i invited ortega over tonight to watch sliders in my room (closed)

[ex_mettacrusher33]

CHARACTERS: Mettaton, Maya, Peridot, Feferi, Keats, Olivia, Vaughn, Oliver, Giorno, Fugo, Papyrus (and possibly Sans)
DATE: A bit after arriving in Terra Felis
WARNINGS: Some of the movies involve violence, but this is just a sleepover. On a cat planet.
SUMMARY: Mettaton invited his closest friends to a musical viewing planned for when they got back to Oska. They're uh... they're just gonna have to make due with what they have.



...this isn't what Mettaton expected.

The original plan was much more dour in nature, surely. He had a very specific intent to hole himself in his room in Oska, feel horrible for himself, and then force those whose presence he enjoyed into spending the night with him watching movies that he also enjoyed. It was meticulously planned to cheer himself up! To encourage his friends to meet with one another and talk about how wonderful him and his taste in entertainment was! To fill the gaping void of despair of leaving Woodhurst with love and admiration!!

Instead, he found himself surrounded by cats. That tends to blast a hole in any pre-planned pity-party.

But! The show must go on, even with a change in scenery or motivation. Besides, it isn't as if his wonderful, wonderful friends (and Keats) couldn't use something fun themselves!! He promised them a celebration! After everything they've gone through, they certainly deserve it.

So his hotel room has been decorated as beautifully as Mettaton himself. Blankets hang from the ceiling, creating one giant fort within the room proper. Glitter is seemingly everywhere. Snacks (...mostly meat-based, like hamburgers, thanks to the area) have been paid for and set up lovingly along more blankets on the floor. Several pillows are also on the floor, as well a steady pile of them in the corner of the room (for extra and/or lounging, you see). The bed holds even more pillows, and the vanity has been encompassed in the fort for any emergency midnight makeovers.

It's going to be a long night.

--

6pm to 11pm:
West Side Story
Little Shop of Horrors
Les Mis

Things are starting off particularly well! It's a trio of downers, sure, but there's enjoyment to be had with them regardless! Mettaton continues to maintain that these are classics and need to be revered as such, but this notably doesn't stop him from pointing out any terrible singing or riffing on anything silly, especially with the last movie involved. He encourages his friends to do the same and get as much fun out of the experience as possible. It's a fine start.

--

12am to 4am:
The Little Mermaid
Enchanted
Into the Woods

The snacks are beginning to wane. The weakest of those invited have begun to quietly drift off into the night, which is a shame for two reasons: One, these are more hopeful movies!! The joyful ones!! The ones Mettaton can't seem to stop himself from sobbing dramatically at. Two, he has a supply of glitter pens at his disposal and has suspiciously left them in plain view, as if challenging his guests to use them on one another.

--

5am to 7am:
Sweeney Todd
Chicago
Rocky Horror Picture Show
Grease 2

It's the dreaming hours, now. Most people with sane sleeping schedules or an ability to tune out Mettaton's gabbing have taken to the slumber part of this party. The movies have also gotten a bit more... questionable, in their content. Cannibalism, murder, badly-sung songs about reproduction... Anyone still awake has most likely reached that blissful, slap-happy state of all slumber-parties where everything is hilarious, the giggles cannot stop, and you're constantly trying to keep yourself from waking the rest of the guests.

--

Mingle, enjoy, and please keep Maya from eating all of the snacks.

PS: Don't trust the bone goblin attempting to sell catnip. He wasn't invited.

Comments

ota hmu

[digiorno]

[The surroundings have Giorno off-kilter. He doesn't know how to cope with . . . all of this, things that he'd ordinarily find very pleasant when he's feeling so awful. So Mettaton's party is even more of a touchstone than it would've been already. And when he arrives, he feels so comforted by the familiar absurdity of this ostentatious pampering that he breaks away from Fugo to give the host one rare Actual Hug.]

[The rest of the night is a whirlwind. He throws himself into the films, sinking in the delicious escapism of the first trio. West Side Story grips him in a baffled homesick sort of way, but it's Les Mis that leaves him openly and silently weeping. It's clear he's familiar with the storyline, although not this version; by the end of it, he's visibly drained.]

[The second trio is just as enjoyable, once he's calmed down and surreptitiously cleaned himself up. He's reached the middle-of-the-night snacking hour, and also peak mischievousness, as he is among the first to pick up a glitter pen and begin to decorate the unsuspecting sleepers with Glamor. Somewhere in here, he also passes the host a handkerchief.]

[And then there are the wee hours--and murder, and so on. Which is just as fascinating as love and revolution and happy endings to Giorno, albeit much more familiar. He's quick to lean close and whisper fiercely about the realism or lack thereof of this prison or that asylum, and by the time the playbill rolls around to the last two films he's mostly just giggly to the point of needing to lean against someone most of the time. Sleep is for the weak. Although anyone who wakes up Fugo will receive a horse head sometime, probably.]

[ex_mettacrusher33]

[It's such a pleasure to see Giorno this happy! The boy never claimed anything horrible happened during their trip to Woodhurst, but Mettaton can see the damage clear as day on his face. He's been clinging to Fugo, actually offered Mettaton a hug when he seemed reluctant to receive one before, was emotionally moved even by Javert's horrible singing...

Something's wrong. Mettaton won't press for the reason, that's simply not his job. He's just here to bring joy; and he has!! Isn't this party a wonderful thing?

...but he has to ask.]

Why do you know so much about prisons and asylums, Gigi?

hey pal you wanna buy some cat nip (5-7)

[skelepun]

[Maybe Giorno is leaning to speak to someone in particular. Maybe he's muttering to himself. Maybe he's dozing off. Either way, the next idly spoken comment about the films will be met with the sudden, inexplicable presence of someone new right next to him.

They've met before, and Giorno might recognize the voice, though Sans was wearing a lot less skin this time. Unlike Mettaton, not everyone was as eager to keep wearing the cloaks.]

You guys sure do have a lot of that, huh? [He responds, completely ignoring whatever Giorno was actually saying in favor of gesturing towards the screen as the demon barber slit another throat. Whether he's referring to blood, murder, or barbers, who knows.]

[headlining]

A: 6pm to 11pm

[There's a giant pile of pillows over in the corner. They seem innocuous enough, except, occasionally, you can see them moving. This is now Keats' place. He is just going to lay under all these pillows and pretend not to watch musicals while griping about them the whole time, as one must.]

Ugh, what are they singing about now? French economics? [Says a voice under the pillow pile, clearly exasperated.] When will this end...

B: 12am to 4am

[Somehow, Keats has been dragged out of the pillow pile at this point. The musicals now aren't half bad, though that doesn't stop Keats from speaking up every once in a while:]

Goodness, the original Hans Christian Andersen version was much worse. I mean, did you know that in the original she had to try to kill the prince to turn back into a mermaid after she got her heart broken? [He lets out a laugh.] I'd like to see that be turned into a musical.

[By the showing of Enchanted, however, he's already edged back into his pillow fort, though one can totally see him watching the movie using the mirror on the vanity.]

C: 5am to 7am

[It's an entire marathon of musicals, and by this time, some people are already quite asleep. Keats is one of them.]

[And yet, unlike normal people, who are totally fine with just, well, not moving when they're sleeping, Keats is, strangely, getting up. He even puts on his glasses and heads towards the door, somehow not tripping on any glitter pens or pillows in the way even though his eyes are clearly closed.]

[Stop Keats from sleepwalking out of the room and tripping over a million cats, y/n?]

c

[ex_mettacrusher33]

[N.

Mettaton had been right in the middle of admiring a stellar performance from Angela Lansbury when sudden movement from an otherwise still Pillow Mountain catches his eye. He watches as his friend rises from the dead, replaces his glasses upon his face, and...

What is he doing, actually? Where is he-

...Oh. Oh goodness. Oh yes. He's still asleep!

This is hilarious. Plucking a pen from the floor and pulling a blank diary from his storage, Mettaton takes to trailing behind the other man. He turns, briefly, to Giorno and offers him a thumbs up, half "I got this" and half "you're in charge."

5am, he writes, as he follows Keats out into the hallway. Subject is stumbling out of the room.

This is going to be an adventure.]

a; (ง •̀_•́)ง

[digiorno]

Excuse me?

[Giorno has had Snacks. Giorno is fueled by Emotion. Giorno has cried Three Times Already. Don't start this fight, Keats.]

B.

[slapfight]

[Peridot is also pretty unimpressed by this fish-woman movie. her fish woman friend is better.] Why couldn't she just write "I'm the girl who saved you" in the sand? It would have saved everyone some grief.

B

[fintastic]

[ Feferi's attentions have been primarily on, one, Peridot, and two, the mermaid movie, once it comes on. Seadwelling humans seems like such a novelty to her, given everything that she knows about humans. But the commentary catches her interest and she turns to Keats, all wide-eyed and curious. ]

What, really? That sounds cool! Not the killing part, but-- I didn't even know humans liked that kind of thing?

B

[unholey]

Mm. It'd be a very different sort of musical, then. [Fugo hides an enormous yawn behind his hand.] Much bloodier. What with the tongue cutting and the attempted murder and every step feeling like it's been taken over knives and such.

A

[catphishing]

[Oliver, in truth, is not much of a sleepover guy. He's here because it's Mettaton, and he is actually a pretty big fan of musicals.]

Why did you come if you hate musicals so much?

[If he sounds offended, it's because he is. Les Mis is up there with the greats and doesn't deserve this kind of griping.]

have you ever done feline parsley, keats (6-11)

[skelepun]

Y'know.

[It's a voice, coming from... ontop the pillow pile? Inside it? Where the hell is it coming from.]

You're pretty comfortable, for a wet blanket.

A

[moneyman]

[ the large pillow pile hadn't really commanded much of his attention. this is Mettaton's party, after all—who knows what's in there? probably more glitter.

then it starts talking. the voice sounds familiar, but he just wants to check. so, he carefully plucks away one of the pillows and peeks inside.

...yeah, that's what he thought. ]

Oh, hey, Keats. [ should he put the pillow back where it was? is Keats hiding from someone? did he just ruin everything?? ] You cold or something?

B;

[feytality]

[they're watching Disney movies and this is his first thought??]

Wow, you're a really fun guy to have at parties, aren't you?

[Maya's been stuffing her face with snacks continuously while watching but she does pause to roll her eyes at Keats]

OTA!

[unholey]

[A: 6 PM to 11 PM]

[April, in a turn of phrase, is a shitty, shitty month. And the way Fugo is dealing with April being shitty is to grit his teeth, refuse he's having a bad time, and shove himself through the month day-by-day. Night-by-night is a different story, though. He's been sleeping very poorly, which is obvious by the huge circles under his eyes. Terra Felis is better than Woodhurst in every conceivable way, except for the part where he has to get used to the fact that it's a planet of cats. A cat planet.

So. Movies. Musicals, even. Fugo is quiet and attentive as he watches these first few ones, quick to provide facts and discuss historical points of Les Mis or parallels between West Side Story and Romeo and Juliet. He's completely baffled by the Little Shop of Horrors, though. There's a plate of snacks nearby that Giorno keeps nagging him to eat which, after a long-suffering sigh, Fugo reaches for to nibble at.

It's not very well-guarded, though. Just about anyone could steal those snacks.]

[12 AM to 4 AM]

[The point is, I'm not going to sleep. So there.

Fugo's own words would haunt him. You know, if he was awake enough to remember them. Throughout the night, he's made downright valiant attempts to stay awake. Although he obviously prefers to stay close to Giorno, he regularly gets up to walk around and stretch. He drinks water. Continues to nibble at snacks. Has even deigned to let someone paint his nails, although he spitefully picked the most obnoxiously bright color Mettaton had available.

However. Inevitably. During the second half of The Little Mermaid, around the time that Ariel loses her voice and gets her sea legs, it starts to happen. He blinks, long and slow; when his eyes are closed, his head bobs forward. There's even a moment where he drifts to lean heavily on Giorno's shoulder, when it seems like it might actually happen and he'll fall asleep.

But, no. Fugo is nothing if not stubborn. He catches himself every time, jerking back to a slightly more alert state of mind. The point is that he's not going to sleep.

So there.]

[5 AM to 7 AM]

[Except joke's totally on Fugo, because once Giorno convinced him to rest his head on his knees under the pretense of "let me play with your hair" he crashed in less than five minutes, just as Giselle poked her head through the manhole cover. And asleep he stays through the rest of Enchanted, Into the Woods, and even most of Sweeney Todd. He does wake up eventually, though, just in time for some great gruesome murder. He drowsily watches the rest of Mr. Barker's tragedy as it unfolds on screen, entirely disinclined to move. He's so quiet and still that it would be entirely understandable to assume that he's still asleep.

That is, during Chicago's press conference--(yes, oh yes, the gun, the gun, the gun!)--until his shoulders start to shake with laughter. Or, well: it's really more of a dark and spiteful chuckle that bubbles up from his stomach. But from someone as solemn as Fugo, the fact that this is happening at all and he isn't making any moves to hide or smother it is a downright miracle.]

God. Even in movies. [He gestures, sleepiness making his usual sharp manner of dismissively flicking his fingers wide and round.] They're useless, the whole lot of them. What a joke. She deserves to get away with it.

5 - 7

[digiorno]

[Giorno is probably the only person in a position to know when Fugo finally drifts back to consciousness. Even if he weren't always cheating with his powers anyway, he's had his fingers carding through Fugo's hair for hours, and they're close enough he notices the rhythm of Fugo's breathing shift.]

[The quiet is good, though. Fugo was so worried he'd have to be loud and exciting and that people would think he was unfun that Giorno's perfectly content letting him rest in the quiet in these early hours.]

[None of which is to say that he isn't perfectly thrilled to hear the unexpected sound of laughter coming from the drowsy boy in his lap. Sure, it's laughter born of spite, but that's the best kind anyway. He bites his lip, but there's no way of holding back all of his giggles; a few slip through his teeth, and then it's all over. Gigglefit is now.]

Life imitates-- [Help. He has to pause and try to catch his breath, grounding himself by pushing his fingers through Fugo's hair.] Art?

6-11

[fintastic]

[ Feferi does, in fact, grab for one of the snacks. She's not really thinking about it much until its halfway into her mouth, and by that point, it's too late to put it back. So she turns with an apologetic smile as she chews, and swallows, and then she laughs. ]

Sorry about that! --hey, do you recognize me?

12 to 4

[ex_mettacrusher33]

[Mettaton couldn't be happier that Gigi-darling brought Fugo along for the ride (yes, he knows he told Gio to bring him and yes, shut up). Fugo immediately struck him as the type of sad, despondent loner that needed to have a little extra cheer in his life. A bit like Blooky and Alphys, honestly. The fact that he actually showed without complaint is a milestone in their quick and no-take-backsy friendship!

This does not stop Mettaton from leaning toward Fugo and whispering aggressively into his ear.]

Are you falling asleep during The Little Mermaid, darling? [He sounds angered and personally offended.]

cat-nip for sale kiddo (5-7)

[skelepun]

You're a little young to be so cynical.

[The voice comes from behind him, attached to a presence that wasn't there the moment before. Mettaton was a hell of a bouncer, but velvet ropes were only effective on those who bothered waiting in line.

Sans took another bite of the strange slop he certainly hadn't gotten from the snack table. He waves, bony fingers clacking slightly with the effort.]

Familiar scene for you, pal?

PERIDOT | OTA w/ one closed prompt

[slapfight]

a. round one

[Peridot, too, wants to wash the stench of Woodhurst off her, and she's here to make good on her word to find something enjoyable to do that doesn't involve fighting her teammates.

Mettaton has exceptional taste and she doesn't have to sleep, so she can watch this entire marathon and not miss a bit of it. It's going to be amazing.

And as she's used to people bursting into song around her, the musicals don't even make her question anything, which is pretty strange because Peridot questions everything, but really the most questionable thing during these early movies is the fact that she's definitely... missing the point of West Side Story.]

...They just met! How are they in love already? Where's the subtext!


b. round two: CLOSED TO FEFERI

[despite Blatantly Missing the Point of Tony and Maria's tragic love, she deeply enjoyed Little Shop of Horrors, even with the bad ending, and mostly had the same feelings about Cosette and Marius in Les Mis as she did with Tony and Maria.

The Little Mermaid, however, does make her pay closer attention to Feferi. It's the fish thing. It intrigues her.] Is this even remotely accurate?

[god Peridot, not all fish people are the same.]

c. round three

[the slumber party has definitely earned the slumber part of its name at this point, but Peridot is still going strong, glued to the screen even when she's making huffy comments about plot contrivances or terrible romantic pairings. by the third round, however, she has pretty much nothing to say... aside from yelling at Mettaton that it is WAY TOO SOON for movies about eating people after that ordeal.

The Rocky Horror Picture Show, on the other hand, has her totally enraptured. is it the costumes? is it the choreography? is it the fact that one of the leads is a sexy fashionista AND a genius?

maybe mostly the last one. either way, it's the first one she is genuinely sad to see end.] Wait-wait! I wanna watch that one again!

the one that says Feferi!! 38D

[fintastic]

[ Feferi, for one, is absolutely enthralled by all of this. She watches with rapt enjoyment, and it's a welcome distraction from their sudden departure from Woodhurst. She would have liked to stay longer to help out, but it seems like ALASTAIR has other plans... she tries not to fret too much.

But when the next movie up features an aquatic human, her fins perk right up, and her attention is more rapt than ever. She almost doesn't even hear the question at first, but parses it a few seconds later. ]

Oh-- I don't know about seadwelling humans, actually! I was under the impression that there was no such thing! This is definitely not what Alternia is like, though. I like her. Uhm. Who is the guy with the face whiskers?

[ The word 'dad' still eludes her sometimes. ]

a

[ex_mettacrusher33]

[If there's anyone who can fully judge Peridot, it's certainly not Mettaton. Books tend to not survive the Underground as much as more... water-proof media, so most of his knowledge on the great plays of William Shakespeare come from adaptations. Adaptations that may or may not have been romanticizing a dark comedy, as is the case here.

They're missing the point together, albeit in different ways. That's all that matters.

He lounges across the floor, one leg in the air, and one arm draped over his forehead as he tosses glitter into the air above his head.]

SUBTEXT? Sweetheart! Look at their EYES! Listen to their VOICES! Watch them MOVE!! The subtext is in every quiver of their vocals and every sway of their gorgeous limbs! This is FORBIDDEN LOVE!! OOO LALA!!

C

[catphishing]

[By now Oliver's more or less succumbed to slumber. He's too old for all nighters, and honestly prefers the comfort of his own bed. Much as he loves Rocky Horror, he's probably missed most of it. He cracks open a bleary eye, amazed any of them are still going at this point.]

We've got to have been watching these for nearly twelve hours. I can't believe you can still focus.

round one! kitty nap 4 sale

[skelepun]

[Sure, he wasn't exactly invited to this little shindig, but far be it from him to miss out on a good party. More specifically, the crashing of said party. Even more specifically, his own crashing -- the best part of sleepovers was the sleep part, after all.

Still, there were other advantages. The people watching was even better TV than the movie selection. And when he heard Peridot's high, piercing complaint rise above the rest, Sans knew which channel he wanted to tune into.]

Never heard of love at first sight? [His voice comes from right beside her, occupying space that was previously empty air and a few loose pillows.] I would've guessed that was your thing.

[I mean, he's not the one that goes around kissing strangers.]

ota!

[winces]

[ olivia doesn't think she's ever been part of a sleepover before, at least not in the ~official~ sense. she knows for sure she has never been part of a movie night before, mostly because what the heck even are movies??

but she attends all the same, both eager for the chance to relax and unwind with some friends, and also curious to see what these so-called movies are like... she'd heard there were talks of music involved.

feel free to happen upon olivia doing any of the following:

A. marveling over the wonders that is this POPPED CORN. what a lovely treat! so simple and fluffy and sweet! she's a big fan of the caramel covered ones... at least, that is, until a kernel gets stuck in her tooth. what witchcraft is this?! >:'c
B. crying over west side story or les mis or the little mermaid or whathaveyou. IF IT'S EMOTIONAL, SHE'S CRYING ABOUT IT, probably blubbering over some "pure love" or some nonsense like that.
C. falling asleep somewhere in the middle of it all, possibly on top of someone, possibly on top of you. ]

[ex_mettacrusher33]

[Unfortunately, Olivia has fallen asleep on the wrong man. There was a right man, and it was definitely not Mettaton.

Not that she can be blamed, of course!! For being made entirely of metal and therefore slightly uncomfortable and unyielding, he's at least more warm than your average human. There's a comfort in that.

There's not a comfort in him plastering her lips in lipstick while she snoozes and giggling to himself.]

She's going to be so pretty when she wakes up...

Mettaton | OTA

[ex_mettacrusher33]

A:
[Les Mis is a classic, there's no denying that. Its wide-reaching themes of redemption, revolution, love, and determination are all beautiful and geniusly interwoven into one long narrative! The music is stunning!! The acting superb!!

...Aside from one actor. Javert. Javert, sweetheart. Gorgeous. Light of Mettaton's life.

What the hell are you doing with your voice?

Every time the man has appeared on screen is another time Mettaton falls into fits of horrendous laughter as he mimics and exaggerates every fault in this man's voice. How could they hire a man to be in a musical knowing he couldn't sing?! It's MADNESS!!]

THIS I SWEAR BY THE STAAAAAAAAAAAARS, [he cackles, singing in one long, dull note.

He's not sorry if you were trying to get legitimate enjoyment out of this moment. This singing is hilarious.]

B:

YOU DON'T.. No, you don't underSTAND, [he wails, gripping a pillow to himself in between passionate sobs.] They took the thematic and musical themes of Little Shop of Horrors and infused it into the original Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale! It isn't DISLOYAL because they aren't trying to TELL the original story! It's its OWN story! This isn't a story about a mermaid falling in love with a prince - this is a story about a mermaid in love with a CULTURE! With an entire- [sob] an entire WORLD beyond anything she's ever been able to experience!! The prince is just a catalyst! She needs to love HERSELF! This is why she gets her happy ending with a prince on land where Audrey was a victim of Seymour's hubris! Because she grows and she learns and she has INITIATIVE!! She makes her own opportunities and takes them when they come!! She's a HERO!

[The Little Mermaid has been over for 15 minutes.

He's still debating its merits.

He doesn't look like he's going to stop without outside influence.]

C:

[Despite some hiccups and what can only be chalked up as one (1) awkward moment between friends (and nothing more), Mettaton considers this party a success! It's in the early morning now, with most everyone who needs to sleep following through with that. The terribly cheesy music of Grease 2 is playing over what would otherwise be a quiet moment. Light fights to make its way through the blankets strung up from the ceiling as easily as they did the hotel curtains. What little light that does make it through shines onto patches of glitter, creating a beautifully serene image.

He takes a moment to admire the scene: the glow of the screen, the hum of music, the shimmer of glitter, his breathtakingly gorgeous and slumbering friends...

They all came because he asked them to, with no other benefit aside from relaxing in his company. Because they are friends. He has friends. He isn't alone.

He doesn't need to look into the mirror to know his cloak is doing that awful thing with his eyes. Mettaton paws away any imaginary tears before going back to what he was doing: flipping through the pages of one of the many diaries scattered around his person and jotting down notes.]

Giorno and Fugo seem to have a bent more towards crime and dramatics, while Olivia and Keats are easily drawn towards romance... Hm...

c.

[slapfight]

[the quiet moment is interrupted by Peridot who has been SO CONFUSED by most of the references (aka all of them) in Grease 2. there's just too many sex jokes for her gem brain to grasp.

which is why she has given up trying to decide what "it" is and why these two kids should "do that for their country" and flopped down in Mettaton's general space.]

Are you analyzing data from this film marathon? [she didn't realize this was a data collection thing on top of being a "fun" thing that "friends" do. Mettaton, you're holding out on her.]