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ratingspoint) wrote2016-01-07 07:34 pm
ratingspoint) wrote2016-01-07 07:34 pm
002. [Action for Route 35 / Video]
[ACTION FOR ROUTE 35]
[A good amount of the snow has melted off by now but perhaps more importantly it was reasonably not-frigid today, and a lot of the cloud cover has passed over and that means it's been a good day to be outside rather than staring out a damn window.
He's not too far outside of the city when the sun goes down, just far enough to get away from most of the light pollution; there's not much out here, all told, but there is a fence and large, thick wooden slats to climb up (and he's dressed all in black tonight but he's still got those damn pink boots on, and in heels like those it's a wonder he didn't roll his ankle somehow in the process of getting up there but he seems fine enough) and tonight he can be found just...sitting on top of it, legs crossed at the knee like this isn't even a thing and comfortable enough in his coat that it seems the dropping night temperatures aren't touching him at all. There are a pair of Rotoms buzzing around nearby, making nuisances of themselves in the grass and once in a while annoying those little ghost balloons that can be found in there sometimes, but Mettaton doesn't seem to be paying them much mind; they aren't his, after all, not really. Friends, but not captures.
Cousins, maybe.
There really isn't much out here, but there's a chill running through the air that he's not accustomed to and it's wonderful, and more importantly there are stars – real ones, not crystals, not something that you have to project like an IMAX theatre about to make yourself feel better but actual stars – and before long he's smiling like it's going out of style and he's got his hand out, tracing lines between them and maybe finding some actual constellations but most likely just making up his own, and...okay, let's be real, he's probably naming them all after himself.
But he's having a good time, regardless, and obviously that's what matters.]
[VIDEO]
Good evening, beauties!
[...Oh, good, it's this guy again.
He's looking pretty flushed, honestly, as though he's been out in the cold recently, but he's indoors now and he's still dressed pretty warmly, so he'll probably be warmed up just fine in a little while. The room he's in is a lot nicer than the last one, too; it doesn’t look like a hotel room, either, but rather something in a proper residence. ...It's also very aggressively decorated in pink sparkly things (or pink fluffy things, in the case of the bed), and hopefully whomever he's staying with charged him a security deposit because the place looks kinda like a glitterbomb went off in there and lord, that is probably never coming out of the carpet.
Either way, though, Mettaton is in good spirits this evening and the greeting is accompanied by a smile and a wave, because he's entirely aware that he's on-camera and so of course it is.]
As I'm sure you've all been waiting for updates, I'm pleased to tell you all that I've settled in well since my last broadcast! That isn't to say it's been easy, but I've been liking the challenge. After all, there's no tension in having everything handed to you! No suspense, no drama – it'd be terribly boring.
But there are some questions you just have to use a lifeline on, aren't there? So I think I'll choose to poll the audience on this one:
Say that you've come across a Pokémon with a bit of an...attitude problem. Serious attitude. So many problems. And maybe you want to help the poor darling out, because apparently it's too abrasive for its own good and a little on the dim side. And really, what else are you supposed to do with something like that?
[...He's found something that's pretty much Mad Dummy incarnate, let's put it that way.]
So the question is this: Assuming that you're both entirely committed to doing this and sufficiently attractive and charismatic, how do you go about getting it to warm up to you?
A. Hope that your good looks and charm will win it over eventually.
B. Flirt with it, because apparently that works more often than you'd think.
C. Beat it into submission somehow.
D. None of the above?
[...METTATON, NO.]
I'll be taking calls from viewers for the next good while, but the option won't be open forever – so do take advantage of the opportunity as soon as possible!
Until next time!
[A good amount of the snow has melted off by now but perhaps more importantly it was reasonably not-frigid today, and a lot of the cloud cover has passed over and that means it's been a good day to be outside rather than staring out a damn window.
He's not too far outside of the city when the sun goes down, just far enough to get away from most of the light pollution; there's not much out here, all told, but there is a fence and large, thick wooden slats to climb up (and he's dressed all in black tonight but he's still got those damn pink boots on, and in heels like those it's a wonder he didn't roll his ankle somehow in the process of getting up there but he seems fine enough) and tonight he can be found just...sitting on top of it, legs crossed at the knee like this isn't even a thing and comfortable enough in his coat that it seems the dropping night temperatures aren't touching him at all. There are a pair of Rotoms buzzing around nearby, making nuisances of themselves in the grass and once in a while annoying those little ghost balloons that can be found in there sometimes, but Mettaton doesn't seem to be paying them much mind; they aren't his, after all, not really. Friends, but not captures.
Cousins, maybe.
There really isn't much out here, but there's a chill running through the air that he's not accustomed to and it's wonderful, and more importantly there are stars – real ones, not crystals, not something that you have to project like an IMAX theatre about to make yourself feel better but actual stars – and before long he's smiling like it's going out of style and he's got his hand out, tracing lines between them and maybe finding some actual constellations but most likely just making up his own, and...okay, let's be real, he's probably naming them all after himself.
But he's having a good time, regardless, and obviously that's what matters.]
[VIDEO]
Good evening, beauties!
[...Oh, good, it's this guy again.
He's looking pretty flushed, honestly, as though he's been out in the cold recently, but he's indoors now and he's still dressed pretty warmly, so he'll probably be warmed up just fine in a little while. The room he's in is a lot nicer than the last one, too; it doesn’t look like a hotel room, either, but rather something in a proper residence. ...It's also very aggressively decorated in pink sparkly things (or pink fluffy things, in the case of the bed), and hopefully whomever he's staying with charged him a security deposit because the place looks kinda like a glitterbomb went off in there and lord, that is probably never coming out of the carpet.
Either way, though, Mettaton is in good spirits this evening and the greeting is accompanied by a smile and a wave, because he's entirely aware that he's on-camera and so of course it is.]
As I'm sure you've all been waiting for updates, I'm pleased to tell you all that I've settled in well since my last broadcast! That isn't to say it's been easy, but I've been liking the challenge. After all, there's no tension in having everything handed to you! No suspense, no drama – it'd be terribly boring.
But there are some questions you just have to use a lifeline on, aren't there? So I think I'll choose to poll the audience on this one:
Say that you've come across a Pokémon with a bit of an...attitude problem. Serious attitude. So many problems. And maybe you want to help the poor darling out, because apparently it's too abrasive for its own good and a little on the dim side. And really, what else are you supposed to do with something like that?
[...He's found something that's pretty much Mad Dummy incarnate, let's put it that way.]
So the question is this: Assuming that you're both entirely committed to doing this and sufficiently attractive and charismatic, how do you go about getting it to warm up to you?
A. Hope that your good looks and charm will win it over eventually.
B. Flirt with it, because apparently that works more often than you'd think.
C. Beat it into submission somehow.
D. None of the above?
[...METTATON, NO.]
I'll be taking calls from viewers for the next good while, but the option won't be open forever – so do take advantage of the opportunity as soon as possible!
Until next time!
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My, my... How forceful! I'm impressed, sweetheart.
Why don't you put all that passionate intimidation into something a little more productive? Macramé, maybe.
no subject
[His role is giving shit, not taking it.]
Did you just call me sweetheart?
[That was a glitch, or a misunderstanding. This isn't a thing that's happening.]
no subject
[Are you hard of hearing or something...?]
You seem a little unsure - don't be! Own it and you'll feel better.
no subject
Blake's eyes narrow narrower.]
I don't own any sweethearts.
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[Mettaton- ]
Really, though. What is your damage, darling? Do you just show up for the sole purpose of being unpleasant - is that your thing?
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[What has his life come to that this is a real question
Blake's face twists into a scowl.
Yes, that is his thing.]You asked a question, I answered it. You get your animals to do what you want by getting their respect, and you don't get respect from anybody by dressing like Boy George's mescaline fantasy.
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What the hell is mescaline? It sounds like a cosmetic.
[At...least he doesn't seem fazed.]
And a horse, of all things? Don't be ridiculous. I'm a robot, darling, created to be Hotland's finest.
no subject
[That guy hadn't been fooling anybody and he knew it.]
I'd say Hotland is a shitty name for a model company, but there's no way you're a model. They know their drugs.
[He lifts his hands up.] Fine. You're a robot. I'm not arguing.
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Not that they really need them, because by Blake's standards the entire damn Underground is probably a mescaline trip.]
No, no - I'm an entertainer. Television, stage shows, concerts, movies, you name it, I do it!
Of course, that means I do modeling from time to time, but that's generally just for photoshoots.
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Oooooohhhhh.
[Blake nods to himself. Even in a weird monster dimension, sometimes things fall together and make sense.]
That explains it.
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[...HE SAYS, WITH ALL THE CANDOR OF SOMEONE WHO CLEARLY HAS NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT IS EVEN BEING REFERRED TO HERE.]
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I mean, all of...
[He gestures toward the guy on the screen, and the rest of the thing on the screen that can only be described as a situation.]
...that. Only actors get away with that shit.
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Of course we do, sweetheart, as well we should.
no subject
Nobody should. Especially not a robot. Aren't those supposed to be all gray and functional?
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[He sounds amused, though.]
Entertainment is my function, darling - it's what I was created to do, and it's what I live for above all else.
...As for the grey, that's so dull on its own.
[...Yep.]
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[He thinks about it and reaches the clear conclusion.]
Oh. Japan.
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Not really, but Dr. Alphys is close enough that I'll allow it. At least as influences go.
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[Blake's tone makes it very clear that this is the craziest bullshit he's ever heard.]
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[...]
You say all of this like it's weird or something.
no subject
That's a pretty fuckin' weird way to solve a self-esteem problem.
no subject
She, actually! And let's say that she likes to live vicariously.
[And that brings to mind another person that he is absolutely not going to dwell on today! Really, it's bad enough that we're talking about Alphys at all, he's been discussing her a lot here, he doesn't want to get into...
Let's move on, shall we?]
Don't misunderstand me, darling, I owe my creator a lot. But I tend to call it like it is, and she's...an odd person.
no subject
So you were made by a scientist who wants to be an 80s rock star.
Well, just keep it down, all right?
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I'll be sure to remember you, beautiful - until next time, toodles~
[Aaaaaand it seems like that is going to be all, if the way the feed cuts out is any indiction.]
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"Beautiful?"