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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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[He probably had a dimensional box on his person. But he doesn't here. Paper is about all he can tote around. But harnessing some magitech on a body like his is a brilliant idea...

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.)]

[Ahhh, the sounds of an MTT-Brand commercial, playing in his living room. Nostalgia in a robotic box, even if the specific product being advertised isn't one he'd heard dozens of times in the underground. Comfortingly familiar. Except! This time! It's in person!

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.]

[Mettaton clasps his hands together in a gesture of appreciation.]

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.]

Oh no!

[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!

[In a final bid of farewell, Mettaton reaches for Papyrus' spare hand with both of his own, clasping them between his. Yet another heartfelt gesture, as he pats the top of it to express his appreciation for the offer regardless.]

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.]

Edited (I WANTED TO REPLY TO THE SUBJECT BUT DW YEETED IT...) 2020-05-19 00:24 (UTC)

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