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TEST DRIVE MEME #5.
 test drive meme #5 It happens in the blink of an eye. One moment, you are home. Perhaps you are with your family, perhaps you are at work. It's a completely normal day . . . and then, suddenly, your stomach drops. You are overcome with a sudden sense of vertigo. You cannot see up, or down, or where you are. You fall flat on your face. It's bright, warm, and humid . . . for now. Weirdly, the weather seems to be entirely in flux. One moment, it is warm and humid, and within the next handful of hours, it is starting to snow. Whatever is going on with Astoria seems to be messing with the atmosphere of the Temple, and as a result, you are having something of a wild entrance to Acatalepsy. It takes a few seconds for you to gain composure and catch your breath. You are surrounded by ancient stone buildings, with carvings you do not recognize etched into the stone. There's a sense of nausea, overwhelming and sudden, when you realize you aren't in Kansas anymore. Indeed, it seems as if you have fallen down the rabbit hole. A weird, mysterious, snowing-yet-humid rabbit hole.  THE TEMPLE OF BEGINNINGS. Welcome to the "Home Base" of Astoria's Circle. What the actual name of the base is called is lost to the ages, and there's no sense of where you could find it, unless you started asking around. At any rate, this is a central hub of the Circle, a place of powerful magic and mysterious energy. It is a scattering of ancient stone buildings and for the most part, it looks abandoned . . . except for what seems to be a few items, some rooms taken, items moved or organized, even a small garden planted. These are just the smallest hints that there are people here that have been here before you arrived. Overall, it's fairly beautiful. However, it is definitely not modern. Upon exploration, you find that the buildings are kept up by some kind of magic. Some of the rooms have items, things from other Circle members already settled, and others appear to be unclaimed. Pick your rooms, explore the grounds, see the beauty and wonder all around you in such a magical place. However, be careful -- there is some additional movement around the Temple that seems specific to the time of year. HAPPY UN-BIRTHDAY.  The kitchen has become overtaken with a flurry of activity. Vines have woven their way into the area of the Temple typically reserved for food, and there is a massive tea party! What a splendiferous thing -- surely this can't be all that bad. There is such a massive array of food here that it almost seems impossible to know where to start . . . tea and cookies set out with messages that read “EAT/DRINK ME." Well, if you insist. However . . . certain foods and drinks have certain effects upon your person that are wholly unexpected. Well, drat. If you taste the rosehip tea, you are suddenly infatuated with the first individual you lay eyes on. They are everything to you. You think you may even want to propose, immediately, right now. Weddings, I love weddings! Tasting the ladyfingers will cause you to spill your deepest secrets to whoever is nearby. Have a secret crush? Not anymore! The entire room has to know about it, and you somehow can't seem to shut up about whatever you've been trying to keep quiet. A sip of the chamomile tea will cause you to become ridiculously sleepy. That corner looks like a particularly delightful place to take a nap, doesn't it? Maybe someone else wants to nap too. The Madeline cakes cause a ridiculously high spike in happiness. Nothing can get you down, not even the grumpiest of people. Smile, smile, smile! You need to spread this joy to everyone in your reach. A nibble of the scones will prevent you from lying. . . and, in addition, you will be brutally honest on whatever question you're asked. Maybe now is a bad time to give an opinion on your friend's outfit or new haircut, hm? And, finally, the Earl Grey tea will cause an enhancement of your Astoria given powers. Make sure you have that under control, or you may accidentally blow out a window, depending on what it is. YOU'RE LATE, YOU'RE LATE.  The Unseen Servants will be a little, well, mad. Not that anyone will be able to see them, but there will seem to be things moving around the Temple at random, whether they be sheets, clothing, food, furniture, etc. with very little if any logical reason to it. It almost appears like the sheets and the like are moving throughout the air without any rhyme or reason to it . . . someone certainly isn't happy that the Temple is all astray.In addition, the Unseen Servants may also be attempting to steal things off of you. After all, you are also new to their world, and they want to make sure everything is put into their proper place, so beware any silent mischievous Unseen Servants dipping hands into pockets. Also . . . some of the rooms in the Temple are shifting around. Certain entryways could lead you to a select location at random. You may have thought you were entering your room, but it appears you’ve wound up in someone else’s. Or the bathhouse. Or the forest. Either way, you may find yourself lost for a bit...until the Temple decides to stop playing tricks on you. Keep track of your location, or you may wind up in the Forest of the Fey by mistake. OFF WITH YOUR HEAD.  Should you approach the fighting ring, you’ll find that isn’t quite what you’d expect — there are no training dummies to be found, the rusted gates are colored a lavish gold, and the dirt ground has been replaced with a red and black checkered flooring. More notably, the ring itself seems to have expanded to make way for seating so that it’s become more of an arena than anything. There is an audience of spectators: many of them are typically known as the bestiary of this Temple. They are a bit more, er, refined and chatty today.When you enter, the gates will shut behind you. They will not budge. You have now entered a makeshift Royal Court. Suddenly, a playing card manifests in your hand. It might be… A Heart: A princess-like figure is displayed on this card. She appears to be singing.On the back reads a message that states “This card withholds your role. You’ll be permitted to leave once we are thoroughly entertained. Best of luck!” No further instruction is given. Those who have entered with you are in the same predicament. How will you interpret your card? Who are you stuck with and how will you satisfy the audience? Or are you a member of the audience instead? Either way, good luck getting out — it’s up to you! COMMUNICATIONS.  Upon arriving, you will notice on whichever is your non-dominant hand, you will have a fairly simply screen. A smart watch, if you will. Upon exploration, you will find that it has a directory of all those here with you at the Temple of Beginnings- names, and access to a direct message to them. The watch also has video, audio, and text capabilities, as well as what looks like a collection of messages sent to everyone who wishes to open them. This is your 'network', and also how Astoria can reach out and communicate with you. There is nothing keeping you from removing and/or losing your watch! But remember that you will not have access to this network without it. OOC: Also feel free to join us and other possible players on our discord server! enjoy! ♥ |
Mettaton | Undertale
Upon returning to your room, there's an unfamiliar, anachronistic object residing within, a metallic rectangle juxtaposed against the natural stone and linen. It might be easy to assume that this is somebody's unwanted trash, if not for the way he props himself up in a lounging position against his arm, cradling his body with a hand.
He's on your bed, and as soon as you enter, his screen lights up bright yellow.]
WELL WELL WELL. ENTERING WITHOUT KNOCKING, ARE WE...? HOW NAUGHTY. THE AUDACITY OF SOME PEOPLE.
[...This is your room. Isn't it?]
NO WORRIES, BEAUTIFUL. I'LL ALLOW IT. HOW COULD YOU ABSTAIN FROM ENTERING, KNOWING I AWAIT WITHIN? YOU MUST BE BARELY ABLE TO CONTAIN YOUR CURIOSITY! AND ANYWAY. IT ISN'T AS THOUGH THESE DOORS HAVE A PROPER LOCK ON THEM!
[Mettaton flourishes with his free hand in a shrug, but stays put.]
2. HAPPY UN-BIRTHDAY.
[It's as if he can't stop doing really obnoxious things in multiple different locations! What a treat! Mettaton's cleared part of the table in order to accommodate his boxy figure, where he reclines against a mess of pillows while seemingly sipping a cup of tea. He holds one finger out high and elegant, but it's hard to determine if it's his pinkie: he only has three fingers and a thumb. Nonetheless, it's hard not to stare: he's made himself a fixture of the table more imposing than the spread of food.
More curiously, there is no mouth for him to receive this serving of tea. He brings it back up to the area just beneath his screen, which displays the letter "M" on it in red against yellow. He... sips. Maybe.]
INSTEAD OF LOOKING ON LIKE A LOVESTRUCK SPECTATOR, WHY NOT JOIN ME? I'M NOT SO UNTOUCHABLE THAT I WOULD DENY YOUR COMPANY! SURELY YOU DIDN'T COME IN HERE JUST TO WATCH AN INCREDIBLY ATTRACTIVE ROBOT SIP HIS TEA, DID YOU??
[You could accept. There are all sorts of various effects you could be unfortunately burdened with, and Mettaton, none at all.]
3. OFF WITH YOUR HEAD.
OH MY.
[Before he gets a chance to address his company, they are both presented with cards and become assigned actors-in-arms. Mettaton holds it in front of him and regards it in silence, the tiles of his screen individually alternating between red and yellow at random while he considers his "role".
A heart manifests in red upon his visage. Mettaton skips right to the act, clasping together his hands and facing their audience.]
ONCE UPON A TIME, A PRINCESS EXISTED. [Mettaton pauses, allowing the cliché to resound in the arena before he plants one hand on his "hip" and gestures impatiently with the other.] ...YOU ALL KNOW HOW THE STORY GOES: LONELY PRINCESS YEARNS FOR ETERNITY SPENT WITH ENCHANTING PRINCE. FINALLY, SHE MEETS HIM, THE LOVE OF HER LIFE. FINALLY, SHE HAS FOUND HER PLACE IN THE WORLD, AND CAN REST EASY AT THE SIDE OF HER NOBLE PRINCE. HAPPILY EVER AFTER.
BUT WHAT OF THE PRINCESSES WHO DON'T WANT A PRINCE? WHAT OF THE PRINCESSES... LIKE ME? [He presses the back of his hand to the rough equivalent of his "forehead", his screen flickering dim yellow. The robotic star continues on in a voice terribly ill-suited for a princess in its deep, mechanically auto-tuned tones.] NOT ONLY DOES THE VERY NOTION OF MARRYING OFF TO AN INEXPERIENCED PRINCE BORE ME, BUT NONE OF THE PRINCES I'VE EVER MET APPRECIATE ME FOR WHO I TRULY AM INSIDE. DAYS GO BY AND I YEARN NOT FOR A PRINCE, BUT FOR AN EXCEPTION TO THAT TIRED TALE!
[He sobs quietly, covering his screen with his hands. Maybe it's time for this to turn into a dialogue?]
4. WILDCARD.
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He reminds her of an old friend (if that friend had maybe a several hundred upgrades) and that only serves to fascinate her more. Distracted as she is, it takes her a moment to realize that his performance has devolved into sobbing. The audience has fallen silent, someone coughs awkwardly and Vanille springs to life with a start. ]
Oh! Um–
[ She looks around, suddenly a bit harried and nervous, and spots a scepter in the hands of one of the audience members. Vanille reaches over the railing of their stage and plucks it right out of his hands.]
Sorry! I need this– but just for a second, I'll give it right back after, promise!
[ Before the little mustached creature can properly protest being robbed, Vanille is off with a hop and a skip towards the center of the stage. She stumbles to a stop near Mettaton and at that moment a spotlight turns on and shines down right at them. ]
Hm, that's.. it's a bit warm–
[ Stage lights are hot and Vanille shifts uncomfortably at being quite literally put on the spot.
But the show must go on and all that!
She breathes in deep and puts on her stage voice. ]
If you don't like the story you're reading.. write a new one!
[ Now, this is the part where she'd use her scepter turned magic wand to tilt the anguished princess's chin up so their gazes can meet, but since this princess has no chin as far as she can see she kind of just.. taps the edge of his screen with the tip of her wand. ]
Your tears are what brought me to you and now that I've arrived you need not cry anymore! I'm here to help you spin the tale you want and not the one everyone else thinks you should have. I mean, it's kind of stupid, isn't it? Why would every princess want a prince? Some princesses want other princesses and some don't want to get married at all!
[ Your fairy godmother is digressing, unfortunately. Maybe reel her back in. ]
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Understanding the cue of her wand tap, Mettaton tips back and allows his screen to follow the tip of her scepter with rapt attentiveness. Hotland's star brings a hand to rest daintily over the dials on his front, clutching it close while his screen flickers to a soft blue in conveyance of his hope.]
OTHER PRINCESSES... YOU SAY. DO YOU MEAN TO SUGGEST THAT I, A FIGURE REPRESENTING MY ROYAL FAMILY'S INFLUENCE, HAVE A SAY IN MY FUTURE ROMANTIC ENDEAVORS? EVEN IN SPITE OF THE CRUEL HAND OF CARDS FATE HAS DEALT ME? THAT I MIGHT DEFY MY FATE... AND MARRY SOMEONE WHO LOVES ME? ...AS IF! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT'S LIKE. WHAT IT'S LIKE BEING A PRINCESS WHO DESIRES TRUE LOVE THAT A PRINCE COULD NEVER OFFER!
[His screen goes angry red, and he crosses his arms with a huff before slackening his posture some. He turns away from her and laces his fingers together.]
BUT. IF IT WERE AS YOU SAY... GUARDIAN OF LOVE. TELL ME. HOW MIGHT I FIND THIS HYPOTHETICAL PRINCESS, WHO SHOULD EASE MY FEARS, WIPE AWAY MY TEARS, AND TOUCH MY HEART IN WAYS A BOORISH PRINCE CANNOT?
[He's not going to reel her back in, he's going to take a part of her statement and run with it. Love is dramatic and that sells, in his book.]
off with your head
unfortunately, his partner is also an eccentric and zealous box-like machine.
whatever the case, percival supposes he can work with it. the gallant knight marks his card, and he stands there in silence, arms folded as he awaits his cue. he's been witness to enough royal courts to get the hint.
so percival rakes his fingers through his hair and saunters into the center of the arena. he stands before mettaton, only to then drop to his knees and fold his hand over his own chest. ]
My lady, as your Knight...I swear that I will help you find a worthwhile ending to this tale. Please... [ he speaks solemnly; dramatically, eyes fluttering shut. ] allow me to aid you in your endeavors. What is it that you desire from this world?
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O, MY KNIGHT. IF ONLY I COULD TELL YOU EXPLICITLY WHAT I DESIRE. BUT...
[He gives another forlorn sigh.]
I DON'T KNOW MY OWN HEART. SURE, A PRINCE HAS RICHES, LAND, REFINEMENT, AND STATUS: ALL OF THE THINGS A PRINCESS COULD WANT! ...OR SO I THOUGHT. I GROW WEARY CONTEMPLATING THE LACK OF DIMENSION TO SUCH MATERIAL LOVE, YET I CANNOT DECODE MY HEART'S WISHES! HOW TRAGIC! HOW DESPAIRING! I MAY DESCEND INTO SUCH A DEEP GLOOM, THAT I MAY LOCK MYSELF AWAY FOR ALL OF ETERNITY. UNLESS...!
[Mettaton pauses; the dim yellow of his screen flashes to frantic red, and he whips around suddenly to clasp at Percival's hands.]
MY KNIGHT! TELL ME: WHAT IS TRUE LOVE? HOW DO YOU FEEL IT?
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*deep breath*
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare
What IS this...person? Thing? Bot? Just stay calm, Ayano. You’ve seen stranger. Maybe not this exact combination of strange and loud and metal, but...]
...I live here.
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THEN WHAT A SURPRISE IT MUST BE... BEING MET WITH A ROBOT SO MESMERIZING, WAITING FOR YOU WITHIN YOUR OWN ROOM.
[Mettaton reaches from his place on the bed for one of the flowers in the vase left by Astoria with one of his extendable arms. He perches it atop the knobs on the front of his body and manages to get it to balance there Perfect.]
... DID YOU DECORATE THIS PLACE YOURSELF?
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[...And she can’t tell if that’s a good or bad thing.]
Can you explain to me why you’re on my bed?
[She holds up her hands in front of her.]
I have no problem with people of all kinds! I just...Yeah, I’m surprised.
Mesmerized, even?
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Well, actually, he didn't know how other humans would react to him. He'd like to think he's mesmerizing, whatever that entails; her response suits him just fine. A red heart displays on his screen at her admission.]
YOU MUST ADMIT. HAVING ME HERE, RECLINING LUXURIOUSLY ATOP YOUR BED... SPRUCES UP THE PLACE SOME. I'M GLAD TO HEAR YOU AREN'T RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS GHASTLY EXCUSE FOR "DECOR", HOWEVER.
[Mettaton pushes himself up with the hand he used to prop himself up earlier, tipping himself up and off of the bed. He lands upright atop a single wheel and gestures at the lack of decoration in the room, in all of its natural glory. The flower slips off of his dials and lands on the floor.]
BECAUSE IT'S BAD! YOU'RE IN DESPERATE NEED OF SOME COLOR. MAYBE SOME POTTED PLANTS, IF YOU WISH TO HARNESS THIS "WILD" NATURAL LOOK. HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN RESIDING HERE, DARLING? I COULDN'T SLEEP IN A ROOM THIS DRAB.
[Robots don't sleep.]