[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:

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Comments

Closed to Napstablook | You can count on me to misbehave

[mettatonvevo]

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.

two!

[normandysbest]

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?"

one

[determinedest]

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.

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

[ghflskhu_ph]

[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.]