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

[mettatonvevo]

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:

Want to tag into this but neither of the prompts work for you? That's fine! Slap down a starter and we can get the ball rolling! Here's Mettaton's plot post if you need some info on Mettaton's place in the world! Feel free to hit me up there to chat about any threads you want and/or opt out of his powers! Let's have some fun!

Comments

[determinedest]

"How would your reputation ever recover?" Their amused expression recedes somewhat, no longer indulging quite as heavily. Their reputation, they're well aware, is on the rocks enough as it is. Their methods are unpopular, their neutral stance controversial in its lack of controversy.

Really, if they were to shift to one extreme or another, they're confident that the backlash they'd face would be less considerable than the criticism they receive now, daily.

[mettatonvevo]

"Oh, I don't know! I just don't know!"

He pulls away from Frisk, spinning out until he's holding onto Frisk with one hand, both of their arms extended.

His smile turns mischievous and he pulls himself in rapidly, returning to their previous stance.

"There's only one solution. We'll have to run away."

[determinedest]

They mirror his stance with the appropriate amount of drama, arms outflung.

"Oh Mettaton," says Frisk, expression locked and wholly deadpan, "I'm afraid that I am too similar to certain kind of melon to indulge such fantasies."

They pause, and then lean closer with a faint smirk.

"You see, I simply cantaloupe."

[mettatonvevo]

Mettaton stops dead in his tracks, looking at Frisk like they suddenly grew a second head.

"I cannot believe the amount of build up you gave to a pun. Now I know for a fact that those who say you don't have a sense of humor are lying."

He can't believe it. Then again, he of all people should understand that how someone acts in the public light can be very different in comparison to how they act in private or semi-private settings.

[determinedest]

The buildup, of course, is what makes the payoff all worth it. They wish they could say what sculpted their sense of humor, but the smiles and laughs and horrible jokes feel as if they belong to a different time.

Their parents have never been ones to enjoy such things.

"Of course I have a sense of humor!" They flash a winning smile. "It's just a very bad sense of humor, so it's safer to say I don't have one at all."

[mettatonvevo]

He's still just standing there, looking at them intently, though it's a lot less quizzical and with a bit more amusement.

"That's a safe bet to make, all things considered. Else you might end up in a pun war with someone, and where would that get you?"

Thinking about it now though, he kind of hopes that Frisk becomes more open with their humor. Watching a pun off between them and a journalist would be quite the interesting exchange to grace television.

[determinedest]

"I'd be punemployed in a jiffy," Frisk responds promptly, before they can stop themselves.

This is why this sort of thing is discouraged by everyone on every board of every directory. Because once they get started, it's almost impossible for them to stop.

They incline their head slightly as the music winds down and the dance seems to end, trying to finish off with a vague bow of some kind.

[mettatonvevo]

Mettaton gives another sweeping bow, glittering as he lowers in a fantastic array within the party lights. The other dancers begin to depart the floor, and he straightens back up again, his grin still firmly in place.

"I suppose this is the end of our dance. And while I would love to monopolize your time more, I'm afraid I should probably share you with the rest of the party."

This didn't result in any interesting or new information that he can pass on to the Resistance, but Mettaton can't label it a waste. Time is never wasted when you're having fun.

[determinedest]

"I'm afraid that's likely for me as well," says Frisk, bobbing their head politely once more. "You may not believe this, but about seventy-five percent of most political deals happen while out of the office. Like so."

Their target of the night happens to be a few important officials who are attending the same function, with whom they're meant to mingle discretely and gently nudge in certain directions.

[mettatonvevo]

Mettaton thinks of all the brunches, schmoozing, and "dates" he's had to go on to get anything done in show business. He can relate.

"Be sure to soften them up with some wine, darling. It'll make negotiations a lot simpler. Though I don't need to tell you how to do your job."

He sees someone off to the far corner and just manages to stop the frown from forming on his face. The Pied Piper always comes to call, these days. He looks back to Frisk.

"I hope you have a good rest of the evening. You certainly deserve it."

[determinedest]

"I'll keep it in mind," Frisk says dryly, filing the tactic away for later use despite its rather underhanded nature. But the're not above that sort of thing.

"And you as well, sir." They feel absurdly like they should salute or something equally childish, but they stifle the misplaced urge before it can materialize.

As it is, they simply make their quiet departure.