entrancelogs | [OPEN] I put a spell on you

Who: Mettaton and you!
Where: The Performing Arts Theater (First floor, rooms 50/52)
When: October 31st, 8pm to Midnight
Rating: PG
Summary: Mettaton treats Wonderland to his second performance on All Hallow’s Eve!
The Story:

As Mettaton advertised a couple of days ago, on the day of Halloween, Wonderland is covered in black and orange posters. They are decorated with appropriately spooky pictures, though all of them promote the MTT brand in some way. The information found on them is as follows:

IT’S HALLOWEEN MY DEAR WONDERLANDIANS, AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS! IT’S TIME FOR ALL SPOOKY CREATURES AND MONSTERS TO BE OUT ON THE PROWL! AS YOUR RESIDENT ROBOTIC HEARTTHROB, I HAVE BROUGHT YOU THE BLESSING OF MY SECOND WONDERLAND PERFORMANCE!

FROM 8PM TO MIDNIGHT, WITH A BRIEF INTERMISSION IN BETWEEN, THE PERFORMING ARTS THEATER WILL BE DECKED OUT IN HAUNTING ATTIRE FITTING THE OCCASION! COME CELEBRATE HALLOWEEN IN A TRULY “MONSTOROUS” WAY!
THE PERFORMANCE WILL BE THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT, RINGING IN THE WITCHING HOUR WITH DANCE AND SONG! COSTUMES ENCOURAGED, THOUGH BE CAREFUL DEARS; IT SEEMS WONDERLAND IS UP TO ITS USUAL TRICKS!

FOOD AND DRINK WILL BE PROVIDED, THOUGH I CAN’T PROMISE IT IS ANY SAFER THAN WHAT YOU CAN GET RIGHT NOW!

When 8pm rolls around, anyone who is here will see black and orange garlands decorating the walls, bats hanging from the ceiling, and jack-o-lanterns lining the walls that are carved with the letters MTT and other stylized symbols representing Mettaton.

There are no chairs this time around, except for a few lines of them farther away from the stage, leaving ample room for anyone who wishes to dance to the music. Off to the side of the dance floor are tables filled with various snacks, drinks, and candy for anyone to partake. Once again there is an entire section of the table labeled “Ghost Food” with the incorporeal food laid out artfully on plates.

The night promises to be good to all who wish to attend!

((OOC: Like last time, while this is Mettaton’s Halloween performance, it’s still a party! Feel free to make your own top levels and mingle with other concert goers!))

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[Dorian's brought the bouqet from the video, like he promised, but something's a bit off. Firstly, he seems to be a bit more distracted than normal, as if he's trying to avoid staring at people's necks. Secondly, there are bite marks in the wrapper, like a snake was trying to eat it or something.]

[Right now, Dorian just wants to find Mettaton. At least that fellow is inedible, right?]

[Luckily for Dorian, at this point yes, Mettaton is inedible to all those who desire blood. He spots the nervous Victorian man and walks over, holding his head up proud. He gives off waves of self-confidence and charisma. He loves the rush of performing.]

Dorian! I'm glad you could make it.

[He sees the bouquet and smiles.]

It's even more beautiful in person.

Didn't I tell you I would attend the performance?

[Mettaton's confidence rubs off on Dorian. It's good to have a friend who shares the same interests and won't be as likely to become a snack.]

And it is now yours. Feel free to do what you like with the arrangement of flowers- Ow!

[Oh, he accidentally bit his lip. Cursed fangs... Oh right, that's the other reason he wanted to see Mettaton.]

Er... Mettaton? You mentioned there were bowls of candy strewn about the mansion, correct...?

[Mettaton graciously takes the bouquet from Dorian, giving it an adoring look as he places it on the nearby table.

He turns his attention back to Dorian and laughs.]

It seems Wonderland has played a ghastly trick on you! Did you eat a piece of that special candy?

... Yes.

[Dorian sighs, trying to think of a way to explain himself.]

I wish I had known about their curses before I took a bite... I didn't even mean to dress as a vampire!

Tsk tsk tsk, Dorian! I know you haven't been here long, yet I would have thought common sense would have held your hand from partaking of those treacherous candies!

[He takes in Dorian's outfit and his grin widens.]

What did you mean to dress as if not the bloodthirsty undead?

Well, excuse me! I didn't get much warning before I took one. They could have been taken from the kitchens for all I know.

[If you don't count that Guardian of Hyperdeath, whom he was sure was a new resident and not Chara in a magic costume.]

[Dorian does notice Mettaton's interest in his outfit.]

Well, it's a more fanciful suit for a masquerade ball... But it seems I must have lost the mask in the chaos between now and when I ate that blasted candy. [Which is a shame, because it was a nice mask too.]

I suppose you know better now, at least!

[He wonders for a moment what Wonderland will do for Halloween next year, but quickly stomps that thought down; he shouldn't be here for a "next year". Hopefully by then he'll have figured a way out of this wretched place.]

So you weren't really in a costume, but an outfit for a ball? Dorian, where's your Halloween spirit?

[He says it with a light, chastising tone.]

[Dorian simply nods. This place is turning out to be more of a headache than he first thought.]

Hah... I thought you said this was a fancy dress party! [Says the vampire in a mock whining tone.]

You can be fancy and still be in costume! No wonder Wonderland thought you were a vampire; it was throwing you a bone!

[He grins wickedly.]

You should embrace your newfound state, I think. Consider becoming the next Dracula! That would certainly liven things up around here.

[... Dracula was written a few years from the point Dorian was taken, but he's getting an idea.]

Or perhaps something like Varney the Vampire, from the old Penny Dreadfuls.

Speaking of...

[He chuckles, putting an arm around Mettaton's chest to try and pull him closer.] I wonder if robots like you can be fed upon?

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[Mettaton chuckles good-naturedly, sliding out of Dorian's grasp.]

Now now, Dorian! I know your thirst for blood is strong, but I'm made of metal! The most you would get out of me is oil.

[He puts a hand to his chest in a mockery of offense.]

Besides, feeding on me could potentially sabotage my show, and you wouldn't want that, would you?

[Dorian allows the robot to slip away.]

Ah, forgive me for nearly ruining your show.

This urge to feed has been plaguing me for the better part of today.

It's quite all right, dear. I know I can be quite irresistible.

[He laughs as he steps away more.]

You should consider asking the closets for blood bags if you're that worried about drinking someone's blood unknowingly. That said, don't cause any disturbances in the crowd while I'm performing! Else I will have to have you escorted out.

[He says it with a playful tone, but it's not hard to imagine him going forth with that threat for real.]

[He's not going to hurt you, Mettaton...]

... The closets can provide blood from out of nowhere? That's a bit... Odd?

[Dorian shakes his head. He does NOT want to be tossed out of a party for such rude behavior. He has a reputation to establish!]

Don't worry, though. I'll behave myself.

I don't quite know, actually. I just assumed that they could. I'm certain the kitchens could as well if you continue to be stuck in this state.

[He grins at Dorian's statement for good behavior.]

Good then! I'll hold you to it. Now, I'm afraid I must be off! Intermission will be ending soon and I must prepare for my second act!

Hm... That is good to know, thank you.

[Someone should have told him that sooner... Oh well!]

Of course, of course. Break a leg, Mettaton!

[See, he's learning modern things.]

Oh I will, Dorian~! And you're going to love it!

[There he goes, off into the crowd and back towards the stage.]

[OPEN] I put a spell on you

Told you I'd be here

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Note: Varney the vampire wound up being sympathetic in the later stories. Look them up.

I can't believe there was actually a character named Varney the Vampire

He's actually kind of tragic.

That's wild

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