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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.
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He kicks back, crossing his legs with a shrug.]
Not me, pal. Out in the sun they slave away? No thanks.
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[That's... an odd thing to say.
It's enough to distract him from his dramatic wailing about Ariel's turmoil and sudden granted wish for legs, at least. He sits up, eyeing Sans up and down.]
You didn't want to go to the surface?
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Either it was past his bedtime or this party was loosening him up more than he realized, but that just might've been a stupid thing to let slip.]
Sure I did. [It's quick enough. And it's true, particularly the past tense. That helps.] I'm a monster, aren't I.
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...hm.
Mettaton lets it go. See how easy that is, Sans?]
I'd say you're more of a goblin. [Wink.]
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Only while I eat. [He brushes off, breezy. He's not so naive to think he got away with that one scott free. Mettaton was doing him a favor.] Speaking of, why don't you tell me again about the fork scene.
[Look at them, not talking about anything that matters! What pros!]
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The change of subject gets him to widen his eyes and sprawl himself back onto the floor, swinging his legs gleefully behind him.] Isn't it a fascinating running theme? It's a perfect metaphor for Ariel's idealistic delusions about human culture, but also a symbol of her father's absurd hatred and his own misunderstandings regarding the surface world!! After all, isn't a fork just a small trident?! It's a visual reminder that they need to fully experience this new and wonderful world before they can truly appreciate and understand it for what it is!!
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The snores come before Mettaton can really get to the point (heh!) of his trident thesis.]
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[Ah. He sees how it is.
There's a soft pop as Mettaton plucks the cap off a glitter pen and makes for Sans' sleeping skull.
He's gonna make you a sugar skull.]