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epidemiology2016-03-17 12:48 pm
ex_mettacrusher33) wrote in epidemiology2016-03-17 12:48 pm
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[OPEN] Nothing like a cool autumn breeze
CHARACTERS: mettacrusher, etc!
DATE: Just after the event, before the call to Nalawi
WARNINGS: nothing but obnoxious robots thus far
SUMMARY: Who knew living underground your whole life would not be ideal for preparing your suddenly living in a fairy-tale castle? ALSO PARTIES MAYBE!!
[A: Wandering -> Courtyard]
[For as calm and thrilling as his introductory video had been, Mettaton was not initially pleased with this whole "being told he can't go home" business. He had plans. He had other things to do. He had an audience. He had his friends. He promised them he wouldn't leave, not ever again, and here he was, completely against all of his intentions, being forced to work for people he didn't even know. It was ludicrous!! There were a ton of strong words and angered demands that they reconsider their stance for him.
It didn't work. He's still here.
It was him trying to keep a positive spin on things that caused him to make the broadcast he did. Maybe a bit of desperation. But mostly practiced optimism! If they wanted him to work, he would work on his terms. Charity out-reach? Fine. Labor? HA. No.
At least the setting is... beautiful, actually. Mettaton spent a lot of his life wishing he was in a castle, that he was royalty and, like it or not, he was here now. He'd wandered the halls for hours, examining every crack and curve in the architecture before finally wandering outside. He isn't trying to be inconspicuous, but he's shockingly not bringing attention to himself on purpose. He's simply... taking in the sights of the sun beaming rays through the trees. Standing and staring wistfully at the sky like the world's most glamorous statue.
And singing, quietly. It's all very peaceful.]
[B: Making a good second impression -> Courtyard]
AAAAAAAAAAAAALRIGHT, BEAUTIES AND GENTLEBEAUTIES!!
[Obviously, he's gone back to his normal, more boastful self. He's standing tall, arms poised in the air, and definitely demanding attention.
His volume dial is up.]
As per my word, this area is now the meeting place of ALASTAIR's hopes and dreams!! Anyone with interest in joining this noble and important cause, come right on down to introduce yourself.
IIIIT'S SHOWTIME!!
mettacrusher, etc!DATE: Just after the event, before the call to Nalawi
WARNINGS: nothing but obnoxious robots thus far
SUMMARY: Who knew living underground your whole life would not be ideal for preparing your suddenly living in a fairy-tale castle? ALSO PARTIES MAYBE!!
[A: Wandering -> Courtyard]
[For as calm and thrilling as his introductory video had been, Mettaton was not initially pleased with this whole "being told he can't go home" business. He had plans. He had other things to do. He had an audience. He had his friends. He promised them he wouldn't leave, not ever again, and here he was, completely against all of his intentions, being forced to work for people he didn't even know. It was ludicrous!! There were a ton of strong words and angered demands that they reconsider their stance for him.
It didn't work. He's still here.
It was him trying to keep a positive spin on things that caused him to make the broadcast he did. Maybe a bit of desperation. But mostly practiced optimism! If they wanted him to work, he would work on his terms. Charity out-reach? Fine. Labor? HA. No.
At least the setting is... beautiful, actually. Mettaton spent a lot of his life wishing he was in a castle, that he was royalty and, like it or not, he was here now. He'd wandered the halls for hours, examining every crack and curve in the architecture before finally wandering outside. He isn't trying to be inconspicuous, but he's shockingly not bringing attention to himself on purpose. He's simply... taking in the sights of the sun beaming rays through the trees. Standing and staring wistfully at the sky like the world's most glamorous statue.
And singing, quietly. It's all very peaceful.]
[B: Making a good second impression -> Courtyard]
AAAAAAAAAAAAALRIGHT, BEAUTIES AND GENTLEBEAUTIES!!
[Obviously, he's gone back to his normal, more boastful self. He's standing tall, arms poised in the air, and definitely demanding attention.
His volume dial is up.]
As per my word, this area is now the meeting place of ALASTAIR's hopes and dreams!! Anyone with interest in joining this noble and important cause, come right on down to introduce yourself.
IIIIT'S SHOWTIME!!
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Sit! [ Said, of course, to the dog; when he complies, she gives him a treat from the palm of her hand and a pat on the head, then turns her attention upwards. ] You want a treat too? You're being well-behaved right now.
[ Which is her way of saying that she recognizes that he's not being as ostentatious as usual. She doesn't know Mettaton that well on a personal level, but seeing him so calm is off-putting. ]
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Well, there goes his serenity.
He just barely tilts his head back to look down at her, his passive expression gone to strained camaraderie and a hideously fake smile.]
How thoughtful of you, beautiful! But I'm afraid I can't eat. Such cruel limitations of being a robot, you know. Besides.
I would hate to take any food that you clearly need more.
[He's pointedly eyeing her up and down. Unfortunately, there's no Papyrus or Alphys to get between them now.]
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[ And not fondly, by the sounds of it. ]
You're being weirder than usual, and Alphys would want me to make sure you're alright. So spit it out.
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It's far too nice out right now to start a fight. Not without it being planned, recorded, and wages made toward his astounding victory.
Mettaton finally turns fully (on his heel, gracefully) toward his old neighbor (not that she knows that) and kneels down to inspect her... dog monster? It's very small. He holds a hand out toward it.]
I can't enjoy the weather?
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[ No elaboration is forthcoming, just an expectant stare. Dogberry seems elated to be getting attention though, licking at the proferred hand. She lets the dog do what it will, only giving a little tug at the leash when he gets a little too eager. ]
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[Rude. Rude.
The stare gets a stare in kind as MTT lets the dog lick his gloves. It's cute. He's going to call it...
...Snowflake.]
Do you not enjoy the weather?
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[ Alright, it happened only once. But she's still bitter about it. ]
This isn't about the weather, though. I asked about you.
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Regardless. He's moved onto petting Snowflake now. Pet pet.]
And I told you I was enjoying the weather. I'm not sure what else you want, darling.
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[ Alphys, babe, she loves you but... couldn't she have made a more agreeable robot?! Undyne is trying so hard here, but this isn't rewarding in any sense. In rare form, she picks her next words carefully, for however much good it actually does her. She wouldn't know subtlety if it smacked her in the face. If it did, she'd probably try to beat it up in retaliation. ]
Whatever you think about me, I know something's up. If you don't want to tell me, then say that and stop trying to lie, because it's not gonna work.
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[That's really what she thought of him? He was just some over-the-top science-project that needed to be babied?
Sigh.]
I'm not up to anything. I'm simply enjoying not being shackled in a cave under the ground and I don't need to be loud to do that. [Though he could. Unfortunately, he wasted the last of his confetti changing the subject on Sans.] Honestly, don't you know what a stage persona is?
[He's just going to keep petting this dog. It likes him far more.]
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[ What dog doesn't like everyone? And this one smells funny. Undyne continues to watch him out of the corner of her eye, and does nothing except give surprisingly gentle corrections.
The other half is still eyeing Mettaton warily. ]
How would I know what your persona is? It's not like you ever came to hang out with me and Alphys like a normal monster.
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Oh! Now we're upset that I could see Alphys' charming little crush on you from a mile away and wanted to give the two of you space? [And avoid the cartoons. By god was he trying to avoid the cartoons.] That's certainly some gratitude.
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Hey, that's... you still could have chilled with us sometimes! You're her friend too, you think I would tell her she could only hang out with one friend at a time?
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[He's staring.
The leaves are stirring.]
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Snowflake is licking his hand.]
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[ Undyne lets out a growl of frustration, which seems to attract Dogberry's attention; the pup turns to paw at her leg, concerned. ]
Fine, whatever your deal is, deal with it yourself! I was trying to be friendly but I guess you don't want that! Come on, Dogberry, we're leaving.
[ She gives a light tug on the leash as she starts to walk away, and the pup follows obediently, despite giving a glance over at his new friend. ]
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But even so, the warmth of the sun during a typical day is just as good. On his walk to nowhere in particular (if questioned, of course, he's heading for the kitchen - even if that isn't true) he hears a familiar voice, recognises a familiar feeling. A feeling all the monsters here have had, at least once, in finding out that nothing beats being free of captivity.
Of course, rather than approach he's just kinda there now to Mettaton's side, in typical Sans fashion. Whether or not he's used to Sans just popping up wherever he feels like, suddenly and without warning, is another matter altogether, but either way.]
Nothing like it, huh?
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[Nope. He'll never get used to how the skeleton does that. It's different from drifting off and someone sneaking up on you; usually, in hindsight, you realize there were warning signs.
This is never the case with Sans. One moment, you're enjoying yourself or a starfait and suddenly... He's there.
MTT should hire him for a magic show, but that's neither here nor there. What is here is Sans. And the sun. What a nice thing.
Over his surprise that he is going to deny, the robot folds his hands behind his back and smiles a legitimate, completely genuine smile.]
It's bigger than I thought. It seems so... endless.
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[The vastness of reality is an impressive thing, to be sure. All the worlds, timelines, universes...by comparison it just made the underground even smaller, laughably so. That their entire world for so long had been even less than a drop of water in the ocean.]
Means you've got way more potential fans out there than you thought too, huh?
[But he's always gonna keep things lighthearted. Just how he is.]
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It's a lot.]
And I have room in my heart for every last one of them. But...
Do you want to go back?
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It's something he'll have to face eventually, but for now...he just ignores it.]
I go where my bro goes, yknow? So long as he's sticking around here...so am I.
Why, you thinking of bailing on us, MT?
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Which explains the forced laughter, sputtering, and hand-waving.]
What-- Well, no!! Well... Well, no, of course not!! There's so much to be done!! So many fans to make and places to see and explore. So much. Just so much to do.
[Sigh.] It's... just a shame some of us aren't here for it, isn't it?
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[Mettaton is even taller than Undyne and Papyrus, and that's a goddamned hassle. So he can't exactly manage a light, teasing skeletal shoulder punch.
So Mettaton will have to settle for Sans nudging his, like...hand. With his skeleton elbow.]
It's alright to just say you miss someone, y'know. Even a star's gotta have people like that.
[Well, okay, admit it more openly.
If there's one thing Mettaton has in common with Papyrus and, yes, even Undyne, it's they all try really hard to maintain this image of themselves they want to keep. So he's used to dealing with it.]
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[He stretches his arms over his head.]
Anyway. What is there for fun around here? I need to know what I'm up against.
1/2
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[Except, well, that's not how they work.
Butt his little shit knows exactly what he's doing. Make no mistake.]
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He isn't interested in checking up on home. He's happy to be here! He's... not worried about anyone or feeling crushed with guilt at all.]
Oh? And where would those be?
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[how much do you wanna know, mettaton...]
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He can respect it. Later. When he isn't pretending.]
Just... consider me curious, is all. I'd hate to be ignorant of my fans suffering without me!