pageant of the bizarre

[goodforsomething]

[Throughout the late afternoon and early evening, Stan seems to have put a surprising amount of effort into setting up the dining hall. It's not usually something he would do without any kind of potential gain, but hell - there's not a whole lot else to do here. And really, if he hangs up some of the ribbons from the sewing room, well, it's not like anybody was using them. He knows how to decorate for parties.

There is a conspicuous lack of glitter in any of the decorations, though. Too soon.

The only dish currently set out is a pan of cinnamon noodle kugel. It's a potluck, bring your own shit! He has bothered to make some punch, at least, as well as bringing down some booze from the bar. Maybe alcohol on Murder Night isn't the best idea, but he'll keep an eye out for anyone who decides to indulge. He'd have to anyway. Apparently passing out in the dining hall will end in explosions.

Speaking of rude and arbitrary rules: off to the side, there's a table labeled KINGMAKERS. There's only one piece of paper there now, a well-done drawing of what looks like a young, ostentatiously emo Mitt Romney. It's obviously Stan's, since he got here first, but he hasn't bothered to sign it; apparently you can submit anonymously or not, however you feel like. As long as we're all participating in the public mockery!]

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[garudynamic]

Hey Mettaton! I've got something for you.

[he has the black headphones plus his MP3 player in hand]

[ratingspoint]

Do you, now.

[He'll look up when Yosuke approaches him; his gaze is quick to dart over to the headphones when he notices them, but he seems more interested than anything.]

Go ahead, then!

[garudynamic]

Well, I was thinking.. since you're up all night anyways... you might wanna try some more human music. So I put some stuff together.

[he made you a mixtape, bro]

[ratingspoint]

...Oh.

[And he seems...genuinely surprised by that? Goodness lord, hang on- ]

That's...wonderful of you, sweetheart, I appreciate it.

[...genuinely surprised and more than a little touched, apparently.]

I've heard some before, but things have probably changed a lot - most of what we have is a lot older, things humans don't find as popular anymore, I think. So getting to hear things that you like would be great, actually.

[penduli]

[ Well, someone looks cocky. ]

You'll jinx yourself like that, you know. [ And then he'll win. It'll be great. He loves winning. ]

[cherryblooded]

[He appreciates the thought. He really does. It's that kind of thought that has him asking,]

And how are you tonight, Black? Don't let me hog all the attention.

[cherryblooded]

We're all adults here, more or less. I bet it'll stay.

[garudynamic]

Like he- no I won't. I've got this on lock.

[he's just gonna sit right here now] Whatcha making?

[captainobnoxious]

Oh, I know none of us will take it. I'm talking about the man of the hour himself.

[...]

I might ask him what's his favorite tonight and see if he's got any of them he wants to vote for too.

[cherryblooded]

You should absolutely do that. He should at least get one vote, if not final say.

[cherryblooded]

[While the burgers are a lot of (unsure), Cherryblod elects not to comment on them - they're tasty, and as long as you shut your eyes and try not to think of them as burgers in the first place then they're fine.

Anyway, there's no way he wouldn't join Mettaton where he's sitting, lying cake or not. He's well aware what night it is, and he's trying not to let that show in his smile.]

Hello, my dear.

[penduli]

...better, I guess. [ Marginally. ] I have a bet going with Yosuke today that I'm sure I'll win, so I'm pretty excited about that? I don't know what I'll ask him to do though... The winner gets one request that the loser has to fulfill no questions asked, so.

[ ...it's a fun bet, even if he knows it's just life insurance. ]

[cherryblooded]

Nothing I'd have to get revenge on you for, I hope.

[He's joking. It's a joke. He wouldn't mess with Black unless he really tormented Yosuke with this.]

[ratingspoint]

Good evening, sweetheart.

[Mettaton doesn't look up from his playing, but he's smiling now, the expression fairly open as he does so.]

Enjoying yourself?

[cherryblooded]

Of course. Never knew we had so many artists in our ranks.

Which one is your favorite?

[He doubts his competes with dickbutt. It's just so classic.]

[captainobnoxious]

... I'd feel weird like, talking talking to him here, but I don't get the texting thing. But I did want to try it.

[... This time, Sigrun's actually got her phone where it should be in the first place in a bag at her side, staring at it with a tilt of her head before tapping out a message rather slowly. Very obviously not used to it.]

[cherryblooded]

Usually text him so I have a record of the conversation, and so that I don't have to deal with actually hearing him.

[She's not doing half bad for a first time texter, though.]

[captainobnoxious]

[That's because she's watched Mettaton do it. Sigrun is absolutely the kind of person who sees/hears something and can pick up on it... after a little bit. Tap tap tap tap.]

He says he doesn't mind it either way, but does like people calling a little more. I kind of get it too. It's kind of nice hearing someone.

[... tap tap tap]

[ratingspoint]

[...Black, what the actual fuck is that sheep- ]

That is actually terrifying, I love it.

[ratingspoint]

...Really, I like the sheep.

[He has no idea what Black thinks he's doing at any given time, but the sheep is goddamn hilarious. Fucking horrifying, but hilarious.]

[penduli]

[ He has this on lock until Black puts his mind to messing with him— ]

Stuffed animals. [ ...thanks black that wasn't obvious at all. ] Shirazu and I agreed that it'd be nice if we made them for everyone, not just the dead, so we've been figuring out what animals suit everyone best.

...or just asking them their favorites if we can't figure any out.

[ He glances at the golden retriever—that's not one for the stuffed animal zoo—and sets his hands in his lap. Picking at his bandages. ]

The shrimp is Mr. Cherryblod, obviously, and... I guess I took some liberties, but, er... [ Pick pick pick— ] The frog is you?

[cherryblooded]

Huh, I see.

[Even more reason to keep texting him.]

Has he even seen the pictures?

[captainobnoxious]

[When it starts getting later, Sigrun is no less tired than she was at the beginning and yet she sees these tense children and will be throwing an arm around Yosuke, putting him in a chokehold and a noogie to boot.]

Lighten up, lazybones! You look more like a kitten than kitten does!

[cherryblooded]

I'm sure that's funnier to everyone else than to me, because some sheep are terrible, but as long as it makes everyone else smile then I approve of it being our official portrait.

[...Also, some people named Sheep are weird as hell.]

[penduli]

[ #WELCOMETOHELL ]

You're not the first person to think that. [ His sheep are........ very good! They're very good sheep! ] I grew up around them, so I got used to drawing them—they're the only thing I can do, actually.

...more people get freaked out by the fact they're made out of sentences than how they look though, I think. [ Hmm. ] I offered to take those pens off everyone's hands though, I need to use them for something.