a spectral latte

[showybusiness]

A: Pre-Show

The resent tall, shiny, sexy robot entertainer of the base seems to be chiding a mug on the counter of the dining area. Not in a mean way, no - his tone suggests a firmness, but a firm encouragement. A soft order, perhaps. Not a command, but a hard suggestion.

He stands, bendy robot arms bent, hands on his hips. A power stance. The stance of a businessman, and superstar, used to giving orders.

"This will be a neat little stage trick! I promise!"

B: Show Time!

As they have been doing intermittently (and without total routine, as the pair have been working on other projects), the pair have taken center "stage" of the dining area. Mettaton sings his usual set - campy high energy song, followed by a softer song about being THE BEST, followed by a softer, sad ballad about being locked in a dungeon (???). His co-star, the large, sheet-like ghost of the base, hums a sorrowful, haunting back melody behind him.

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[undyning]

Oh my GOD, will you SHUT UP already you gaudy microwave!!

[ Undyne was trying to eat? Isn't that what you're supposed to do in a dinning area? She didn't order any entertainment to go with her rock sandwich! She adds quickly, not wanting to hurt Napstablook's feelings: ] The ghost can keep playing though. You hear me?!

Keep playing!

[ said... probably more aggressively than she intended, whoops ]

[showybusiness]

[ Hah! It sounds like some angry FOOL with ZERO TASTE IN ANYTHING was yelling. Well, to his ears, booing didn't exist - it was cheering that hadn't matured yet.

So he kept singing. ]

[undyning]

[ Oh, it's ON now! Not one to be deterred, Undyne starts throwing balled-up napkins at him and booing like the classless brute she is. They've been cooped up in this underwater fishbowl for so long, and cabin fever makes Undyne stupid, reckless, and destructive. Cruisin' for a bruisin'. You know, just generally obnoxious.

Feel free to smack her or suspend her from the ceiling or both. It would make her day. ]

[showybusiness]

[ With the grace of an enraged goddess, he can keep singing his wordless tune and turn his gaze to her. The usual pink glow in his eyes has faded slightly, making him look less "alive"; he's mildly irritated, like one would be at a troll or a small child being a brat.

But his gaze moves to Napstablook, then back at Undyne. A challenge. Are you really going to hurt Blooky by being an asshole like this? ]

[undyning]

[ THAT'S SO DIRTY. But also effective! Well played, you fabulous microwave. Well played. ]

Crap! Sorry!!!