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

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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:

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!

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Despite recommendations and warnings against this course of action, Mettaton continues to host public meetups for him and his fans, where they can buy merch, get autographs, and hangout together as a community. It's a beautiful time and one of the few safe spaces left for humans and mutants to freely interact without something going wrong. (His highly paid and well-trained security guards make sure of that.)

So he sits at his table, signing pictures and shaking hands, looking to all the world like the picture perfect idol.

Napstablook wears a Mettaton t-shirt and their signature long white hair is tucked into a black beanie, and they blend in very nicely with the crowd of Mettaton's adoring fans. They've browsed the corridor, talked to some of the other fans, basically made it impossible to tell that they are there for only one reason. They aren't at all in a rush to get the objective over with, however- it's nice to see the atmosphere Mettaton fosters, humans and mutants laughing and talking like the tension between the groups don't exist. Of course, there are moments when it comes out, quietly, through pointed looks and backhanded compliments, but napstablook pretends to ignore those moments.

Finally, they queue up in the line for the meet and greet with a gold sharpie and the newest poster of the idol. They chat with the people in line about the star, his latest album, his best outfits- it never stops being surreal to see how adored his cousin is.

They get to the front of the line, watching his interaction with the teenage girls they had just been talking to- a mutant and a human who started dating after becoming friends on the Mettaton Fan Forum online. Stories like this made Napstablook's heart tighten and gave them a reason to keep fighting for equality between humans and mutants. If not for us, for them.

She's doing her actual best not to laugh at this stranger stumbling about, leaning against an alley wall inconspicuously, hands stuffed in her hoodie pockets and the hood barely obscuring her bright red hair. What the hell is his deal? Sure, mutants came around once in a while, but... god. He has no idea what he's doing.

She steps off the wall, cautiously, trying to gauge if he's a threat or just a great actor. "You, uh, having some trouble there?"

Unbeknownst to the girls, Mettaton had been keeping an eye on their romance. He knows his agent told him not to poke around the fan forum too often, but their love was so precious that he couldn't help but sign on at least once a day to see how they were doing.

So their shrieks of excitement when he asks them how their first date went are loud and clear, and he can't help but grin as they chatter away. He knows they'll tell the forum all about what he said, and everyone on there will be on the lookout for him, but he doesn't mind. He loves his fans and wants them to know how much he cares.

There is one fan in particular that he has been waiting for, however, so when the couple steps away and they step forward, his smile is the epitome of perfection.

"Well hello there! What are you looking for today, hm? An autograph? A photo? Anything your heart could desire, I will provide!"

There is only one good thing about this situation, and that is that it seems his disguise has worked, more or less. Not one person has spotted him and immediately gone Mettaton? and ruined this whole half-baked mission. Though, the downside to this is that he has been spat on, yelled at, and generally harassed by people and he is a little sick of it.

He barely turns his head towards her, opting to continue looking down another side street and seeing if he recognizes anything at all.

"No. I'm perfectly fine, thank you."

Napstablook's smile is small and rare, but it's a little bigger and a whole lot more common when their cousin is around. They push up their thick black glasses.

"oh my god, Mettaton, i'm, i'm such a huge fan, um, i was wondering if i could, um, get your autograph?" They hold up the poster and the sharpie. "i know you prefer silver to gold but i, uh, i thought this would go better with the poster with, you know, the warmer tones..." its the least they can do to keep from telling him every detail of their life since they last were able to talk freely, so they ramble a bit about the color pallet of the poster. They've missed him so much.

"And uh..." the last time they asked this, the security couldn't allow it, and with tensions higher than ever, there's no doubt it'll be refused today, but there's no harm in asking again "... can i get a hug?"

Edited (SPELLING UGH) 2016-08-07 03:48 (UTC)

They occupy a tenuous position at best, given where they stand on the escalating human-mutant tensions. But their status as a mutant with a very particular power-set (they settled upon "metaspatiotemporal" as a label, even though that has way more syllables than Frisk would like) grants them some privilege to operate among Genosha's higher society. They may not always enjoy it, but the fact of the matter is that these functions are vital to maintaining the peace on this island, even if Frisk doesn't like the constant sound and stimuli.

But of course, who could fail to recognize the effervescent Mettaton? He calls their name and they flash him a polite smile as they drift closer. Their suit is nowhere near as fancy as his, just a simple black thing tailored to fit their diminutive size, but they find themselves enticed to his side regardless.

"You're enjoying yourself tonight, I see," says Frisk, ever courteous.

[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.]

Mettaton's eyes are soft as Napstablook talks, going on and on about the poster and the best colors to match it. It's been too long since it was safe enough for them to hang out and just be. This is another notch in that time frame however. He has a job to do. So he'll do it.

His hands deftly and surreptitiously bring up another piece of paper to the table and adds it to the current pile that will go with this particular fan. It looks like a simple roster of tour dates; but with the right set of code breakers, it will reveal itself as coordinates and security schedules for some of Genosha's most heavily guarded government buildings.

Then his cousin asks for a hug and he knows exactly what his bodyguards will say if he lets them speak. We're sorry, but Mettaton isn't available for such things as this time. We hope you understand. So he doesn't let them. He's already standing before Napstablook can finish their sentence and before his people can put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"Of course! Anything for such a devoted fan!"

He wraps them in a tight hug, knowing that it can't last, but thankful that he can slip it in anyway.

He laughs, loud and bright, as he watches the tiniest Human-Mutant ambassador come over to him.

"I'm enjoying myself a lot more now that I have a friend here. Despite having all the money in the world to make themselves interesting, these people still find a way to be boring."

He points at Frisk's suit and grins.

"You're certainly looking snappy tonight. I hope this party isn't too overwhelming for you."

Oh, Mettaton. Laying it on thick as always, though they never mind when it comes to him. He has a way with words and compliments, and they don't just mean in relation to his power. It never feels like he's simply sucking up to someone in a position of power. He just has a way of commanding attention. Maybe that seeming sincerity is false, but if it is, they don't mind it.

"It never is," they say with a faint inclination of their head. Not wholly true, but not wholly false either. "And you seem to be making quite a good impression, as usual."

Napstablook's words are muffled by their cousin's embrace and they quickly wrap their arms around his waist and squeeze, letting themself relax a little. Mettaton always gives warm, tight hugs, surprisingly soft from a body with metal skin. They want to hold it longer but know better, and they pull away first so Mettaton doesn't have to.

"Oh gosh.... thank you so much Mettaton, thank you..."

They mean it, with all of their heart, knowing he's going to be lectured by a security officer soon. "Your work.. it just means so much to me..."

[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.]

"Despite how boring my fellow socialites can be, I do live for this sort of thing. Life here just wouldn't be the same if they weren't the way they are."

In fact, it would be better. And it will be better. It just might take awhile and a few whispered words here and there in the right ears.

"How's business been for you? I know your position can be quite the challenging one."

"Things are...taking their course." They've long since determined how to spin things in that positive way, how to hold a professional discussion without showing their hand, how to keep their expression closed off and polite and neutral.

So Frisk smiles evenly. "It hasn't been easy, given the way tensions have been. But we're doing our best. Things will smooth over eventually."

"You are very welcome! We could all use a little more positivity during these times, I think!"

He eyes his security as he says this, silently daring them to admonish him in front of his fans. Abigail, the head of his guard, raises an eyebrow, her (literally) fiery hair sending off a small spark of embers over her dark skin, promising that he'll get an earful later. Here and now though, he's safe.

"All of the hard work you fans do with supporting and promoting me means just as much!"

His voice remains pleasant and warm, but takes on an edge of genuine affection.

"Seeing you here like this really makes me hopeful for a better future."

[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.]

Part of Mettaton wishes he could just tell Frisk that he is working with the resistance and that they're on the same side. He's been rooting for the little underdog ever since they first burst out into the political scene a couple of years ago, their mutation a force too powerful for any sensible thinking person to ignore.

But if things were to go south for him, if he were to be found out... well, it's better that any friends of his have as little information about his involvement as possible. It makes it easier to argue ignorance in a court of law.

"As they always do here. Those attacks have been quite the blow to our little island's stability. You always seem to have just the right plans to glue us all back together."

"I'm in the position to be listened to," Frisk amends gently. Injustice seems to be a sad constant in the world they live in, and the most they can do is put as much effort into lessening it as possible. It is and continues to be insufficient in the face of outright violence, and clinging to the mild peace is feeling more and more like skating on melting ice.

Still, the island of Genosha can't sustain itself with a total elimination of either population, nor can they sit by and patiently watch the oppression of one species for the benefit of another.

"I can only hope that someday humans will be able to enjoy social functions in the same manner. They are no less deserving, after all."

Their eyes flick to the intimidating security officer and back to their cousin. They miss him so much.

"I'll be at your concert next weekend.... i can't wait to see you..."

There is no concert next weekend, but they do have a karaoke and pizza night planned. Napstablook has been looking forward to it all month.

"Anyone who lends you their ear has made a wise choice indeed."

Frisk's words settle into Mettaton's mind. They are no less deserving, after all. Memories of a quiet, dark house. Sitting together on their old, cracked floor, giggling at funny pictures on the internet. Lying on the floor and dreaming of what their life will be in the future, planning their first big concert together. Listening to their music and knowing it is great, knowing that they'll make the biggest impact when they break out into the world. Waking up with metal skin and a voice no one could say no to, and watching, waiting for his cousin to catch up. They never do. They retreat from everyone, everything, because here is the solid proof that they're not worthy to be in anyone's presence, much less his.

They are no less deserving, it's true. But he would argue that at least one of them deserves more.

"Ah yes. This party would be much more lively if new blood was allowed to flow through it. But as always, change is frightening to those that stand to lose because of it."

"Change is the one constant of the world we live in," says Frisk, arching one eyebrow delicately. Perhaps it comes across as too clichéd, and they do endeavor not to speak solely in vague platitudes, but it's not like what they're saying has no basis in reality. "Those who cannot adjust shouldn't necessarily suffer for it, but change has its way of happening regardless of one's personal stance."

That is to say, the hurricane is coming, and even those in the eye of it may not come out unscathed. Whether the Resistance succeeds or fails, it will leave its mark and things will shift, perhaps unchangeably.

A concert. Right. Next weekend. They had discussed this in the precious few moments they had last where they could just speak to each other as the family they are. He had agreed to it, clearing out his schedule so they could be together.

He forgot. The open day ended up being very convenient for an extra day in the studio.

He doesn't have the heart to tell Napstablook. Not yet.

"I'll be glad to see you too, darling."

Whenever I can see you again, he thinks to himself. I'm sorry.

"Mm, but there's something to be said for those that endeavor to keep the status quo. They may not deserve to suffer for their choices, but there's no denying that their sticking their heads in the sand leads to them being swept away by the tidal wave."

If they're speaking in cliches, he can match them. Those that stand in the way of progress will be moved, whether by choice or by force. Mettaton specifically doesn't care. Whatever it takes to protect Napstablook, he'll do it.

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

Closed to Napstablook | You can count on me to misbehave

Napsta @ MettaCon

two!

METTACON IS SO GOOD THOUGH, OMFG

SHEPARDSHEPARDSHEPARDSHEPAAAAAAARD

MettaCon: like MegaCon but better (and focused on one cartoon robot)

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

please, someone, take me to MettaCon

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ok but imagine the sea of mettaton cosplayers

Yeah, totally!

XD <333

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Mettaton takes so many selfies with them and compliments their work

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Mettaton hires a couple to design his next award show outfit

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they lose their GODDAMN MINDS

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