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[OPEN] I can't help that I need it all

Who: Mettaton, a closed starter, and YOU!
Where: Anywhere in Genosha
When: Anytime from August 5th to the 9th
Rating: PG-13 to start! If this changes, I will adjust accordingly
Summary: Mettaton is a big celebrity, doing his best to spread happiness in these troubling times for both humans and mutants alike. While his actual stance on Humans vs. Mutants is a bit ambiguous, there have been rumors that he might be more involved than his vapid celebrity persona implies... (Brackets or prose, I'll match any format!)

The Story:

One, Open to Mutants (especially the anti-human variety):

It's the biggest party of the year, hosted by the highest members of Genosha society, and anyone who is anyone is invited to attend. So naturally superstar Mettaton is there, dressed in a crisp suit and sporting a crystal glass of wine. Ever the social butterfly, he's been fluttering from conversation to conversation, dazzling as he goes. It seems this time his eyes have alighted on you, and he's called out in your direction, darling~! It's kind of odd though, how you almost feel compelled to come talk to him.

Two, Open to anyone (especially any resistance types):

Mettaton isn't a sheltered flower with no idea that the state of humanity on this island isn't the best. Nor does he blanch at sometimes having to walk through the rougher parts of town. So when his usual go-between for getting information to the resistance is busy, and he's got some intel that needs to be moved, he's brave enough to make the trek himself out to their base. ...though he may have gotten a little lost along the way. Ok, correction: Very Lost. He can't help but wonder if he actually knew where it was located in the first place.

Three, Wild Card:

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[Bill shouldn't BE at an all mutant inclusive show, wearing mutant exclusive brands and drinking mutant exclusive drinks, but Bill has never been a person who did what society dictated and he isn't about the start now.

Having the handicap of a missing eye worked marvelously for such things. Because sure, maybe his 'mutation' isn't obvious but WHO is going to make him relive the TRAUMATIC story about how those HEATHEN NON-MUTANTS cut out the 'possible' source of his power and risk looking like a jerk? No one that's who. The gullible morons. As something of a loan shark, known for getting into high risk situations concerning faking humanity tests, it stands to reason Bill isn't one himself. If Mettaton knows, Bill doesn't particularly care. He doesn't tell and his clients typically don't ask.

He has a mission today-- or rather, one he needs paying for. It won't be easy getting the idol alone, but Bill has to collect now before Mettaton goes back on tour. Even if standing in such a ritsy area is incredibly dangerous to the non-mutant, there is simply no other option.

Carefully he weaves through the crowd, looking for a chance to speak without catching attention. That's when Bill feels it- the pull of MTT's compulsion. As a human, there's a chance it might affect him more than necessary, best to try to fight it first, however successful he'll be, well, that remained to be seen. Swallowing thickly, Bill opts instead of slip a coded note on a passing champagne bottle surely going to the star:

XS RQH, ULJKW, WZR,
ORRN IRU WKH EOXH

With his eye patch flipped up exposing a cerulean glass eye, hopefully Mettaton will get the message.]

[He had seen Bill in the crowd, his eye patch and general demeanor a dead giveaway to his place here, and Mettaton is surprised that he was able to get in at all. You'd think someone with his reputation would have been vetted, but things happen, apparently.

He has a suspicion as to why he's here too, so he calls out to him to try and get him on his grounds to gain the upper hand. When it doesn't work, at least not immediately, he knows that tonight is going to be interesting.

A couple of minutes later Mettaton receives the message, subtly plucking it off the champagne and tucking it into his suit pocket. His eyes rove over the party once more, finally locking onto the human in question and he grins, his teeth bright and perhaps a bit sharp in the light. He sweeps across the floor, easily dodging other interested parties to meet up with him.]

Well! It's certainly a surprise to see you here, darling.

[Bill's knuckles are white and shaking when he finally pries them from the lamppost he was ~~gripping for dear life~~ casually resting against. So Mettaton had been calling out to him specifically? Perhaps walking up wouldn't have been terrible. It doesn't matter. Even a victory of utter stubborn will is still a victory. He tries to mirror that smile back-- and possibly overdoes it. Smiling was always a contest right?]

"Funny, this is PRECISELY where I'd expect to FIND YOU!"

[Just as he could also find Mettaton anywhere else; should the other decide to cut ties unexpectedly. Though Bill doubts it. It isn't that Bill distrusts Mettaton as much as... well, one wrong word with that compulsion and would the human might very well end up waiting on the celebrity hand and foot; intentional or not. Bill Cipher would do LOTS of things, but reducing himself to a slave like the rest of his idiot species is not one of them.]

"Nice turn out. Think they'll miss if you step out for a few?"

[He stares the other down, casual banter beguiling the serious look in his single working eye. You know why he's here.]

[Ah yes. Bill's smiles, which always start out all right but then verge into slightly terrifying territory. It's as if he never was taught how to move his mouth in a way that didn't send his visage into uncanny valley.]

We all have the environments we work best in.

[Mettaton breaks their eye contact to casually look around the room, giving a small wave to one particularly drunk acquaintance at the refreshments table. It seems that no one is paying close enough attention to either of them to raise a fuss if he were to be gone for a little while.

He makes a mental note of all the exits.]

I don't think so, no. Do you have any plans for me?

[He gives Bill a small wink, playing it cool and casual.]

[Cool and casual is good. If they are spotted, better the tabloids assume it is just some fling, rather than the truth: that they are meeting to conclude an illegal transaction.]

"I have SOMETHING in MIND, yeah."

[Bill winks back-- well, it's a little difficult with one eye, but the intention is there. He nods his head to indicate they should head further back down one of the hallways. As the same hallway Bill himself used to break into this shindig, it should afford them some modicum of privacy, before the other guests get nosy.]

"Let's just say we WOULDN'T WANT any PRYING EYES."

That certainly sounds like my cup of tea.

[He wraps an arm around Bill's arm, pulling himself close and looking to all the world like a giddy man flirting with a potential partner.

He walks with Bill further down the hallway, ducking his head and giving a small giggle here and there whenever someone happens to glance in their direction. It's not at all unusual for Mettaton to take an interest in someone at one of these gatherings, so those that see don't give it much thought as the star disappears from sight.]

Is there any particular place that you wanted me in here, or is this far enough?

"That'll bout do it!"

[Bill fixes the other a wry smirk, before glancing up to a dark corner in the cieling. Just why that corner being dark is noteworthy should only take a moment to sink in. Depending on how well Mettaton knows some of the facilities he frequents, he might recall the green light of a camera is usually there. At the moment, there is not.

Satisfied that no one has followed, Bill lifts out a tile to retrieve a manilla envelope. He hands it out for the other to inspect.]

"Had a minor a SNAFU with the SCHEDULING, but I think you'll find everything is in order."

[Job. done.]

[The moment Mettaton realizes that there is no one watching, his face falls from his devil-may-care grin to business.]

It better be, Bill, or else things may go sour for you.

[He takes the envelope from the human and opens it, thumbing through the papers within.]

So everything will proceed as planned?

[It's funny you assume they haven't already. Bill is almost tempted to mutter. Instead he claps placatingly. No need to make himself look bad for business!]

"Will and HAVE!"

[Been completed AND went sour, that is! Bill pulls out one more flier, a partially singed map to a safe house hastily printed on fax paper.]

"Your FRIEND's GROUP, didn't make it easy for me, if they EVER needed this done for them in the first place, they're DEFINITELY free from risk now."

[Always nice when the person you do something for nearly gets you killed in response!
As mettaton's expression shifts with the idle threat, Bill's grin only widens in response, eye sparking with mischief.]

"Now Thaaaaaaat's more like it. Not so flirtatious now, are you? Personally, I'd much rather see a face like THAT on the Magazines."

[Mettaton raises an eyebrow, continuing to thumb through the other papers until he is satisfied. Forged documentation, copies of new IDs, proof that the deportation was cancelled... good. Everything really IS in order, and he feels like he can suddenly breathe a little easier.]

That's a bit of a Marquis de Sade taste you have there then, Bill. Though it's always flattering to know I've caught someone's attention in more ways than one.

[He looks back up at Bill, his attention on their deal.]

I suppose thanks are in order, then. As well as payment.

[The documents are more than thorough, Bill Cipher might be a psychopath but at least When he does something he goes all the way- usually more than necessary.]

"RIGHT on the MONEY, Glam!"

[Literally... he kind of needs money.]

"I'm sure I don't need to inform you how bad its getting out there. Even without Mr. TELEPATH broadcasting his CASTING CALL through the BRAINWAVES, tensions are rising."

[Bill stares hard at the idol, looking for recognition. At this rate they'll freeze his bank account until he comes in for another blood test. The smuggler has a busy week ahead if he's going to manage to skip town.]

"Wire transfer ain't gonna cut it this time."

[Mettaton is silent for a moment, looking at the criminal in front of him, easily putting the pieces together as to what he's saying.]

So you're here to literally shake me down for money. I thought you had a little more class than that, Mr. Cipher. Or are things that desperate for you?

[It's a bit distasteful, but he can't stop the small feeling of pity welling up in his chest towards Bill.]

[Disgust, fear, seduction, Bill would gladly take any of those expressions before the one he was currently looking at: ugh, pity. He bristles, uncomfortable, attempting to slide into another mask, another disguise; anything to change the current path of the conversation.]

"WHOA, WHOA, who are you calling desperate? I'M simply here to give an IN-PERSON INVOICE."

[A 'personal Bill' if you will~]

"No thanks to your clientele, I'm currently OUT OF my PLACE OF RESIDENCE. You wouldn't be able to PAY ME if you TRIED. We're just CUTTING out the MIDDLE MAN-- wouldn't want to put ANYONE ELSE at RISK, right?"

[It gives Mettaton a great measure of satisfaction to see Bill look even remotely uncomfortable.]

An in-person invoice.

[That's one way to describe a personal shakedown. ...wait a minute. Did Bill just imply that his cousin kicked Bill out of his own house? He struggles to hide his grin.]

Fair enough, fair enough. What are you asking for exactly, then?

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[OPEN] I can't help that I need it all

1 with a twist? [This work all right for you?]

Yeah, totally!

XD <333

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I have no idea what should be inside the envelope and I just keep thinking of pictures of kittens

Probably the best thing to fill in with any mysteries regarding Bill lol

BEWARE THE ALL-SEEING EYE... OF KITTENS!

REALITY IS A KITTEN, THE UNIVERSE IS ALSO A KITTEN, BUY KITTENS!!!!!

Now THAT is a lifestyle I can get behind

The Illumi-nya-ti

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