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[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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[ratingspoint]

[Mettaton doesn't have much to contribute tonight by way of artwork, but he is most definitely here for the sake of socializing; the week has been...acceptably okay for the most part. Some things have been better than others, but for now he's just trying to keep his spirits up and not focus on the fact that statistically speaking, this'll suck and someone will die a lot.

But for now he's content to disregard the notion that they do not have a good track record with Thursday nights; as is to be expected, he's not partaking in food, but fuck everything if he hasn't managed to make something made utterly out of lies - it...looks like burgers? Only they're purple and weirdly sparkly and actually biting into one or breaking it apart will reveal that they are made out of goddamn cake and fondant because of course they are.

The cake is not quite a lie; rather, the cake is comprising the lies. Or something.

Otherwise, though, he's brought down one of those guitars from the music room upstairs, and he's here to just kind of sit and socialize if he's approached but otherwise just kind of fuck around and see what he can actually manage.

...The result is a lot of "So anyway, here's Wonderwall" because Yosuke has helped him learn exactly one song on this damn thing. At least he sort of knows some of the words now? He's just kind of muttering them to himself under his breath but at least he seems to be enjoying himself. And clearly, that's what matters.]

[goodforsomething]

So what's the deal with these?

[Stan has a lie burger on a plate. He's currently dissecting it with a fork - he learned last time not to unthinkingly down any of Mettaton's culinary offerings.]

[ratingspoint]

Just something I've been playing around with. I promise they won't send you into sugar shock this time.

[...Yes they will. They so will.]

[goodforsomething]

You can't even taste it.

[.....tiiiiiiiiiny bite.]

....well, it's not as bad as those glitterbombs.

[ratingspoint]

I told you.

[God, Mettaton, you should not be so proud of yourself right now.]

They're similar to another one of the things I sell back home. You can thank Black for assisting me with working out how to make things like that.

[BLACK KNOWS HOW TO MAKE CAKE whereas mettaton arguably does not, so]

[goodforsomething]

...you sell food?

[oh those poor monsters]

[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.

[garudynamic]

[Aww he looks so happy that Mettaton likes it. Music is the one thing he'll always want to share]

I'll need it back in the morning of course, but hell I'll be sleeping so someone might as well get some use outta it... It gets so creepy and quiet in here at night.

[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.

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[captainobnoxious]

[If there is anyone who is gonna take a big fucking bite out of these mistake burgers, it's going to be Sigrun, and she's going to make sure she's situated nearby Mettaton's playing when she does.

Like, he got her to eat wax balls once. This is nothing

but sugary sweetnes oh my god why.]

-- Honey, [at least she's swallowing it first,] you need to either stay out of the kitchen or away from the sweet stuff. Why don't you let me teach you something sometime?

[ratingspoint]

[...]

Why?

[I MEAN HE'S SURE HE COULD BENEFIT SOMEHOW FROM LEARNING EIGHTY THINGS TO DO WITH FISH BUT

BUT WHY.]

[captainobnoxious]

You're not gonna have all this sugar when you come home to Dalsnes.

[Just sayin', sweetheart.]

[ratingspoint]

Well, it's not like I need it for anything.

[captainobnoxious]

[.....]

We live on the sea, so all we eat is fish with the occasional deer thrown in. You're going to be cooking with me sometime there, so it's better to know a few simple recipes now rather than later when you're surrounded by five or so other people in the same space.

[amygdalae]

[Guess who decided to try the burger without really thinking about it and then instantly regrets everything.]

Ugh, what-- [JUST HOW MUCH SUGAR WAS IN THIS THING??

brb, finding a glass of water to wash this down.]

[ratingspoint]

[Oh, honey.]

...Are you going to be all right, or...?

[amygdalae]

--I'll be fine.

[Just... give him a minute here to get over the intense sugar explosion he just had in his mouth.]

That was, uh. [Very unhealthy.]

[ratingspoint]

...It isn't for everyone.

[He still sounds kind of amused by it, honestly, but at least he isn't offended by the reaction.]

Not quite as sugar-shock inducing as the starfaits tend to be, but they've still got a lot of punch to them.