Take Initiative.

[trustharder]

It seems things have been resolved - peacefully, if more than a little awkwardly for most parties involved. However, there's still work to do here, isn't there? Ryuunosuke shrugs after a long moment; tips his head up a bit. "Hey, Glory? Let everyone up." And apparently that's all it takes, though what that actually does isn't something that happens all at once - rather, panels slide out from the wall, forming a staircase up to that balcony they've been standing on. Mettaton doesn't really wait for the others to join them; he just leaves back through that section of wall they entered from, calling something back over his shoulder. "We've got another room to work from back here, darlings, this shouldn't take too long to work out." >Follow?

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[amygdalae]

[Incredibly convenient. Thank you, Glory.]

We'll find it later, then.

[Alright, at least something can be managed from there, which is good. It sets some worries at ease.]

...one more question. Just exactly what kind of world in this place we're in?

[What kind of world would there be people wanting to watch these goddamned murdergames?]

[trustharder]

MY FRIEND TOLD ME THAT IT'S FULL OF BAD PEOPLE.
BUT THAT PROBABLY GOES WITHOUT SAYING.
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO KNOW?

[amygdalae]

Is there a name for this city? And this world? We all can't exactly keep calling this 'the place where we were stuck in a virtual simulation for two months' all the time.

[Well they could, but it'd make things rather inconvenient.]