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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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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!