entrancelogs | [OPEN] I put a spell on you

Who: Mettaton and you!
Where: The Performing Arts Theater (First floor, rooms 50/52)
When: October 31st, 8pm to Midnight
Rating: PG
Summary: Mettaton treats Wonderland to his second performance on All Hallow’s Eve!
The Story:

As Mettaton advertised a couple of days ago, on the day of Halloween, Wonderland is covered in black and orange posters. They are decorated with appropriately spooky pictures, though all of them promote the MTT brand in some way. The information found on them is as follows:

IT’S HALLOWEEN MY DEAR WONDERLANDIANS, AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS! IT’S TIME FOR ALL SPOOKY CREATURES AND MONSTERS TO BE OUT ON THE PROWL! AS YOUR RESIDENT ROBOTIC HEARTTHROB, I HAVE BROUGHT YOU THE BLESSING OF MY SECOND WONDERLAND PERFORMANCE!

FROM 8PM TO MIDNIGHT, WITH A BRIEF INTERMISSION IN BETWEEN, THE PERFORMING ARTS THEATER WILL BE DECKED OUT IN HAUNTING ATTIRE FITTING THE OCCASION! COME CELEBRATE HALLOWEEN IN A TRULY “MONSTOROUS” WAY!
THE PERFORMANCE WILL BE THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT, RINGING IN THE WITCHING HOUR WITH DANCE AND SONG! COSTUMES ENCOURAGED, THOUGH BE CAREFUL DEARS; IT SEEMS WONDERLAND IS UP TO ITS USUAL TRICKS!

FOOD AND DRINK WILL BE PROVIDED, THOUGH I CAN’T PROMISE IT IS ANY SAFER THAN WHAT YOU CAN GET RIGHT NOW!

When 8pm rolls around, anyone who is here will see black and orange garlands decorating the walls, bats hanging from the ceiling, and jack-o-lanterns lining the walls that are carved with the letters MTT and other stylized symbols representing Mettaton.

There are no chairs this time around, except for a few lines of them farther away from the stage, leaving ample room for anyone who wishes to dance to the music. Off to the side of the dance floor are tables filled with various snacks, drinks, and candy for anyone to partake. Once again there is an entire section of the table labeled “Ghost Food” with the incorporeal food laid out artfully on plates.

The night promises to be good to all who wish to attend!

((OOC: Like last time, while this is Mettaton’s Halloween performance, it’s still a party! Feel free to make your own top levels and mingle with other concert goers!))

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[There are many things Mettaton expected when moving through the crowd of people attending his concert, but a ghostly Frisk standing near the food table was not one of them. In hindsight, Wonderland's machinations probably should have made him consider this as a possibility.

Usually he'd avoid them completely and move on, but this place, this time? He's in his element, on top of the world, and he will not be cowed by any potential awkwardness. There is also the matter of his conversation with Chara compelling him to at least give this a shot.

So he glides over, all glitter and glam and larger than life and stands next to them, observing their preoccupation with the food.]

Having some trouble, darling?

[[Oh. So he's...here. Frisk startles, and wishes, wishes with all their might that they could simply fade into nothingness like Napstablook does, but they don't even know how to cry themself a hat of ghost tears, let alone fade away into nothing.

They drop the ghost sandwich they'd been holding, all but hurling it back onto the platter it was positioned on, fumbling to grip at their sleeves and arms in an automatic clenching of fingers - forgetting for a moment that being incorporeal means their hands close only around empty air.]

Sorry. I'll go.

[They wisp back and back, prepared to simply waft through as many tables, chairs, and people until they drift into the next room over, their voice low and mumbled.]

I'll go.

[Frisk's reaction is so painfully like how Napstablook acts that for a moment he almost calls out "Blooky!" instead of their name.]

Frisk! Wait. You don't have to go.

[He sees how they want to disengage and it hurts, because if he was honest with himself, he is happy to see them here. He holds out a hand and, making sure that no one can hear him, speaks to them directly in a lowered voice.]

Ghosts can't touch corporeal things without focusing on wanting to interact with it, so I can't stop you from leaving, but... please. I didn't mean to make you want to run off. I just wanted to say hello.

Edited (typos WHOOPS) 2016-11-03 01:31 (UTC)

[They freeze on the spot out of instinct, out of hated instinct, because they do what they're told. They always do what they're told. And he says you don't have to go and they drop their eyes to the ground.

Chara had been - they'd sounded...

Maybe Chara was the one who was too optimistic for their own good this time. Frisk keeps their features carefully, warily neutral, the tremor schooled out of their tone.]

But we're not friends.

[He stops. He stops completely.

But we're not friends.

Said so impassively. So calmly. Not a trace of regret or hurt or, or...]

Right. Of course. I had...

[~~hoped we could fix things~~]

forgotten that.

[He shouldn't have done this. He shouldn't have approached them, no matter what, and yet. And yet. For Chara, he is willing to try.

~~and maybe for Frisk too~~]

Even if we aren't friends, you're still welcome here. My concerts are open to everyone. Along with the food provided.

[He looks to the ghost sandwich they discarded.]

...when it comes to ghost food, you can pick it up if you focus a bit. It's easier than trying to hold corporeal food. And just as delicious.

[They watch him from beneath lidded eyes, warily. He'd forgotten. They doubt it, they so - they so obviously and completely doubt it. It's a lie. A lie, a false shroud draped over the fact that he's trying to humor them and be polite and nice to a thing that doesn't deserve it. Hurt him. Broke into his house, stole his secrets, and capered away with a smile and a bounce in their step, unaware or perhaps simply uncaring of how utterly they'd shattered the illusions he liked to hold about himself like smokescreens.

Hadn't it been enough for him to hate them? It should've been. It really, really should've been.]

You didn't forget.

[It sounds too much like an accusation. They tear past it swiftly, turn back to the table with the food, the blue-gray hue that makes it seem just a little bit not-there. Fitting.

They shouldn't be here either, ha ha.]

Thank you for the advice, [they say politely regardless, because they...they should still be polite. It's what people need from them.]

[Mettaton looks to the side, as if observing some other fans mingling about, but really he can't meet Frisk's eyes when they blatantly call out his lie. They saw right through him and for a moment he feels the ghost, open and exposed, with magic on display so that all may know how he feels.

He's not like that anymore, so he pulls his attention back to Frisk, seeing them turn away.]

You're welcome. I'm sure you won't be a ghost for too long, so you won't have to worry too much about navigating the world like this, but it's good to know what to do, all the same.

[He gives them a bright, cheery smile, trying to push aside the awkwardness and be the star he is supposed to be right now.]

Even incorporeal, you should still be able to enjoy the second act. It promises to be even more thrilling than the first!

[So please stay]

[It'd be nice if they could be a ghost for longer, they almost say. It'd be nice if they could stay dead for once, ha ha. They've never gotten to see their body sleep for very long. It deserves a rest.

Maybe it'll feel like they've gotten one for once. But sleep has never been easy, not even when they're in the soil.]

You...want me to see it?

[It's less of a question, more of a skeptical skewer levered in this direction; mingled disbelief and blatant mistrust that the offer is genuine. How could it be, when they aren't even friends? When he doesn't care, and stopped pretending to?]

[...Maybe Chara had the wrong idea about Frisk's feelings. Perhaps they didn't know that Frisk really... that Frisk doesn't...

He stands up straight and tall, not letting anything slip past his celebrity mask.]

Well of course! It wouldn't do to be here for the first and then leave before the second!

[It will hurt when Frisk leaves because he can see which way the wind is blowing, but all the same, he endeavors to make them stay.]

I...guess not. I guess not, no.

[He's trying so hard. Why is he even bothering? He doesn't have to lie to them. Hasn't he learned that by now? He'd might as well have said as much. He should just leave them to be the thing he doesn't care about.

Stop lying.]

Why are you... [They trail off, shake their head. Feeling more and more like Napstablook by the second, ha ha.] Never mind.

[Despite his assumption, they seem to be choosing to stay. It's a small victory, overall, but it speaks volumes to him. If they can't be friends again, they can at least be acquaintances.

On a deeper level he feels that that is perhaps the safest way to be with them.]

Now that that is all settled, I will leave you to continue to partake of the delicacy that is ghost food! You can literally taste the magic!

[He gives them a theatrical wink as he steps away politely. It's an abrupt end, but needed in his eyes. He's not anywhere near a place to make friendly small talk with them like he thought he was. Not if their conversations are going to turn in circles back to their apparently mutual uncomfortable feelings. All the same, he thinks Chara would be pleased to know that some effort was being made on his part.]

[All right. Yes. It's fair that he doesn't want to be around them for very long. They don't want to be around them either, ha ha! But they make an effort, at least, to hover near the tables of ghost food, even pick up a sandwich or two to eat it.

It's not bad.

They wish Napstablook could remember sharing a sandwich just like this with them.]

[OPEN] I put a spell on you

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