entrancelogs | [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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[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?

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

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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