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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.
get that nip away mr. serif :[
Yeah, well. [Fugo shakes his head, chasing away some of his lingering sleepiness, and settles his expression into a frown. Right. Okay. This sketchy guy.] All of this isn't exactly uncommon. Especially in larger trials.
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Must be a human thing. [He shrugs, holding out some of his slop for Fugo to partake in. Y'know, if he wants. It looks like it might be potato chips covered in... gravy?]
Not a fan?
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No. What is that? [IT LOOKS SO... DISGUSTING...]
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Food. [A beat.] Magic food, if you wanna get technical.
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[Why... is he dipping chips in it...]
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Huh... [He scrutinizes a loaded chip for a moment before shrugging and popping it into his mouth. When he speaks again, it's through half chewed food.] Probably?
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Heh, I'm just messin' with you. Brought it from home. [Another bite.] But you shouldn't diss garbage. A guy can find a lotta great stuff in the dump.
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[He waves a hand, irritably. No, he doesn't want to think about Narancia right now.]
Yeah, whatever. Laugh it up.
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[A few more bites of silence and once again Sans is gesturing at the movie.]
So, still not a fan, huh?