middaeg | 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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I have, yes.

[But it's only ever been a taste on his tongue. Nothing more than that- he wasn't designed to handle actually drinking it.]

Actually, I've tasted the blood of a few people here.

[Which suddenly strikes him as odd. L, Hank, Niles, Justine. That's four people. Why has he come into contact with so much blood?]

I can store the information I gain from it, and access it later.

[He likes having a database of sorts, he supposes. He doesn't have access to Detroit's criminal database anymore, so he's left making his own.]

Why?

So you have...

[Interesting. The ability to store the information is a curious feature, surely something very "robotic," useful for his intended purpose. With wide eyes, Mettaton leans close, inquisitive.]

Do you find enjoyment in storing the information? Is it your hobby? [A quick pause.] It's just, I heard that Monsters aren't supposed to consume Witch blood. For some reason. I wanted to know if you knew why.

I do enjoy storing the information, yes. It could be useful later, too. If I found a bloodstain on the floor, for example, I could taste it and determine who that blood belonged to as long as I'd analysed it before. The more people I have in my database, the more useful that ability is.

[He thinks on the question.]

I hadn't heard about that, but I guess I've never really consumed it as such. I taste it on my tongue, and any remaining traces get cleaned away by what passes for saliva in my mouth. Since I only taste a tiny amount, maybe it just never affected me the way it would if I had consumed a lot of it?

I see. Whatever ill effects they wish to ward us from likely don't come with just a taste. I wonder...

[A Mettaton who wonders is not a good thing.

Nonetheless, Mettaton revisits the matter of tasting blood for fun. He wags a finger in his thought.]

Usefulness and enjoyment are two separate things, beautiful... But. I'll give you a pass. And consider it one of your hobbies... Though it sounds quite strange on paper. Ha-ha. [He smirks at him, amused.] Surely there are other things you like to do, that are less useful...?

[Connor supposes having a strange hobby isn't the worst thing someone could say about him.]

Well... I like music. I play the violin now. And I enjoy drawing and painting.

[But maybe that's because he can be considered good at those things. He'd certainly like them a lot less if he struggled. He was built to be good at whatever he put his mind to... failure isn't an option.]

What about you? What do you like?

Ooh, you do?? You do seem the gentle sort, one who might like music and art...! I can see it. [With his fingertips to his chest plate, Mettaton nods.] I'm similarly artistically inclined... Toward matters of performance art. Theater. Dancing. Singing. That's what I do, as you know. But they're also my passions!

[His other hobbies include being a busybody, liking humans, and, maybe at some point in his life, journaling. But he doesn't do that anymore.

Connor is welcome to draw Mettaton any time. So that he can hang it up in either his house, a gallery, someone else's house, or literally everywhere. He'd love it.]

You said "now..." What spurred you to take up the strings, Connor? Is it because you're a Merrow...? [Something about Merrow and music, right...? Mettaton's only very familiar with Turnskin and Puca, to any degree.]

[Drawing Mettaton is probably something Connor will do in future, because he draws all of his friends at some point. A painting could be done if Mettaton asked, though. He wouldn't bother charging.]

I think so, yes. I never had the chance to experience music properly before I arrived here. I couldn't really appreciate it for a long time.

[And although he'd decided early on that he liked Dark Heavy Metal, it wasn't because it made him feel anything in particular. He'd mostly just been trying to get on Hank's good side at that point.]

But Merrow are musically inclined. I like to sing a lot now, especially when I'm in the water. Unfortunately, if I'm wet, singing can lure people in against their will.

[Connor is the new best friend. Paint Mettaton like one of your french girls... He will be ultimately flattered.]

So you sing now that you're a Merrow... [Mettaton's eyelid drops a mark, and he drifts closer to Connor while clasping his hands together against his cheek.] I would mind it. Hearing you sing, even while you're wet...

[Mettaton is absolutely weird, and it was definitely said with a lascivious note. Puca.]

Haha. But I'd also like to hear you sing, even while you're dry! Either way. I don't mind a bit of water... Though maybe, make sure to do it where I won't sink. I've never had to swim.

[He's somewhat water resistant, but he's never submerged his body before... He'd probably short out. Alphys would be pissed.]

[Oh, he's getting awfully close. Connor gives a smile though, not minding. He's always had a slight problem with personal space, himself.]

I wouldn't mind singing for you. I don't know many songs, though... you could teach me one?

[This won't be terrible at all.]

Ooooh, yes! What a brilliant idea. I have a vast repertoire of songs I enjoy singing... [one time he sang santa baby, here in aefenglom, so you know it's going to be good] And I'm sure it could only sound downright alluring on a voice as smooth as yours. Enough to draw me in...

[Weird flirting, but okay. They're both alike in the regard of having problems minding personal space, for one reason or another.

Mettaton just likes danger. He gets close enough to brush against Connor this time.]

I'll come up with something, just for you, sweetheart. I look forward to singing with you!

[And that he means sincerely. Mettaton's found that he enjoys performing, but he might enjoy it even more when he has a partner these days.]

[Just two robots flirting. No big deal.]

I look forward to it, too.

[He nudges his shoulder against Mettaton playfully. He's always enjoyed singing with people more than he enjoys singing alone.]

I'll try not to sound too alluring for you.

[No he won't. He's a Merrow, he wants to sound alluring and draw people in. It's kind of the point.]

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