[OPEN] Is it mayhem or just an ego trip? But only one can win

[mettatonvevo]

Who: Mettaton and YOU, WONDERLAND!
What: Mettaton’s birthday!
When: August 16th, 7pm to 9pm
Where: First floor, Room 50/52
Rating: W for WILD PARTY (Ok no more like PG-13 just in case)
Summary: Mettaton has a birthday party that involves creating an entire theater for his first ever Wonderland performance!

The Story:

On every wall in Wonderland (and quite a few statues and pillars) citizens will find a poster bearing the beautiful visage of resident robotic star, Mettaton! Emblazoned across the top of it are the letters M-T-T in sparkling gold inks, surrounded by an oddly rectangular robot, with one wheel sticking out the bottom. Anyone who knows will recognize that the arms look the same as Mettaton’s regular arms and could hazard a guess that the rectangle is supposed to be him?

Below that, there is a picture of Mettaton posing with a mic stand with a singular spotlight shining down on him. Below THAT, there are words:

HELLO BEAUTIES AND GENTLEBEAUTIES OF WONDERLAND! IT’S YOUR RESIDENT HEARTTHROB AND CELEBRITY DELIGHT’S BIRTHDAY TODAY! THIS NIGHT ONLY, COME TO ROOM 50 ON THE FIRST FLOOR FOR AN INAUGURAL PERFORMANCE BY YOURS TRULY!

COME MARVEL AT WONDERLAND’S NEW THEATER FOR THE PERFORMING ARTS! AFTER MY PERFORMANCE AT 7PM ANY AND ALL ARE WELCOME TO BRING THEIR DREAMS TO THE STAGE!

NO PRESENTS REQUIRED; ONLY YOUR PRESENCE! THOUGH THEY CERTAINLY WON’T BE TURNED DOWN!

FOOD AND DRINK WILL BE PROVIDED THANKS TO THE KINDNESS OF WONDERLAND’S BOTTOMLESS KITCHEN

NEVER SAY I’VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING FOR YOU, DARLINGS~! ♥

((OOC: While this is a party for Mettaton, it’s still a party. Feel free to make your own open top levels for any portion of this extravaganza!))

Comments

[mettatonvevo]

[Mettaton laughs boisterously at that, needing a moment to steady himself before replying.]

My boss? Now that's some moxy! I love it. You might not become my boss, but keep that up and you are on your way to being Stage Manager!

[They could handle it, he thinks. If they focused long enough on the task at hand. As it stands though, if he actually delegates jobs to anyone, he would give preference to an adult with staging experience. Chara's got the guts, but it would take more time until they're ready to deal with stage lighting. ...No one is ready to deal with stage lighting.]

[fulllifeconsequences]

Stage Manager sounds like it involves a lot of herding idiots around. Put me in charge of the explosions or something, instead. I bet I'd be fantastic at pyrotechnics.

[They come from a family of fire magic users, technically, even if they're the obvious odd one out in that sense. Maybe that counts for something?

Ha. No it doesn't.]

[mettatonvevo]

Pyrotechnics, hm? That's a tall order to request. You do have a bit of a family background for it though... if you go to Toriel and have her teach you how to use fire or fire magic, I'm not picky, I'd consider you then.

[He's got a bit of a business tone now, as he seriously contemplates if it's possible for Chara to be a pyrotechnic.]

Whether you succeed or not, you're still welcome to be a stage hand.

[fulllifeconsequences]

...I can't use fire magic, Mettaton.

[They laugh, because it never stops being funny how much they're the odd one out in the family.]

I'm a human, or something that's supposed to vaguely resemble one. I can't do monster tricks.

[When Asriel had magic lessons from his parents, Chara just sat at the side and knitted. Not as cool, but at least they made plenty of socks.]

I already know all about playing with matches, though, and that's certainly close enough, isn't it?

[mettatonvevo]

Pyrotechnics is more than just playing with matches, Chara. It's having an expert knowledge of chemistry and the chemical reactions that difference substances will have. With humans, at least.

[He says all of this like he's studied chemistry, but honestly he's just repeating what one of his own pyrotechnics told him when he demanded that the "flames be higher and also bright green" during one of his shows. They did it, but not before giving him one of the most boring lectures of his life about how much could be asked of them to make it ~safe~.

The day he hired a monster to work on his pyrotechnics alongside them was the beginning of one of the most interesting interpersonal dramas he had ever seen.]

We'll start you with setting stage cues and moving equipment around. If you can handle that responsibility, we can talk about this pyrotechnics thing again.

[fulllifeconsequences]

Okay, that's cool, and we could do that.

[ORRRR...]

Or I could just show up with a flamethrower and a bag of miscellaneous fireworks and see what happens.

[They aren't actually gonna do that. It's just fun to propose something wild and see what kind of reaction they get.

Actually, then again... this bag of fireworks thing does sound like it'd be pretty fun to watch...]

[mettatonvevo]

You could try both and see how quickly you end up in the Wonderland clinic.

[He doesn't say that like a threat at all; more like a statement. Actions have consequences, and running around wildly shooting off fireworks would definitely be bad news for a squishy human.]

[fulllifeconsequences]

You say, as if horrific disfiguring injuries and-slash-or death wouldn't be totally worth it.

[mettatonvevo]

Maybe for you, but my success verges on continuing to look as gorgeous as I do now.

[He looks back to his cardboard twin fondly.]

I should probably move this work of art to someplace safer than an active party.

[fulllifeconsequences]

Of course. Can't risk it getting horrific disfiguring injuries either, can you?

[So they shrug, wave.]

Have fun with yourself, birthday boy.

[mettatonvevo]

Definitely not. As I said, this face of mine is the money maker!

[And it makes a LOT of money.]

Thank you, Chara. And I mean it. I love this gift.

[He picks up the cardboard cutout gently. Good lord, he's treating it like a child.]

You be sure to have fun too! I'll see you later.

[With that, he makes a somehow stylish exit from his own party. He'll be back of course, but not before dropping off his precious cargo.]