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futurology2017-01-02 07:03 pm
ex_mettacrusher33) wrote in futurology2017-01-02 07:03 pm
[Video | UN: METTATON]
Hello again, ALASTAIR!!
[It's a robot! Dressed to the nines in a shimmery, heavy blue gown that he may or may not have steadfastly refused to take off since the ball. He's in the courtyard by a tree strung up with lights, sitting at its base with one arm raised in celebration, the other clutching his microphone, and one leg kicked out enough from his dress to be seen.
There's a tiny ice sculpture of himself sitting in his lap. Music is filtering through his speakers.]
How wonderful it is to be back and sharing this time with you during the most wonderful season of all! Why, it's the season of giving! Of family and friendship!! Of togetherness! It's the last chance you'll have of expressing yourself to the ones you love before the clock rings in the new year!
That's why I'm inviting every member of ALASTAIR to join me right here in the Courtyard, where we'll be broadcasting any message that you have! Is it to another member? Loved ones at home? Need to get something off your chest or just want to wish that special someone a happy holiday where everyone can see? Then make sure to join me, your LUSCIOUS host, Mettaton, to share your message for all to see and hear.
And make sure to stay tuned in, beauties and gentlebeauties; the next message might be for YOU!
--
[Using gray magic, Mettaton has fired off the following messages into the night sky:]
"I wish Sans was back."
"I'm sorry."
At some point in the night, he's fired off an image of his own face.
This horrible drawing.
"butt~"
"You're being unnecessarily loud."
"No snowflake ever falls in the wrong place."
An image of Giorno in a stellar dress.
"Fiona was here, Rhys is a loser."
A giant disembodied middle finger.
"Papyrus is the best friend to have! That's what I like about him! He doesn't give up on anyone!"
The image of some sort of shy fish monster???
[It's a robot! Dressed to the nines in a shimmery, heavy blue gown that he may or may not have steadfastly refused to take off since the ball. He's in the courtyard by a tree strung up with lights, sitting at its base with one arm raised in celebration, the other clutching his microphone, and one leg kicked out enough from his dress to be seen.
There's a tiny ice sculpture of himself sitting in his lap. Music is filtering through his speakers.]
How wonderful it is to be back and sharing this time with you during the most wonderful season of all! Why, it's the season of giving! Of family and friendship!! Of togetherness! It's the last chance you'll have of expressing yourself to the ones you love before the clock rings in the new year!
That's why I'm inviting every member of ALASTAIR to join me right here in the Courtyard, where we'll be broadcasting any message that you have! Is it to another member? Loved ones at home? Need to get something off your chest or just want to wish that special someone a happy holiday where everyone can see? Then make sure to join me, your LUSCIOUS host, Mettaton, to share your message for all to see and hear.
And make sure to stay tuned in, beauties and gentlebeauties; the next message might be for YOU!
--
[Using gray magic, Mettaton has fired off the following messages into the night sky:]
"I wish Sans was back."
"I'm sorry."
At some point in the night, he's fired off an image of his own face.
This horrible drawing.
"butt~"
"You're being unnecessarily loud."
"No snowflake ever falls in the wrong place."
An image of Giorno in a stellar dress.
"Fiona was here, Rhys is a loser."
A giant disembodied middle finger.
"Papyrus is the best friend to have! That's what I like about him! He doesn't give up on anyone!"
The image of some sort of shy fish monster???
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Mettaton's so excited to see another robot! He knew they were here but... This one is so... humanoid! Look at their arms! They had ELBOWS!
Is he swooning? He might be swooning a bit.]
Never you mind that, darling. That's a mistake we've all had the misfortune of making. All that matters is that you're making up for it NOW.
[He daintily sticks a hand toward the screen, as if expecting a kiss. From the screen. From the robot with no lips.]
Charmed.
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I see you have been sky-writing for others.
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[He rapidly throws himself back against the tree in a pose, one leg pointing toward the sky.] Do you have something you'd like to share, gorgeous? A secret? A confession? I'm all ears!
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[ He doesn't have any secrets, nor confessions... He does, however, have a thought. ]
"No snowflake ever falls in the wrong place."
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[And there it is, decorating the sky in fancy gray script:
No snowflake ever falls in the wrong place.]
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