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epidemiology2017-04-08 07:13 pm
ex_mettacrusher33) wrote in epidemiology2017-04-08 07:13 pm
i invited ortega over tonight to watch sliders in my room (closed)
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.
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.
c.
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.]
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Mettaton crosses his legs together, making room for the small gem. There's still diaries scattered everywhere - hopefully the dimness of the room will discourage her from peeping into any of them.]
Oh, it's just for reference, Peri-pie. For next time! You don't keep in mind what your friends like?
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But we do keep a smaller-than-average lake at the barn because Lapis prefers to be around water, so...
[so okay, yes. she gets it. even if it was a hard thing to figure out because her first experience with impressing people with what they like was with the Immovable Object that is Lapis Lazuli.]
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Lapis?]
Lapis? [he repeats, head tilted.
Oh..! He clasps his hands together.
...quietly.]
You know, sweetheart, I've never heard much about your friends from home. Why don't you tell me about them?
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Well, Lapis is a water gem. She's... had some bad experiences on Earth, but we're working through them together. She's my roommate- oh we live in a barn out in the country. And then there's the Crystal Gems- rebels from the Gem Homeworld who used to be my enemies. There's Pearl- she was here once, and a lot of people remember her. Not that it's easy to forget her, considering how fussy and sensitive and bossy she is. And there's Garnet- she's a permafusion. Her two halves are in constant sync with each other forming this ultra-powerful warrior gem. I used to think she was weird for staying fused all the time, but I understand now. And, of course Amethyst. She's so laid back and charming and has an amazing sense of humor, and she thinks I'm funny! What a compliment from someone like her.
And last, but most importantly, there's Steven, without whom I wouldn't be the gem I am today. He's a gem/human hybrid, and while he leads with his emotions and is overburdened with feelings, he's taught me so much about life and appreciating the value in everything.
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...huh.]
You know, I think I met a few of your friends. Steven performed at my show back in Nalawi, actually. [He leans himself against the wall, admiring the way the blankets hang from the ceiling.]
His stage name was Tiger Millionaire.
[Haha.]
How did you meet?
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But maybe he'd been transferred before the people she knew here got here. Maybe they were busy. Maybe...
She finds herself wanting to ask about what he was like here- to find some trace of her friend she can cling to. She adores the people she's met here, more than she's ever expected to, but she misses Earth.
She never would have believed herself capable of saying that.] I came to Earth for a mission- back when I was still with Homeworld. He interrupted my work. Heh. Even then he just wanted to make friends with me... Up until I tried to kill him, anyway.
[she squeezes the pillow tighter.] But he never gave up on me. [except once, but she'd pulled it back in the nick of time and proved she was deserving of the trust and belief he'd placed in her.]
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That's awful...
Mettaton gives Peridot a smile, moving to reassuringly wrap an arm around her shoulder.] That sounds like Steven. [From what little he knew of him, anyway. You can always tell those "save the world" types.
...] You know, [he drawls, nudging a forgotten diary with his foot,] you probably would have gotten along with Frisk. They were a human from back home - a lot like Steven, I'd guess. Happy, adventurous, determined... [He lowers his voice. She's the only one who gets to hear this.] To be honest? I... tried to kill them, too. It's a long story, filled with sighs, but. ...but they believed in mercy above all else. They decided to spare me, even if I was just a robot. They spared everyone, actually.
[Well! He gives her shoulder a little squeeze.]
Point being, I know how that is. And I'm sure Steven will be back around soon.
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that's exactly like Steven. he tried to spare Jasper who had done nothing but hurt him over and over again and wouldn't listen to reason. he'd probably spare a Diamond if it came down to the wire. not like Rose Quartz and Pink Diamond.
she doesn't know whether it's disconcerting or nice to know there's more people out there like Steven. it just means she can't use it as an excuse- it's not just him. she can be just as good if she wanted to be.
it's just... trying to be that's hard. focusing on things that aren't always about her. but that's so hard...
she sighs and leans against Mettaton (after a second of hesitation to decide whether she wants to go for it- it's still hard to get used to these things). the affection is offset by her grim response:] Hopefully. But when he does, he'll never shut up about how adorable I'm being with everyone here.
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Mettaton's sprinkling glitter onto her head.] Are you suggesting I wasn't doing that already?
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[it's a testament to how much this is for show and not truly a point of pride that she isn't just using her metal powers. but she can't simply stand for this without saying she put up a fight! being called cute is demeaning!']
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