[Open/Mingle] Friends, beauties, castle denizens, lend me your ears

[mediadarling]

Today in the castle, a number of long sheets of paper have gone up in various well-trafficked locations. They all read the same:

ATTENTION BEAUTIES OF THE CASTLE!!
SIGNUPS ARE HERE FOR THE GREATEST SPECTACLE THE CASTLE HAS EVER KNOWN:
THE TALE OF SIR METTATON THE MAGNIFICENT AND HIS DARING QUEST FOR ADVENTURE AND ROMANCE!!
WRITTEN BY METTATON AND RYOJI MOCHIZUKI!
WITH ACTING, SCENERY, COSTUMES, AND MORE BY YOU!!!!
SIGN UP BELOW:

A pen and inkwell have been left on a table beneath each sheet. Anyone able to read the message will note that while Ryoji's name is written in blue and in the extremely tidy script of someone who doesn't write by hand often, Mettaton's name is massive, magenta, and surrounded by hearts.

Nearby, there just might be an enthusiastic robot and/or teenager lingering to see just how this latest project of theirs is going over.

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[dustless]

Frisk is here.

Frisk is gleeful.

"What can I do?" they ask the lingering figures while they shakily write their name. Frisk ♥ FR♪SK

[notsogrimreaper]

"Anything you want!" Ryoji grins down at the child. It's great to see someone so excited to help.

"You can act with Mettaton-san and I, or maybe work backstage... paint the set... there's a lot of things to be done, so we need anything you want to offer!"

He kneels down to be a bit more on their level.

"But with a smile like yours, I'm pretty sure you should be up on stage. We can't have someone so cute just hanging off to the side!"

[dustless]

"I want to help with everything!"

Flatterer. Their grin gets just a smidgen more shy at that.

"I danced with him once when he sang! And some other TV stuff. But that was my favorite part." Well. They sort of danced. He did his own thing in his dress as they sort of circled around him, waiting for an inevitable FIGHT, and then got into it the second RESET, but whatever.

[trombones]

Sans doesn't sign it yet. The skeleton instead takes the pen and sticks it in a pocket, then makes like he's about to leave - just to see how the robot and/or teenager might react.

He knows Mettaton (who is most of the reason why he's stealing the pen), but he wouldn't mind meeting the other guy either. He's heard a little bit about him already.

[notsogrimreaper]

"Ah, excuse me, Sans! We actually need the pen for the sign-up sheet."

If Sans was expecting the reaction to be dramatic... well, he's not getting the desired one from Ryoji, at least. He just gives a polite smile to who he assumes is the Sans he already knows, gesturing with one hand to their poster.

[prospectornimbat]

Standing on a table, Fidget reads the long sheet of paper and considers.

[notsogrimreaper]

Ryoji doesn't want to interrupt, so he waits until the little creature seems to have finished reading before waving.

"Ah, hey there! Interested in signing up?"

sORRY I AM SUPER INDECISIVE

[mercybutton]

Well, uh.

He'll see a human blow straight past his table like it wasn't even there. Just kept walking.

Hey, isn't it weird? They look kinda like Frisk, but... older, maybe. Bit taller.

Scratch that, a lot like Frisk.

[notsogrimreaper]

"Ah, Frisk-san...?"

Weird. They're just walking right past. Are they busy or something? He knows they've signed up already, but...

"Hey, what're you up to! At least say hello! We might get lonely otherwise!"

[sansational]

Well, this was...not what he was expecting to see when he woke up this morning.

Sans stares at the paper for a long, long moment, rocking back and forth on his heels. Finally, he heaves a soft sigh. "'mettaton the magnificent'?" Sans glances over at the two co-conspirators, one eyesocket widened. "seriously?"

The look on his face is that of a skeleton who really can't quite believe what he's just read, and is hoping that he won't have to.

[notsogrimreaper]

Ryoji laughs nervously. He had no idea their play's mere title would annoy someone! And honestly, he liked Sans. He was hoping he'd sign up, since it would be more fun than the skeleton's been having lately.

"The title's not set in stone yet. But it is Mettaton's show. We really need other actors, though! And I mean, everyone else. It's not like we can do this alone."

[antitemporal]

Sans-Serif, meanwhile, is looking genuinely puzzled. He stares up at the paper, his hands folded behind his back. Puddle is piled up on his shoulder, and their heads are tilted at identical angles.

He stares at the paper in the optimistic hope of understanding it if he just reads it through enough times, but he finally has to give up and ask for help. This he does by going over to Mettaton and pointing back at the paper.

"i don't understand."

[mediadarling]

Mettaton drops to one knee and smiles. "What don't you understand, sweetheart?"

i misread that as lend me your ass tbh

[whatdeheckisdat]

Dhaos discovers one such sheet of paper and... frowns at it. Well, he can probably attend when it's finished, since there isn't much to do around here, but...

Nah, he'd only ask Ryoji that one.

[mediadarling]

Oh, now there's someone he was hoping to see at his sign-up sheet...but he isn't signing. That's something that needs fixing, immediately.

"Dhaos, darling, I'm so glad to see you taking an interest in our play!" he exclaims as he swoops in. "So, which role do you think you'd like the most? Set designer? Costuming? Actor?"

This last is said with particular hopefulness.

[exuviiated]

Aaron, confused and camera(crowd?)-shy as he is, still signs up-

I can be first aid, written in a messy doctor's scrawl, so what he has written is up to interpretation-- he can be placed in near any position and will likely be too swept up in it to make much fuss.

[mediadarling]

As soon as he sees the young man from his party with a particular interest in Batman sign his sheet, Mettaton strikes--by striding forward, all smiles.

"We meet again, darling!" he calls out. "Tell me, what role--or roles--have you signed up for? No need to limit yourself to only one!"

He leans in to read the piece of paper...then blinks. And blinks again.

...What is that?

[regalduchess]

Duchess has to hop up onto the table, careful not to disturb the inkwell and paper, to properly read the huge poster; and once she does, her lack of hands sets her to looking around for somebody to write her role for her. With the quill in jaw, she leaps down from the table.

There's somebody nearby, trying to seem like they're not paying attention. Duchess grins and makes her way over, winding her way around their legs irrespective of whether they've met or not.

"I may not be able to do much in this play of yours, but I do suppose I could play a cat?"

[mediadarling]

Mettaton grins right back and crouches down to bring himself closer to Duchess' level.

"Oh, not just any cat," he assures her. "Why not raise your star from the nobility to the royalty and become the Queen of Cats?"

Now that will be fun to write into the play. He's positive Ryoji will love it.

orz good luck Ryoji

[mettaton_rex]

Mettaton gives the poster a disgusted look as he passes. He never would have thought he could get sick of seeing his own name. Does the other him have to be everywhere?

You're gonna need it.

[mediadarling]

Mettaton lifts his chin and folds his arms, but aside from those gestures and a small wrinkling of his nose, he says nothing. That...person doesn't deserve to be graced with his words.

[justletmewin]

Asriel didn't spend much time with Mettaton as Flowey. There was a timeline where he had buttered him up and he turned into almost as big a star as Mettaton, but he quickly grew disgusted with the fame and the celebrity life style, so he dropped the robot like a hot potato (like he had done to his own 'friends' and family, which hit a little too close to home how the flower regarded Toriel and Asgore) and never bothered again.

Now that he's alive and seemingly has a soul? Asriel's giving some thought into this. He doesn't think he wants to be famous again, but acting--acting for fun and with friends, as he used to in pretend games with Chara--could be great! He could... he could help paint, too. He loves drawing! And filming, god he loves filming. If only he still had his camera...

He scribbles his name on the sign-in sheet.

[mediadarling]

Aha! Another volunteer!

In swoops Mettaton, beaming away. "Why, hello there, darling!" ...Whichever one of the two Prince Asriels this is. "I see you've decided to join our theatrical endeavour."

[andthebat]

Ryoji and Mettaton will get to see the Batman examine the paper for a long moment, his expression impressively neutral considering the glittery message that's in front of him.

Internally, at least, Batman can't see any reason why the two shouldn't arrange it. A play will at least give people something to do with all the free time the castle's provided everyone with. He turns to whichever enthusiastic playwrights are nearby.

"I see you've started a new project," he says. "How's it going so far?"

[mediadarling]

"It couldn't be better!" Mettaton enthuses. "Or, well, it could...if you considered signing up."

He gives Batman his most charming smile.