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acatalepsy_rpg2019-03-05 09:11 pm
glitzandglamour) wrote in acatalepsy_rpg2019-03-05 09:11 pm
[video]
[The camera's at an unnaturally flattering angle of Mettaton's upper body, something only possible for someone with extendable arms or something ridiculous like that. He sits behind a table of some kind, and if he had a stack of papers and a pristine suit it might be reminiscent of a news anchor. But for anyone who has met this showy robot, Mettaton's expression looks a lot more drained than usual. He quickly remedies this and puts forth a pleasant smile, his voice smooth and clear.]
Hello there, beauties and gentlebeauties! It's Mettaton, here at last to deliver the content you've been craving! ...If we weren't under such grim circumstances. You see. I would love for the purpose of this communication to be to serenade you with my dulcet voice. But I have some news for you that is both meaty and fascinating... Like a Steak In The Shape Of My Face, which is both enticing and satiating. So why not compromise and have both?? [He raises a finger.] I've just recovered from connecting to the Horologium itself in an attempt to gather some information by using my robotic talents... At the pleading of Pidge-darling over here. [Who he gestures to, but she's off camera.] And with her assistance. It wasn't easy! Think of it as a token of my dedication to you, my lovely new viewers... Ohhh yes!!
[Mettaton sticks his tongue out "cutely." At least his energy seems to be returning to him the longer he remains on camera.]
What we found? Well. When you connect to a store of information like that, it's always a lot. But this was beyond measure! Imagine. Many of the answers to your questions... lie immediately accessible within these very walls. [Walls, like the one he's sliding his finger down sensually.
Here, his smile tenses.]
The problem is that these answers were so numerous, in fact, that it was enough to, ah. Damage my hardware. ...But don't worry, darlings! I'm better than ever. Now, enough waiting! Let's get to the meat of the matter!!!
[Mettaton clears his throat, which is an incredibly normal thing for a robot without a throat to do.]
Let's start with dimensions. This ship is bigger than you're imagining... If your imagination is anywhere less than 20,000 rooms, and more floors than I could keep track of! [His gaze drifts away in recollection.] And 20,000 was only where I lost my place. Needless to say, it's a number higher than that. Some of these floors have logs that suggest that they're on conflicting schedules, chronologically. For example, they each lost power at different times... And many of the floors possess their own unique stores of information like this, but that's the only teaser I have about that! Flawless though I must seem, it's a little hard even for me to access ALL of that data during a thirty-second foray into a massive server. Nobody said this report was going to be without its disappointments!!
Ah, but. I caught a portion of an emergency call... One sent out before the ship lost electricity. I couldn't make it all out, but there was something about... "in the ship." Oooh, what could that mean?!
[He leans closer to the camera eagerly, as though to invoke curiosity in his audience. But now it's onto the detail he likes significantly less, given that he had to experience it first-hand. His visible eye narrows; Mettaton sobers, and brushes his free hand over his fringe as though to smooth it. It's already smooth.]
But onto the HOT ISSUE of discussion, given that it's related to our... noisy shipmate. You must want to know more about that sound, and I had full intent to deliver. But as soon as I looked into details about that sound... I short-circuited. The moment I inquired, the ship itself... ...Well. Trust me when I tell you that... whatever this noise is, something with access to the ship's data is deeply distressed about it.
[As if on cue, the light flickers, the ship rumbles, and the feed crackles out, preventing Mettaton from doing an obnoxious outro. It's one of those intermittent disruptions, par for the course. It's for the best that he's stopped there: he'll keep talking for the sake of listening to his own voice if he isn't.]
Hello there, beauties and gentlebeauties! It's Mettaton, here at last to deliver the content you've been craving! ...If we weren't under such grim circumstances. You see. I would love for the purpose of this communication to be to serenade you with my dulcet voice. But I have some news for you that is both meaty and fascinating... Like a Steak In The Shape Of My Face, which is both enticing and satiating. So why not compromise and have both?? [He raises a finger.] I've just recovered from connecting to the Horologium itself in an attempt to gather some information by using my robotic talents... At the pleading of Pidge-darling over here. [Who he gestures to, but she's off camera.] And with her assistance. It wasn't easy! Think of it as a token of my dedication to you, my lovely new viewers... Ohhh yes!!
[Mettaton sticks his tongue out "cutely." At least his energy seems to be returning to him the longer he remains on camera.]
What we found? Well. When you connect to a store of information like that, it's always a lot. But this was beyond measure! Imagine. Many of the answers to your questions... lie immediately accessible within these very walls. [Walls, like the one he's sliding his finger down sensually.
Here, his smile tenses.]
The problem is that these answers were so numerous, in fact, that it was enough to, ah. Damage my hardware. ...But don't worry, darlings! I'm better than ever. Now, enough waiting! Let's get to the meat of the matter!!!
[Mettaton clears his throat, which is an incredibly normal thing for a robot without a throat to do.]
Let's start with dimensions. This ship is bigger than you're imagining... If your imagination is anywhere less than 20,000 rooms, and more floors than I could keep track of! [His gaze drifts away in recollection.] And 20,000 was only where I lost my place. Needless to say, it's a number higher than that. Some of these floors have logs that suggest that they're on conflicting schedules, chronologically. For example, they each lost power at different times... And many of the floors possess their own unique stores of information like this, but that's the only teaser I have about that! Flawless though I must seem, it's a little hard even for me to access ALL of that data during a thirty-second foray into a massive server. Nobody said this report was going to be without its disappointments!!
Ah, but. I caught a portion of an emergency call... One sent out before the ship lost electricity. I couldn't make it all out, but there was something about... "in the ship." Oooh, what could that mean?!
[He leans closer to the camera eagerly, as though to invoke curiosity in his audience. But now it's onto the detail he likes significantly less, given that he had to experience it first-hand. His visible eye narrows; Mettaton sobers, and brushes his free hand over his fringe as though to smooth it. It's already smooth.]
But onto the HOT ISSUE of discussion, given that it's related to our... noisy shipmate. You must want to know more about that sound, and I had full intent to deliver. But as soon as I looked into details about that sound... I short-circuited. The moment I inquired, the ship itself... ...Well. Trust me when I tell you that... whatever this noise is, something with access to the ship's data is deeply distressed about it.
[As if on cue, the light flickers, the ship rumbles, and the feed crackles out, preventing Mettaton from doing an obnoxious outro. It's one of those intermittent disruptions, par for the course. It's for the best that he's stopped there: he'll keep talking for the sake of listening to his own voice if he isn't.]
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[So really he's glad that someone else believes that.]
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[He stops for a moment. He can only hear Molly, and from that alone, nothing tells him he's not faring well. But...]
By the way. How are you doing here, on this ship? I have my own troubles... But I imagine the struggle must be different from person to person.
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I don't even understand where we are or why this place exists and would, honestly, be against it, even if there weren't something making corpses out of people. This is... This sort of place could never and would never exist where I'm from.
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Charming... [That could be sarcasm, but the brightness in his eyes suggests it's not. But why can't it be both?] Let me guess. You deal with situations like these by finding whatever's trying to kill you... And killing it first.
That, or you run. But that's not an option here, unless you want to try those foreboding exits!
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[Except for the part where he DIED before coming here.] I can handle that part of this.
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[He smiles knowingly at the camera, even though Molly's only communicating through voice. It's justification for running away when things are too hot to handle, but Mettaton doesn't see anything wrong with that. Not that he knows what it means to face danger of such magnitude. Not in this timeline, anyway.
He takes a moment after talking to really think about what Molly said and stops thinking about the sound of his own voice enough for eyes to narrow, possessed by the contradiction he's just noticed. His smirk remains.]
... Actually, wait a second. Can you really handle the survival part? You have a bit of a history with that, don't you?
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[Second of all... Fuck, he did give that away, didn't he? Damn how loose his tongue got when he was trapped and stressed out. He's gonna have to watch that.]
And... Well. That was a bit of an extenuating circumstance. I wasn't my best at that time, and it's not gonna fucking happen again.
[Because he can't Blood Maledict anymore and therefore cannot knock himself unconscious.]
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[Convinced or not, Mettaton leans back.]
Let's hope. For your sake. We'll have to make sure you're always at your best, if we're talking about perfectly avoidable... mistakes. No use in dying for reasons you already see coming!