[OPEN] Nothing like a cool autumn breeze

[ex_mettacrusher33]

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!!

Comments

[aspearation]

[ Cutting through the courtyard, Undyne has Dogberry on a leash, taking him for a walk just to get some exercise. She doesn't spot Mettaton at first, until the puppy pulls at the leash and she has to correct him. He barks, and she finally looks up, and for a moment, she debates walking away. But she does need to get the puppy used to meeting strangers. Especially bizarre, robotic strangers. She makes her approach, the puppy following along gleefully. ]

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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[humerous]

[After having spent so much time underground, it really is hard for the "novelty" of an actual sky to wear off. On some days, when the sun sets just right, or the sky is particularly clear at night, it almost makes him forget why he ever gave up on it in the first place.

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?