[Open] Catgroove.

[regalduchess]

The cat; small, lithe, and scared; runs through the aviary chased out by chirping birds, their beady eyes vindictive.

Once upon a time, there was a cheerfully tinkling bell on her collar. Now, it lies on the aviary floor as a trophy to the birds. The entire castle she runs through has a strange feeling to it, like everything is dead. Or asleep, or in mourning.

She finally comes to the throne room. Even cobweb-encrusted as they are, the silk seats are soft and comforting. The musty warmth reminds her of Bonfamille and her pink boas, her soft skin, the perfume she always wears-- always used to wear.

With a soft sigh, Duchess curls into a circle with her tail hanging off the edge of the throne, and tries to sleep.

[MINGLE POST!] Get this party started on a Saturday night~

[mediadarling]

Secret things have been going on in the ballroom over the past week. Anyone who wanted to see inside, except for a select few Mettaton asked to help him, will have been shooed away and told to come back later. Quite the mystery....

Mettaton himself has been unusually scarce; any sightings usually involve him carrying large piles of fabric or looking preoccupied. Of course, he's made himself available for dancing lessons, fashion advice, and the occasional alteration as necessary, but aside from that? He's lived and breathed party preparations.

And now, at last, they're complete. When dusk falls upon the castle, Mettaton's voice rings through the halls:

"HELLO, MY BEAUTIES! WELCOME TO THE CASTLE'S VERY FIRST DANCE PARTY, HOSTED BY YOURS TRULY, METTATON: THE CASTLE'S GREATEST STAR! PUT ON YOUR MOST FASHIONABLE, FANCY DRESSES AND SUITS AND PROCEED TO THE BALLROOM, DARLINGS. I GUARANTEE A GOOD TIME FOR ALL INVOLVED!"

And then he blows his loudest kiss. The acoustics of this castle can truly be a blessing.

Those who do as he suggests will find the doors of the ballroom are wide open and decorated with brightly coloured fabrics. Mettaton will be waiting just inside, dressed to the nines, welcoming everyone loudly with a toss of confetti (paper Grune and Sophie coloured and snipped up--he has to make do with what he has).

Inside, the ballroom is decorated with more fabric that reaches surprisingly high up the walls. Off to one side will be a couple of tables with a variety of food, including but not limited to sweets he gathered from the recently replenished sweets room. At the head of the room are a few more tables pushed together with fabric pinned around their edges to form a stage area. And, of course, there's the dance floor.

Later, once everyone has arrived and had a chance to chat, Mettaton will take the stage and start a set of songs that are actually relatively easy to dance to. He makes for an enthusiastic and talented performer, so if sometimes he's the centre of attention, he hardly minds.

From time to time, he'll take a break and let Ryoji's cellphone make the music for him. It isn't live music, but at the very least it has multiple instruments. And if anyone is short a dance partner...well, he'll just have to see about that, won't he?


[OOC: This is just like Sans' sugarfest! Leave a comment for others to reply to and mingle away! And don't forget to have fun, darlings~]