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]

"So I can see," he says with one more look down and then far up. My, my.

He'd assumed this "Batman" had originally settled in Gotham City after coming to the surface, but it sounds as if, instead, he's a lifelong resident. That must make Gotham a very interesting place.

"Where is this city of yours, darling? I'm still learning my surface geography, so I can't say I'll recognise anything, but...I'm curious."

[andthebat]

Yeah, as far as names go, even he has to admit that 'Batman' is very much on the nose.

"New Jersey state, East coast of the United States," he says. And while Mettaton's wondering about Gotham City, Batman can't help but wonder what the underground is like, if it includes monster-built robots that don't so much as blink at the sight of seven foot tall bat people.

"So. How are you finding the surface world compared to the underground?"

[mediadarling]

The United States--he's heard of that, at least. New Jersey, not so much. He'll have to ask Frisk later and see if they know anything about it.

As soon as the Batman asks about the surface, though, that thought flies out of his head as his expression lights up. "Oh, it's wonderful. Better than any of us had ever dreamed! I don't think we'll ever stop being grateful to Frisk for breaking that awful barrier."

[andthebat]

Well, now that sounds like quite a story. And it looks like this robot is another one of Frisk's friends. "Why were you trapped behind a barrier?" Batman asks, thinking it as good a place to start as any.

(He presumes it involves magic, as that seems to be the trend hereabouts- and he has some experience with barriers himself, although the one on his home is easy enough to get past if you know the trick to it.)

[mediadarling]

And, just as quickly, the light leaves him. "Now that, beautiful, is a long and unpleasant story. I'll tell it if you'd like, but--not now. This is hardly the place."

He waves a hand to indicate the sweets and the cheerful chatter surrounding them. He's not about to ruin everyone's enjoyment by introducing such a dreadful subject.

[andthebat]

"Time isn't exactly something we're in short supply of," Batman says. But he watches the robot gesture about the room and reluctantly agrees, "But we can take a rain check on that story.

"Besides," he adds, "I don't think I caught your name yet."

[mediadarling]

Goodness, he must be slipping badly to have forgotten to introduce himself! The sooner he gets out of this place, the better.

"I'm Mettaton, the underground's biggest star, and soon to be the surface's biggest star too! At least" --he makes a face-- "that was the case until I ended up here."

[andthebat]

Batman half expects Mettaton to strike a dramatic pose when he introduces himself. And now that Mettaton mentions it, once you get past the robot part he does look like some sort of rock star...

"You're a musician, then?" Batman asks.

[mediadarling]

Batman's expectations are fulfilled when Mettaton does indeed strike a pose, complete with a long leg outstretched and the toe pointed.

"A musician, a dancer, an actor, a choreographer, a chef--you name it, I've done it, sweetheart!" He winks.

[andthebat]

Expected or not, Batman still takes a brief alarmed step backwards. That is a very long and very pointy leg to have suddenly outstretched in front of him. Other than that, though, he's happy enough to play along.

"Engineer?" he suggests.

[mediadarling]

"That's Alphys, actually. I leave that sort of thing in her very capable claws."

He switches his pose to point his toe straight up in the air to one side.

[andthebat]

Mettaton has a rather impressive sense of balance. The ballet teacher Batman had had when he was eight would have been proud.

"Is she the one who fixes you if something breaks?" Batman asks. Since she's not here, the thought is a bit concerning. He thinks he could help in such a situation, but considering how different Mettaton is from what he's used to, it wouldn't be without its risks.

[mediadarling]

As the Batman speaks, Mettaton slides his leg down into what Batman might recognise as a passé.

"That's right, darling. I'd be nothing without her."

Briefly, only around the edges, his smile fades. More and more lately, he's been seriously missing Alphys. He wouldn't wish for her to get trapped here, but...all the same, he wouldn't be sorry if she got dragged into this mess with him, either.

[andthebat]

Really, really impressive balance and articulation. If he ever meets Dr. Alphys, the Batman suspects he's going to have to stop himself from driving her up the wall with dozens of questions.

He's distracted enough by the movements of Mettaton's leg that he almost misses the way Mettaton's face falls, but upon registering the robot's actual words Batman looks up to meet Mettaton's eyes. There's a pause, while Batman thinks.

"I've never worked on anything as advanced as you before," he admits, "But if you ever run into a problem, and Dr. Alphys isn't here, I have some experience with engineering."

Primarily through scrounging garbage and whatever he can steal from the rogues he faces off against and then tinkering with everything or breaking it down for parts, but as far as self-taught mechanics go Batman knows he's nothing to sneer at.