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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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[ you can practically hear him rubbing at the back of his head. but there's another a pause, and a small "hm." escapes him. ]
This creature wiped out over 20,000 people. That means it's big. But it hasn't attacked us — it's been watching and studying our movements. I took a look at the blood tracks in the empty rooms...it may be large, but its size has to be making up for its mobility. If it's been dormant for so long, it has to be at a disadvantage. If we wait for it, it won't be.
The last time...it won because it came to understand the people on the ship. It knew their weaknesses, their capabilities and who they were...we can't afford to let that happen again. Whatever happens, I want to find it and make sure it doesn't get that chance.
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I wonder if the noise I heard was the former inhabitants. And if so... Well. [He leans forward and engages the camera with a meaningful look.] I'm sure you have conclusions of your own.
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[ thanks, local edgelord. ]
We have to stay on the defense. When you go towards the exit doors, something...takes ahold of you. It's this. I know it is, now.
...You. Be cautious. If this is a form of contact, it could target you — or use your energy. We can't let that happen.
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Me...? My my. I couldn't blame anyone for fixating on me. It would hardly be the first time I was pursued so desperately... Although. Maybe not by an undefinable creature that killed an entire ship. ...
[He's still treating it lightly, but maybe he's staring off and past the camera now that the consideration's settling in.]
You suggest staying on the defense... But how do you imagine preparing for a threat like this one? Do we have any understanding of its motivations? As far as I'm concerned, we're all woefully stripped of our natural powers, but expected to defend ourselves against the unknown. So...?
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[ a beat. ]
All you need to know is that something wants to destroy you. It doesn't need a reason. Its mobility is limited by its size and it can only overtake its prey through studying its weaknesses and feeding on its energy. That's enough to help us prepare.
...This isn't the first time we've been thrown into a world without our powers. There are supplies aboard the ship and the powers that she gave us — we'll have to make do. There are people here...who have seen their worlds end. They're equipped fighters who have been through this before. Everyone here has a purpose.
I know that if we put our skills to use, we'll find light in the darkness. But we need to start somewhere.
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Still, Mettaton wears an easy smile while regarding the camera.]
Your words are like poetry, sweetheart! It's almost enough to convince me that we'll have no trouble... No matter what misfortune comes to be. I'm not worried about my safety. But I won't stop you from doing your... thing. [Mettaton waves a hand.] Besides. I no longer possess any combative powers... I'm completely without weapons or magic. I wouldn't turn down the offer of protection, coming from someone so resolute.
How does it "feed" on energy? Suppose whatever that message was conveying meant that it's still "in the ship." Does that mean it's already at work...?