]

Or! Whatever Mira here has! Oh yes, I'm a fan of stilettos... [He waves a hand dismissively.] And don't worry about my capability to handle a tall, narrow heel, darling. I was only conceptualized with sexy heels... They're natural to me!

[The turnskin looks between the puca and the witch and rubs her chin in thought. At first, she thought she would need paper and quill to write down his request but then he suggests the style of boots the witch is currently wearing. Speaking of Mira-]

Oh, I can remove them if you need to get measurements.

[She starts to by sitting down on the closest seat but the shopkeep stops her before she can remove it, making the dark knight yelp in surprise while she takes a good look.]

Hmm, these kind of heels then...rather sturdy these are even if they look a mite scuffed. I'm rather impressed.

R-Really, I can take them off-

Nonsense! I need to see how they look on someone before working the modifications most used for puca feet. Balance as well as comfort needs to be addressed and if you're friend is going to be wearing them constantly, that needs to be taken into account. Speaking of which, [Addressing Mettaton next.] Go ahead and sit down, handsome and I'll get your measurements.

W-well then, you're very through! [Why is she nervous, even as the woman takes her measuring tape and snaps it.

Of course! I enjoy this work and I'm more than happy to help someone wanting to do good for their friend!

[...ok, Mira had it right coming here. They'll be fine.]

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