[OPEN] I put a spell on you

[mettatonvevo]

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!))

Comments

[theothermrgray]

[Dorian chuckles ever so lightly.]

Mettaton, you naughty robot! [He jokingly scolds in mock condensation.] Hasn't your maker told you not to eat strange candies before supper?

[He grins just a moment or two more, before his smile falls with a resigned sigh.]

Alas, It's not like I have any right to judge. When do you think this curse will wear off?

[mettatonvevo]

[Mettaton snorts.]

The day Alphys tells me what to do is the day I become fully non-functional.

[He'll listen to Alphys in hell]

Well, knowing Wonderland, it will probably wear off within a day or two. Maybe three days max? I doubt we'll be like this for long.

[theothermrgray]

[Heh. Are you sure you didn't kill the poor lizard in your timeline, Mettaton?]

What if she ordered you to cease functioning?

[Dorian breathes a sigh of relief.] Thank god. I would rather not spend the rest of my days lurking in dark corners and drinking blood.

[mettatonvevo]

[Mettaton shakes his head.]

I don't listen to her orders. I'm not programmed that way. She programmed me to have complete free will, and that includes choosing whether or not to listen to her.

[Once again he speaks in half-truths, which is a good representation of his life.

Mettaton nods, absently hoping that he is right in his assumption that this will disappate quickly.]

I know I rather enjoy my nighttime strolls, so I would rather not turn into a ravenous beast whenever there is a full moon.

[theothermrgray]

Ah. That is rather impressive of her...

[And extremely worrying.]

There isn't a full moon out tonight, is there?

[mettatonvevo]

I suppose so. A personality like mine cannot be shackled so easily!

[It rankles him a bit, how much credit he has to give to Alphys about his own personality, but it can't be helped. Such is the nature of living a lie.]

I don't know, honestly. I've never paid attention to if we have moon phases or not.

[He's never really thought about it before. Awhile back for Sans's birthday there had been the Star Gazing Festival or something that Papyrus had set up about the constellations, but he hadn't been paying terrible close attention, having been too focused on making sure Sans liked his gift.

All in all though, back then he had to admit that the night sky here was absolutely beautiful.]

[theothermrgray]

[Are you sure you haven't killed Alphys at some point? She kind of made a slightly dangerous robot buddy.]

Hm... I was outside earlier tonight, but I don't think I was paying attention either.

[He's not going to mention trying to bite that wizard boy. Nope. Not gonna happen.]

Perhaps we could go out to the garden and see if the moonlight has any effect on you?

[mettatonvevo]

[Indirectly, yes, but Mettaton's hands have never been directly stained with Alphys's dust.

Mettaton shakes his head, his ears shaking a little as he chuckles.]

As fun as that could be, I'd rather not risk it. I should stay and help put things away. Wonderland has been gracious in allowing all of this to run so smoothly, so I want to return the favor and help it return things to normal.

CW: Suicide mention

[theothermrgray]

[As a man who has driven at least two people he once cared about to end it all, that's just as bad.]

That is a huge blessing. I couldn't imagine how disastrous the performance would have been if Wonderland interfered.

[Dorian feels a little silly, referring to this world as a living being. Is it really Wonderland's intention to be so disrupting, or is the raw chaos to blame?]

Do you need help cleaning up, then?

[mettatonvevo]

[Mettaton has long suspected that Wonderland had a mind of its own. Other than the Residents, the magic of the Mansion had always breathed differently than anything else. It also helped that it felt like he and the world have had multiple "conversations" in the past, whether it was because of him creating things through its help, or the time it literally told him to stop.

He finds himself treating it like its own entity and in turn, it seems to be especially eager to give into his whims for possessions. He'll take what he can get.]

If you'd like, I'd welcome it! Usually I would ask Napstablook to help out, but seeing as they are a pumpkin right now, I'm a few nubs short.

[theothermrgray]

Hm?

[He glances over at the pumpkin on the DJ booth, and studies it from a distance... Hey, he knows that face.]

... You mean the ghost?

[They were a nice ghost, if not a skittish one. That's what Dorian knew, anyway.]

[mettatonvevo]

[Mettaton nods happily.]

Yes! They're half the talent that was on stage tonight. They don't like being center stage all that often.

[theothermrgray]

Oh!

They were really good tonight, despite the missing limbs.

[He grins and nods at the pumpkin.] Nice work tonight, Napstablook!

[mettatonvevo]

Weren't they? Not even Wonderland's tricks can stop them from excelling at everything they do.

[He beams from ear to ear, his teeth also pointed like his current companion's teeth.]

[theothermrgray]

[Welcome to the pointy teeth club.]

Who knew a ghost could be so determined? [Said without any clue of what Monsters consider Determination to be.] I'm happy we got to hear him play, in spite of his pumpkin form.

[mettatonvevo]

[Determined, huh? Unfortunately, he'd consider Napstablook to be the least likely canidate to have such a power, but he understands where Dorian comes from. Though, a slight correction is in order.]

Oh yes, it is a real treat to hear their music. Though, you got your pronouns wrong, dear. They go by they/them. No he's or she's with Blooky!

[theothermrgray]

[Oh no, not another one...]

Oh, do forgive me. The only sorts of people that use the pronoun in my world are large groups, mysterious fellows, and businesses large enough to represent themselves in person.

I don't mean to be rude to your friend at the DJ booth.

[mettatonvevo]

Oh, I doubt that your words were malicious, but now you know better. I know they wouldn't correct you if they heard because they're too shy, so it was up to me.

[He turns back to the general mess of the stage.]

Well! Are you ready to get to business?

[theothermrgray]

[Dorian nods.]

As ready as I can be. Where do we start?