Look at me still talking when there's science to do (Open Post)

[sansational]

Sans is starting to get a handle on this place. Perhaps more to the point, and more potentially useful, is that he's started to get a handle on its inhabitants. There are a few that he keeps a personal eye on on a semi-regular basis, even if they don't always know it. The rest, he's just made note of their passage and their movements. It's all for professional purposes, of course.

And that means that, when he's finally ready to do so, Sans can make contact with every person currently in the castle, either in-person if he knows them by name or by leaving a note somewhere they'll see it if he doesn't yet. Whether by spoken or written word, the message is nevertheless always the same. It's a request to meet him in the ballroom with the cakes table at a certain time and place. From his observations, it seems to be one of the more stable rooms in the castle, so everyone should be able to find it. 

On the stated day, at the stated time, everyone will...still have to wait five minutes for Sans to pull himself together after a nap, remember what he's supposed to be doing, and suddenly appear inside the room, still in the process of hastily smoothing out his notecards. 

"so, uh, yeah," he says, looking from the assembled residents to the cards and back again. "should probably explain what you're all doing here. so. i'm sure you've all noticed that this castle has got some weird things going on, above and beyond the whole, uh...stealing us from across time and space thing. i'm also assuming that most of you want to go home and won't mind helping me figure out a way to get us there." He gestures at the table. "to do that, i'm gonna need to start testing some of these theories. guesswork is fun, but it doesn't get us anywhere. timing how long it takes this place to reset something seems like a good start. and so this particular experiment runs as cleanly as possible, uh...i'm gonna need your help eating everything on that table. like, all of it. just don't choke on any shiny bits." 

Message delivered, Sans crams the notecards back in his pocket, and spreads his arms in silent indication for everyone to dig in. 

((ooc: Post comments for your characters that can be replied to, and mingle as you see fit! Eat, drink, be merry, have food fights, and try to be sick outside!))

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[mediadarling]

"I'm glad to hear it," he says approvingly. "I wouldn't want anything to happen to that beautiful smile of yours."

Speaking of which: "You aren't eating too much, are you, sweetheart?"

[dustless]

That prompts another one, and a bit of a flush. They're used to the ones starting out with a flirt, not being complimented first!

...Also, they don't actually answer that. "Can you taste any of it? Smell it? A lot of it's pretty good."

[mediadarling]

Mettaton makes note of that evasion, but first--talking about himself. One of his favourite hobbies.

"I can indeed, but I'm afraid it's much too physical for my tastes. Whoever made all of this clearly didn't have monsters in mind."

[dustless]

"Really? What did you try? This stuff's really nice," they say, encouragingly lifting a fork. "If you have just a little--oh. Will human food make your body sick?"

[mediadarling]

"Sans says that it won't," he says, sounding only somewhat dubious. "Apparently we monsters only need to expend a little more magical energy than usual to digest it. But I'll have a little taste of that, darling, if you think I'd like it."

Anything for dear Frisk.

[dustless]

"...yeah, but you're...a robot, too. That's what I was thinking about more."

They assume he knows what he's talking about, though, and hold up the bit of cake for him to bite into.

[mediadarling]

He frowns for a moment--doesn't Frisk recall him telling them about who he used to be? --but then he remembers. Of course. They're from a different time.

He could explain, but here, in front of so many people? The idea doesn't appeal. He'll find them later.

And so he winks and says, "A very special robot, darling, don't forget. I'm not just metal, but magic, too."

He bends down to take a bite and--well, the taste is lovely, but it still has that too-heavy texture. A pity. Still, he finishes it and hums.

"Not bad. A little bit of magic and it would be perfect."

hope i remember this frisk detail later |D

[dustless]

The frown is matched in puzzlement. Frisk is somewhat clueless; this one never figured out where that key Catty and Bratty sold them actually went.

They nod, at least--he knows himself best.

"Yeah. Don't know, maybe if you help make some later? Sans made me some stuff and it helped more than just human food." They don't know how this stuff works.

I'll help you remember. <3

[mediadarling]

"Did it, now? Hmm. Maybe Cooking With a Killer Robot should make its floating island debut. What do you say, sweetheart?"

Though if he does pick up cooking on a regular basis again, he most definitely won't be starting with a cake.

:'D

[dustless]

"...that sounds good. Might want to change the name, though, 'specially when we have new people coming in all the time."

Not everyone can stay as calm when confronted with that kind of thing as Frisk, Mettaton.

[mediadarling]

"Oh, but darling, my show has always been called 'Cooking With a Killer Robot'!" he protests. "A robot with killer good looks, that is." He stretches out a leg.

"It was Alphys' idea to change it up that day."

[dustless]

"Oh." That is a very surprised noise. "I guess that makes sense."

...They still sound slightly dubious.

[mediadarling]

He's a genius, Frisk. Just go with it.

"Of course, it can't just be Cooking With a Killer Robot--that would leave you out entirely, and we can't have that. Hmm...." His hand goes to his chin. "Cooking With a Killer Robot and a Determined Human? Or is that a bit long?"

[dustless]

Well, they're not very knowledgeable about show business.

Another exclamation of surprise. "Me? ...I don't know how to cook a lot of things." They can play along with simpler things, they guess, but still.

[mediadarling]

"No problem, sweetheart. You've got the very best to teach you." He winks. "With my help, you'll be able to launch your own cooking show in no time."

[dustless]

"...maybe I can just be a guest on yours first." They're pretty sure they're going to have a lot on their plate already, whenever they're home again. They did agree to be ambassador, and that sounds like very important work. Having their own series might be a little more than they can deal with so quickly.

"You have a lot of TV shows. What's your favorite?"

[mediadarling]

He'd meant running the cooking show here, and he had been planning on saying as much, but there Frisk goes again, getting him on his favourite subject.

"Oh, what a difficult question. I do love my cooking show and my quiz shows, but there's not much acting to them, you know? Now, The Young and the Robot--ooh, now that's something I can really sink my teeth into. Metaphorically, of course. Hmm, but then again...."

[dustless]

Headtilt. They're not sure what that is. What a strange name.

"I know some people here don't even know what TV shows are. Maybe we can give them lots of examples."

[mediadarling]

He stares. "Beautiful, surely you're joking. They don't know what TV shows are at all?"

[dustless]

They try not to laugh at his expression. "Nope, sorry. Lucas knows what a TV is, but he never saw anything on it. And some people just...don't have...anything like that at all, I think?"

[mediadarling]

"Oh, those poor, deprived, souls!" He can't begin to imagine! "Darling, we need to find a way to show them the wonders of television at once! There has to be a TV tucked away in here somewhere!"

[dustless]

"Maybe." They sound a bit skeptical. "...or maybe someone will bring one eventually." This place isn't very advanced, so making one probably wouldn't work, either...

[mediadarling]

"We can hope, sweetheart." He shudders, and it's only partially for show. "This place is even more dire than I thought."

[dustless]

That reaction seems...pretty overdramatic to Frisk. But this means a lot to Mettaton, obviously, so they carefully put down their plate before stepping over and giving him a tight hug.

[mediadarling]

...And just like that, any unhappiness in him has vanished, to be replaced by the most wonderful bubbly feeling.

Right away, he hugs Frisk back, arms wrapped tight--but not too tight, of course.

"Have I ever told you how wonderful you are, darling?"