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[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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[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.

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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?

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.]

...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.]

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.]

Oh, I'm sure that some are - not that I really know any. Apparently our rulers are goats? But no sheep to my knowledge.

Goats are probably the same way. Some of them are nice people, some of them are awful. Really, that applies to any species.

...That sounds a bit hypocritical coming from someone with 'orcas' on their dislikes list, but I've just never met an apex predator who could be described as 'nice'.

...Humans, sweetheart. I'm pretty sure they count.

That goes without saying.

[He doesn't have anything against humans, but they have their share of absolute dicks.]

[Well, yes, but not all of them are, is the point.]

And I'm sure you've met some of those that can be considered nice, haven't you?

Plenty. Most of the ones here, for example.

[...Weeee don't talk about the ones he doesn't consider 'nice'.]

[...who would that even b- ...Norman. Right.]

They've been interesting, really. All of them, even the ones that could stand to be a little less...well. Everything they are.

[Got it in one.]

Interesting's a word for it.

I've enjoyed most of them, anyway.

None of them are really what I expected humans to be like, but that's fine, actually.

Life would be so boring if your expectations were always met. So I'm glad to hear it.

...What did you expect humans to be like, if I can ask?

[...............actually-]

The closest thing to it is probably Sigrun.

In what way?

[He can't imagine anyone but Sigrun being Sigrun.]

Most of what I know about humans comes from media, sweetheart. It's all a little over-the-top.

[Sigrun is sufficiently anime.]

She's a bit larger than life, isn't she? No wonder she's our leader.

[...]

She called me her right hand the other day, you know.

[He sounds and looks so happy to be saying that.]

Ohhh, that's fantastic! And I'm really not surprised, either, you're good at what you do.

I know, but - it's an honor, hearing it from her. I'll have to work double-time not to disappoint.

[Cherryblod, you already work yourself ragged. Cherryblod stop.]

Just make sure you take care of yourself too, darling.

[...Please don't make him be rational at you again.]

[Being rational sucks and is stupid.]

Oh - of course. I'm no good to anyone if I don't keep my health up.

[Pretty much? It also requires more emotional competence than he has at any given moment.]

That isn't it and we both know it.

[It's gentle, though.]

And you're sweet to worry for my sake.

[He might hug him, but guitar.]

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