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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There are many things that you can expect out of a super secret escort mission, but your 'bodyguard' suddenly posing like she's on stage and disappearing is not one of them. It fills him with delight and he wants to laugh and clap and shout 'Encore!' but the seriousness of the situation tempers his amusement, somewhat.

He follows her instructions, speed-walking along the way and keeping an eye out for anyone following him. He doesn't think he's been followed, but it's still something he worries about.

When he sees her again he dutifully stops and waits for her next instruction. Though he can't help a quip at her.

"You have a flair for the dramatic."

She's all set up next to a door near the end of the street, trying to look like she didn't just sprint a few blocks and then hastily have to explain what the hell was going on, so mostly she's just trying to steady her breathing before flipping her hood back down.

"Yeah, well, when we're dealing with someone like you, I figure you'd benefit from a little extra, well, glamour." Now that she's getting the hang of dealing with him, it's making it easier to make jokes. "C'mon. VIP entrance." She knocks her knuckles twice on the door and it opens, gesturing him to go through.

"Metal celebrities first."

The joke brings a look of genuine delight to his face but he shuts it down quickly when the door opens. He is all business when he strides in, his steps long and sure.

"I don't have much time. The information I am carrying with me will go down in 15 minutes. Ghost was unavailable to field this to you all."

His voice takes on a tinge of his Persuasion to further emphasize his point. He pulls the USB out of his pocket and holds it out.

"This holds the usernames and passwords into the Genosha Security Database. Every high-class mutant on this island has a profile with important information inside and it is currently being overhauled. This means that the usual tracking on its algorithm to register who and where someone is accessing it is down."

He doesn't care that now more people in the Resistance who don't have the clearance know who he is. This information needs to be accessed now.

"If there is anyone here who knows tech, now would be the time to step forward."

She listens, carefully, and can't help but quirk a grin when she hears his request.

"Well, then, you're really lucky, and I also wish you'd have told me that when we met. I was Ghost's rendezvous. Gimme that."

She takes the USB from his hand, walks further into the base, gestures him to come with. It's not that she doesn't trust him, but she needs to keep an eye on him while he's here, and if he knows about Ghost, he knows enough. She drops into one of the work stations, plugs the USB in, and skims the information.

"Kinda surprised your friend didn't give you more detailed directions if this intel was that necessary." She quips to him as she scans over what they've got.

He raises an eyebrow at her as she takes the USB. He follows after her farther into the base, feeling the eyes of the other Resistance members on him. He takes it in stride, holding his head up high.

"Their rendezvous? Forgive me, but they never mentioned you. I would remember if they spoke of striking young human helping them deal information. I would have told you this information earlier had I known."

She plugs the USB in and he can feel the stress leeching out of his shoulders. He's done everything he can. It's out of his hands now.

"If you're asking that, then you don't know their current situation."

The current situation being assassins breaking into their house and attempting to kill them. The only reason they are alive is because of Mettaton's machinations in hiring them a body guard and using some... less than ethical methods in securing their papers on the island.

She can't help but roll her eyes a bit before continuing to parse the information, grabbing a notepad and copying a few keys physically for her own records. Man, she's dramatic once and he's going full super spy. From everything she's gleaned about him, this shouldn't be so surprising, and yet, here they are.

"No, I don't, because I was here doing my job." It's not like she had a full contact with them as it was. That's communication's job. She's a field agent. "They wouldn't have known me directly, anyway. Don't worry about it."

She quickly transfers the intel, blasting it out through their network- there's plenty of code-crackers and hackers that can take this faster and log the information properly. So once it's sent, she pulls the USB back out, turns around, and drops it into his hands.

"And information received. Not gonna lie, I'm a little surprised you put yourself on the line like this. Not every day you see a mutant like yourself. It's pretty hard not to recognize you."

On Mettaton's part, he pulls out his phone to look at the time and see if he's gotten a message from Napstablook.

"Someone down the line didn't do their job, and I had to pick up the pieces. It almost cost us this."

He looks at the now useless USB in his hands, smiling gently now.

"But, thanks to you, not all was lost."

He raises his eyes to look at Shepard, continuing his smile.

"Well, I have someone important to fight for. And I know what I stand for. So it was a risk I was willing to take."

Now there was a definite chance for things to change. For his cousin to finally, truly, be safe.

Well, he's standing for something. What he believes in, people he cares about. She can't say she's got the best opinion of mutants- probably better than most working in the resistance- but it's nice. Refreshing, really, to find someone who's actually willing to stick their neck out for them.

"I'd say thanks to you, too." She stands to show him out. "Try not to get too lost getting out of here. We don't want this place discovered. I'm sure I'm already gonna take some heat after getting you in here." Which she doesn't give a huge shit about, because it was worth it, and that will probably work on her supervisors, too.

"Good luck. On this and otherwise."

"I think I'll have an easier time getting back than you think."

He walks with her as she escorts him. Idly he wishes that he could spend more time and chat with her. She really is beautiful.

"A strong woman such as yourself can surely handle the ire of your higher ups. But I extend that good luck you gave me to you, all the same."

He stands at the door, his hand on the doorknob. "I hope our paths cross again, Shepard. And for good reasons."

He gives her one final smile, and then steps out into the warm Genosha air.

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

OK!!! I'M GONNA FIGHT YOU WITH KISSES

omg that's not how this WORKS

already putting on lip gloss what was that?

you dingus, also, makes shit up for this tag

DID YOU MEAN: Me, this entire thread????

BOTH OF US NOW LMAO

THE TRIED AND TRUE METHOD OF ALL RP, TBH

YAAA

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