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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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

[headlining]

Oh, certainly. You know, I'd like a more honest take on a fairy tale. Something that's not afraid to show just how dark some of those older tales were. It's almost depressing, how nowadays fairy tales are spruced up to be more light-hearted.

[Jokes on you, Keats, they have yet to watch Into the Woods.]

[unholey]

Oh, plenty of those exist. They're just not often made into movies. I believe the name of the genre is "dark fantasy" and they're aimed towards teenagers and young adults.

[He ... says, as if he himself is not a teenager.]

[headlining]

Dark fantasy? Ugh, if you're talking about what I think you're talking about, they exaggerate the darkness of those particular tales to the point where it wraps around in being pathetically hilarious.

[He shakes his head.] They're missing how grim those tales were. They just assume it's all about the drama.

[unholey]

Wasn't the point of most of these stories to pass on some sort of moral or whatever? [He waves a hand.] Trust, love, faithfulness, filial piety, don't make deals with magical entities with powers beyond your comprehension. Those sort of things.

[headlining]

[Keats nods.] Indeed, most of them were. Stories were more or less vehicles for a single, solitary message. They merely had all the details about the supernatural and the adventures to spruce it up for public entertainment.

Though, really, aren't all stories technically built around conveying a moral? Nowadays modern stories are complicated to pin down but at their heart, there's a purpose behind them. There is a reason why they are told.

[unholey]

Actually, I would argue the opposite. Large swaths of fiction, from books, to television, to radio plays, are written with no goal in mind other than entertaining the audience. In my opinions, stories with specific morals and messages have become the minority rather than the majority.

[headlining]

But isn't entertainment a goal in and of itself?

[He's smiling now.]

I guess you have a point, but at the same time, whether it's to make children with vivid imaginations smile or convey some grand observation about humanity, stories are made for the enjoyment of many. A story with a good message isn't a good story unless it tickles our amusement in some fashion.

[unholey]

I suppose that depends on the author. Some people write with the intent of telling a message; their story is entertaining is because they hope to reach many people. On the other hand, others write stories because they want to create something to be enjoyed; the message and moral, if they exist at all, are incidental.

Which doesn't even take into account the death of the author. Original intentions aren't as much of a deciding factor as they once were with literary analysis. In the end, finding and defining meaning in a work rests solely in the hands of the reader.

[God why the fuck are these two so pretentious. Just shut up and sing along to "Under The Sea" already.]