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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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Especially with it being Mettaton. The immediate flirtation strikes him as reassurance that things are, if not normal, then returning to normalcy - a normalcy very much wanted! Imagine Undyne, not yelling about things or throwing stuff. Or Sans, not making terrible jokes. Surely, such things would be signs that something was terribly wrong.]
Y-Yeah, that wasn't your most glamorous...
[He hesitates for a second or two, head tilted sidelong to look over without staring what he fears would be aggressively, before choosing to believe these flirtatious reassurances. If it were a bad habit the robot was choosing... Papyrus might dwell on the worry, and even say something about it. But if it's an unintentional behavior from the changes, well. They're supposed to accept those, or else make things worse about the new instincts. So he's doubly content with sweeping it under the rug and faking it til they make it.]
But, you know, you're always glamorous! Even if it's not your one hundred percent best... It's always good!
[Papyrus nods, emphatically, searching for further encouragements to offer back. His tail isn't wagging yet, there's a forced quality to his cheer, but the more he goes the more sincere it becomes.]
I'm sure, with practice, you'll fall into beautiful poses every time. Or, just, always be posing beautifully!
[That, he can imagine easily.]
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[He finger-guns at Papyrus, his screen swapping red as he disengages from the sofa. It is much easier to talk about his showiness and potential for sexy antics. Shocked isn't a lie, per se, but it's a lie to say that he wasn't scared. For as emotionally competent as Mettaton is, fear still remains difficult for him to see in himself. He was the one sitting here wondering why he was frozen, confused by the rigidity of his body and the way his mind raced.
It doesn't matter, since he's not frozen anymore. A strong emotion of a jarring, surprising nature? That'll do it, he decides. Fake it until they make it — it's a complex issue otherwise, and perhaps one that really does hinge on unintentional behaviors no thanks to their changes. Papyrus grows, Mettaton freezes. That's how it's likely to be.
Ignoring the fact that he shouldn't freeze, because ultimately, this reminds Mettaton strongly of the fact that the Rathmores did this to him. It's because of them that he's at all afraid, of Soren and of Papyrus. It sucks; even worse that he can't help but wonder that the issue with Papyrus could have been mitigated if he'd made a longer-lasting impression with his EX body. But if he keeps putting himself in his presence, he's certain he can redefine their experience.
He's optimistic. Mettaton's ears pull back into something neutral, pleasant.]
WHILE YOUR INJURIES WERE PLENTY IN THE REALM OF PHYSICAL, I'VE BEEN MERELY A TOUCH OFF-KILTER IN MY ACT. AS YOU WITNESSED, FIRST HAND. MY APOLOGIES, BEAUTIFUL. FOR AS PLEASED AS I AM TO SEE YOU IN RECOVERY... REST ASSURED, THAT I'LL BE IN TOP SHAPE IN NO TIME.
[He clasps together his hands.]
ESPECIALLY WITH THAT NEW ENCHANTMENT, FOR METAL WEAKNESSES! WITH MY PROPHETIC SENSE AS A PUCA... I DETECT ONLY GOOD THINGS, IN THE NEAR FUTURE.
[It doesn't work like that, and it sure would suck if things got really awful after making such an audacious claim.]
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Yeah!!! You're already making good things happen. And, if it doesn't burn the same way... It's that much easier to put the past where it belongs!
[In the past. Or, perhaps, in the trash. Hard to say. Come to think of it, now that Mettaton's gotten his supplies and enchantment squared away...]
In fact! Umm. Do you still have, the recipe for it?
[It doesn't work as easily as Mettaton's saying... But if they crowd their lives with good things, and things that make the bad things less bad, then. Then! Maybe the near future can be pretty close to only good.]
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[With a heart on his screen, Mettaton reaches around his body and into... his body... probably. He produces things sometimes, in this manner. He's not wearing a dress to hide remotes in, no, but paper is no heavy burden.
The robotic idol produces a sheet of parchment that has been folded up into a nice, neat rectangle. Not just any rectangle, but a distinctly Mettaton-shaped rectangle, by way of origami. He's always excessive. There's a heart drawn on the front of it, like a Valentine, with the letters MTT illustrated within. Unfolding it will suggest that he himself hand-copied the formula in his curly script for the distribution to other metal-vulnerable Monsters.
The TV star wheels closer to Papyrus with exuberance, paper held out for the taking. The air he gives off now is nothing like the tentative fear he had on mere moments ago, the purpose of the moment giving him other things to focus on.]
AND, FOR THE ROAD, I ALSO HAD THEM PRODUCE FOR ME A NUMBER OF SLIPS BEARING THE ENCHANTMENT! IN CASE FINDING A WILLING WITCH TAKES YOU LONGER THAN YOU HOPE. [In his other hand, two heavier slips of paper bear a number of inky scrawls and sigils, drawn up by a Witch who was surely being imposed upon by Mettaton. The heart disappears from his screen to be replaced by a number 1.] THOUGH I DOUBT YOU'LL HAVE TROUBLE, WITH CHARM LIKE YOURS! IT'LL BE EASY! WHO COULD SAY NO TO HELPING YOU OUT??
NONETHELESS. IF YOU FIND NOBODY WILLING, SPEAK TO ME, SWEETHEART. I'LL FIND SOMEBODY FOR YOU.
[Even an unwilling somebody. Probably an unwilling somebody. That's Mettaton's charm.]
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He doesn't know enough about this sort of advanced magical engineering to spend more than a second or two wondering about it, before the force of Mettaton's charm and presence distracts him from the question. The speed, ease, and showmanship with which the robot hands things over, the encouraging offers of help... It's such a heartening relief that his tail starts wagging again.]
Oh my god! I should have known... Of course you'd have some prepared!
[Just like the cooking shows: don't advertise a product unless it's prepared already, available for display to his loving audience, right?]
Thank you!!! I'll ask around. And surely find someone who says yes!
[If nothing else, there's probably witches who haven't heard of this creation yet, who'd be intrigued to take notes on it for use by their bonds or other friends.]
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Having handed off the papers, Mettaton exhibits a heart upon his screen and raises a finger. The other returns to his hip in a fist. His ears, only half-way capable of emoting, settle into something conveying a pleasant feeling. He is ready for this type of showmanship, with the ways he's been wanting to show off this brand new creation.]
FABULOUS! I'M THRILLED TO PASS ALONG SOMETHING WHICH HAS HELPED ME SO IMMENSELY... TO OTHERS IN NEED. [And... like he's been thinking about it... The letter M appears upon his screen.] MTT-BRAND METAL BUFFER! NOT THE KIND YOU MIGHT USE TO POLISH A SEXY ROBOT TO A MIRROR-SUAVE SHINE... BUT THE KIND USED TO ATTAIN DEFENSES JUST AS FINE!! OHHH YES! I LIKE IT!
[Branding things. As Mettaton does. He just hasn't been stricken with the right inspiration until right now.
(It would be impossible to tell that he's been in a rut, in this moment. Hard to keep himself afloat with months without a Bond, with constant disfigurement, and with constant pain. The torture's the icing on the cake. But things are, hopefully, looking up.)]
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His tail in full force, Papyrus clutches the papers to his chest much as any fan might, when given something by their favorite celebrity.]
Yeah!!! I like it too! Nyeh heh heh heh heh!!
[Restless energy has him bounce in place, too amped up to immediately know what to say beyond enthusiastically agreeing. Their efforts to change the subject to a more positive, less fear-inducing one have been more than successful... But it's still the afternoon before the full moon, and the neighboring nights are close enough to effect many monsters - Papyrus among them.
But after a second or two, he glances back towards the kitchen and the abandoned groceries.]
And! Speaking of things we like. Do you, uh... Do you want something to eat, before you go? As a thank you!
[Does Mettaton even eat, he's no longer sure.]
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OH, MY. THANK YOU, BEAUTIFUL! AND WHILE THE OFFER TEMPTS ME... I MUST BE GOING. [He raises a finger. Mettaton always lines things up.] WITH AN ABUNDANCE OF NEWCOMERS, AND SUCH LITTLE IN THE WAYS OF PERSONAL BELONGINGS... I HAVE A FRESH FACE I'M INTENDING TO TREAT TO A BIT OF SHOPPING! THESE POOR HUMANS COME WITH ONLY THE CLOTHES ON THEIR BACKS... I CAN'T HAVE THAT.
[He presses a hand to the area beneath his screen, heartfelt.]
NEXT TIME, PAPYRUS, DARLING. HOW ABOUT IT? I DO ENJOY INDULGING IN FOOD...
[He enjoys Food and Indulgence, as any good robot does. Though Mettaton... means it... sincerely. Eating isn't quite something he's figured out has flavor, not at this point in time, nor does he have any way to eat as a rectangle... But he enjoys doing it. It's quaint, and he's always wanted to eat food.]
and that's a wrap, I think
[Papyrus outright clasps his hands over his mouth through the apologetic explanation.]
You're right, we can't have that! Please, go help all the new arrivals be fashionable and happy.
[If he were just a little more hyped up, he would have a tear to wipe away at this point. That Mettaton, always seeing to the public good. Service through entertainment, employment, and charitable gifts for those less fortunate. His fondness meter is already pretty filled, but that's a little bit more for it.]
And, maybe, it's just as well... I didn't shop for guests. We can meet up another time!
yes! 👍
FABULOUS. I'LL KEEP YOUR OFFER IN MIND, GORGEOUS.
[Unhanding his hand, Mettaton wheels easily toward the door, always one to both invite himself in and take his leave as he fancies. The world is his stage, and everywhere is for him to access.]
UNTIL THEN, TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF, DARLING. [A short flick of his wrist in a wave.] TOODLES!
[With goodbyes exchanged, Mettaton's out the door to do exactly what he claims. Mikasa is, of course, his victim.]