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Ah, dinner. Time to wind down from a busy day of exploring, being shot at, digging up plot items, and so on. Sure would be nice for some quiet, right?

It seems that the dining area has been taken up in part by Mettaton's Existence (because it's very big and very flashy). Mostly, he's here with a very large, sheet-like ghost floating alongside him, as he puts some kitchenware out on the floor. Pots, pans, some cutlery - makeshift percussion tools. Or as he described it, scavenged supplies!

Nodding to his spectral companion, he turns to the room - regardless of if anyone is actually in there eating right now - and changes into his TV persona. He sparkles and shines, all smiles and loud, charismatic robot voice. He commands the attention of everything before him. He's done this plenty of times before, clearly.

"Good evening, lovies and gentlelovies! As you know by now - and if you haven't, I do apologize for your being out of the loop - I am Mettaton, a superstar performer who came here to entertain. And his is my sound mixer and bandmate, Napstablook! Everyone give this very cute, very important ghost a little applause!"

Even if they get none, he chuckles warmly and continues.

"Now, we're unable to perform properly, still - I'm sure URSULA will be a wonderful help, as she always is - so we're going to make do and do some freestyle right here. Enjoy!"

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Napstablook squirmed uncomfortably at their introduction. Fortunately, as they were a ghost, that meant that they just continued to hover eerily. Well, more anxiously than eerily, but that was just them. That was how they did.

"H-hi..."

Okay, stellar introduction done. With skills like that, it was strange that Mettaton was the announcer here, isn't it? Anyway, Napstablook cried themself a pair of drumsticks and began to tap out a beat on the re-purposed pots and pans. Oh sorry, 'scavenged supplies'.

It's actually not a terrible beat.

They do seem to know what they're doing.

"Now, you may be thinking: How do tears form objects? What sort of mysterious magic is this? Well, darlings and gentledarlings, ghosts are mysterious. So naturally, wouldn't their magic be as well?"

He giggled, and sat neatly beside his ghost companion on their makeshift stage.

[ Wasn't Mettaton supposed to be singing? Why was he talking Napstablook up? They weren't sure what to make of it.

But they needed more beats. Leaving the drumsticks to beat out the tune on their own, they cried another few and began to use them on a different set of pots. The beat was, again, pretty good. It also went with the other one well.

This ghost has It. ]

[ Mettaton starts to do a re-arranged version of his song involving a human being locked in a dungeon and dying, and how much of a bummer it is, and he's so happy. This is dumb and simple and yet, so fabulous and outstanding. ]

Oh, I really liked that part of your show.

[ Oh wait, they shouldn't talk during a jam! ]

- Sorry. I'll get back to -

[ The beat sped up a little. ]

[normally, makoto is very afraid of ghosts. but right now, as he walks into the dining area for some grub and thinks that these two are just putting up a show and going all out with it--putting on costumes, of course. the beat plays and their back-and-forth go along, and makoto doesn't want to move too much in case he becomes a distraction to the performers.]

[it's nice to have this kind of thing in the base.]

[after the first pause, he claps, clearly amused and delighted.]

That was really nice!

[ Mettaton WISHES he has costume pieces to wear, but alas. Just him and his shiny, weirdly angular Bowie-esque robot looks. With a grin, Mettaton bows deeply (even though he's sitting next to his ghost companion). ]

We do your very best with what we have, darling.

[stage voice and everything, too! neat]

Do you guys tend to do this often?

We came here to tour as the band, but one of our members is still missing! It's really upsetting - she might be lost in a wreck someplace!

Eh?

[this took a turn--] Has anything been done to try and find her?

She hasn't been found yet on any expeditions. And when I go, they're with a grumpy lady who only wants to collect samples.

[ Also, Mettaton is a shitty person who goes treasure hunting in wrecks. But let's ignore that. ]

Perhaps... Perhaps she isn't much in a wreck, but maybe on an island? I think that could also be a possibility...

[let's not think about the scary ocean creatures]

Do you think she would be capable of managing that?

[ He nods, once, wanting this downer topic to close. ]

Anyway, darling! I'm the lovely superstar Mettaton. As I said! I'll be around for performing here and there. Do come see me again.

O-Oh, right! It's nice to meet a real star! I've never met one before... [makoto was invested in your downer story, but here we are now] My name's Makoto Tachibana!

I hope I get to catch you both at this again.

Darling, we're very hard to miss. I'm a tall, leggy robot, and Blooky is a ghost. Have you seen anything like us on board? No.

[ He chuckles, a little cheeky. ]

[right! their stage personas! real superstars take this seriously, of course!]

You're right. Would definitely be hard to miss. Maybe with actual music equipment too? If you make good use of what you can find as it is, I can't wait to hear what could be done with musical instruments.

As the singer, my instrument is my handsome self. Blooky needs proper music mixing equipment, though... I'll ask URSULA. She's very lovely, maybe she can help us out.

Yeah. And if I find anything that might be useful on the music department, I'll be sure to let you guys know.

[he heads on over to where the trays are... he came here for some food in the kitchen after all.]

[ Normally content to leave things to Mettaton, Napstablook nevertheless gave Makoto a small, nervous smile that quickly faded. They turned their attention to un-crying their drumsticks, which were still silently floating over the pots and pans. ]

[ah!]

[since makoto thinks this is a rather opportune costume for their band persona, he's not afraid at the sight of a ~ghost, and pleasantly offers a friendly smile and wave to napstablook. he's just shy, right?]

[ They are very shy. Shy enough that their tears, which are rapidly de-forming the drumsticks they'd made with them, wobbled on the way back to their eyes and dropped on the floor. ]

Oh. Uh.

[ Fortunately ghost tears were only corporeal when ghosts were. So instead, the tears fell through the floor.

Sorry whoever is under them. ]

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