+ Somewhere a Grandiose Carnival Was Going on in the Sky +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: Everyone!
Where: The grounds of the Mansion
When: March 9-16
Rating: PG-13 (warn if you go higher)
Summary: The Red Queen has thrown a carnival for everyone!
The Story:


From Friday, March 9, through Friday, March 16, the gardens and grounds of the Mansion will be a sprawling a carnival. The masked, unspeaking vendors will be selling trinkets and running free game booths. Carnival rides, exhibits, and foods represent all of the various cultures of those currently residing in the Mansion.


Of particular note, and perhaps incongruously, everything is decorated with red hearts.

Use this log for any and all of your carnival needs!

Comments

[forwearemany]

Oh really? I disagree. Say, Legion, why don't you tell us about the agricultural unit?

(More chattering as Legion stands there, frozen, uncertain of what to say or do.)

[mettatonvevo]

[Mettaton is very curious. Of course he is. He looks to his friend and he looks to their mirror and tries to mask how much he wants to know.]

Leave them alone, you pest! If they want to tell, they can, but don't hold it over their head like this!

[He looks to Legion, the real one.]

Darling, you don't have to be goaded by this ghoul. No matter what you may say, you're my friend.

[He's trying real hard here.]

[forwearemany]

(Finally, Legion seems to snap out of it.)

Acknowledged.

(They turn to Mettaton.)

Perhaps it would be better to share this data once we are no longer in their presence.

(Their mirror can fuck right off.)

[mettatonvevo]

[Mettaton nods vigorously.]

Yes, absolutely.

[He looks to Legion's mirror and glares again.]

You heard that? Leave. Or we'll make you.

[Or he'll do it himself. Whichever comes first.]

[forwearemany]

Mettaton, it is unlikely that our mirror will lea-

(And of course, the aforementioned mirror will interrupt.)

Make me? And just how would you do that, ugly?

[mettatonvevo]

[His eyes narrow and he takes a threatening step towards the mirror.]

By kicking your ass, of course. I'm sure my mirror has given you what-for before and I will be happy to do it again if you don't leave.

[His magic buzzes in his soul. He's ready if the mirror is ready.]

[forwearemany]

(And Legion's mirror steps back, takes a defensive stance. They're ready to defend themselves and run if Mettaton tries anything.

Unfortunately, they're a coward, so they probably wouldn't actually fight...)

Mettaton.

(It's the real who speaks this time, attempting to latch onto their fellow synthetic's arm. Their voice is almost ...pleading?)

[mettatonvevo]

[Mettaton pauses, eyes wide as he turns to look at his fellow robot.]

But...

[He stops. He looks back to the mirror and then back to Legion and shakes his head.]

Fine. But you leave them alone, you menace.

[He glares at the mirror again as he puts a hand on top of Legion's on his arm, letting the other robot grab him.]

[forwearemany]

Thank you.

(And Legion will cling to Mettaton for the moment.)

(Legion's mirror doesn't like this, of course.)

Hey, you can't just ignore me, you-

Mettaton, we have a request.