the temple of beginnings.we're all a little mad here.
Needless to say, the Circle has been out of sorts as of late.
Fortunately, the weather has stabilized — residents will find that they are no longer plagued with snowstorms or heat waves. However, it appears that the flora and fauna have...come to life. Vines may wind around your feet and legs, entrapping you in a vice-like grip. They will eventually let go, but it seems like you need to speak nicely to them first. Bizarre, but it'll get the job done.
Mushrooms have also sprouted and now sing at you when you pass by — they aren’t particularly good singers either. Trees extend their branches to poke at you from behind, but when you turn around you’ll find that no one is there.
...And worst of all, the flowers seem to be especially privy to your thoughts; when you’re close, they’ll blab out whatever is on your mind at the moment and will only be silenced once they are picked. Best of luck surviving in this more, er, animated environment! Perhaps even plant-life can be reasoned with…? Or destroyed.
That’s always an option, isn’t it?
oh my god they were roommates.
It isn’t a proper welcome until you’ve picked out your room! In the hallways, you may find a table or two offering cookies and tea as you survey your newfound surroundings. They seem to be left by invisible people . . . weird? The Unseen Servants seem to be playing a bit more nicely from your arrival, and seem to be apologizing for their antics with sweets! (These cookies, neverfear, are not magically cursed. They are just normal cookies.)
These rooms are a bit magical, you see — should you decide to room with another person (or multiple people), you’ll find that the room itself will accommodate your needs and expand accordingly. They look the same for the most part, so some might say that it would be wise to make your decision based on what your neighbors are like.
Say hello or potentially someone else’s room by accident; it’s a bit of a Russian roulette.
Regardless, it seems that this is your new home in sense of the word. Make the most of it!
wildcard.
The Temple is a pretty big place! The Forest of the Fey stretches on endlessly, Lake Dona (and the resident Nessie) is free to explore, and there are plenty of creatures who are curiously inspecting the new arrivals.
The wyverns seem to be particularly precocious today, given the singing mushrooms, the psychic flowers, and the new people checking into new rooms! They are relatively harmless (as are most of the creatures in the Temple), but can be pretty annoying . . . especially if you have something resembling a snack in your hand.
At any rate, free to explore the rest of the Temple, the Forest, or the Lake at your leisure! Unless otherwise designated in the bestiary, everything is free to play/free to explore. :)
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acatalepsy_logs2019-02-05 06:59 pm
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Mettaton will be fine here.
[ there's no embarrassment associated with this whisper of secrets from the vines; frisk gives him a nod, and strikes a pose again. the undergrounds brightest star, the very one that gave monsterkind the hope they needed to dream again, will do just fine up on the surface. maybe too well. humans tend to like flashy things, after all, and what is mettaton if not flashy?
maybe glitter glue burgers aren't the way to go, but... hey. ]
How come you came out here?
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[That reason is one he's certain will resonate with Frisk.]
I should be asking you the same. Even in the most troubling situations, you manage to make it look fabulous. I'd be envious, if I weren't equally as capable. But what got you in this bind...?
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Just like Mom and Asgore.
[ the vines shift, squeaking out frisk's thoughts easily. yes, perhaps they were more inclined towards helping a barometz because the creatures reminded frisk of a family of goat monsters. furrowing their brow, they try to look serious. ]
But I didn't have a thing to cut it.
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[He didn't see the barometz, but he trusts that he can leave that focus to Frisk while he focuses on them. The robot wraps his fingers around one of the vines farther from Frisk's body, wondering just how pliable they might be; he experimentally tugs them between both hands, equally disappointed and thrilled at their lack of give. He hums.]
Oh my. These don't look easy to tear apart... Or do much of anything to. At this rate, you'll be stuck here for... ever! [Mettaton doesn't seem bothered by this. Awful.] But don't panic. At least you have me here, present for your final destination. In the end, were these vines not looking out for you? What thoughtful little things, holding you tight in anticipation of such a show. How sweet. And what better place to find yourself than for it to be where you can watch me, in my newly sun-kissed radiance...?
[...Mettaton strikes a pose. This doesn't help, but maybe his gratitude on Frisk's behalf toward the vines does. Flattered by his weird, backwards kindness, they loosen somewhat.]
Ohhhhh yes!!
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despite this, they're grinning.
striking an equally wacky pose, they feel the vines wiggle. ]
Are the plants reacting...?
[ not having to actually speak to talk is kind of nice, truthfully. maybe part of the fun is knowing that you'll be able to communicate to people.
holding their pose, frisk feels the vines lessen further... their head is nearly touching the grass! they can feel it against their scalp! just a little more-- ]
With vines like these... who needs... legs!
[ the "speaking your thoughts for you" vines are maybe not so great for communiation now. ]
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But he doesn't want them to get hurt. They're tough, but...]
Hahah. You do, beautiful.
[Mettaton doesn't move from his spot, but his arms extend down so that one hand is planted firmly against the top of their skull. The other gently coaxes the rest of the vines binding Frisk's ankles. They relax under his touch and flattery, successfully freeing them.]
As somebody with first-hand experience living a leg-less life... You? I can't bear to think of it. The amount of trouble you could get into would be significantly reduced if you couldn't move about. We can't have that. I'm endeared to that friskiness of yours.
[They are freed, but fortunately spared of a bump on their head. Mettaton rights them, head up and legs down. ...He pats them atop the head before withdrawing his arms and posturing hands-on-hips, picture perfect. Problem solved.]
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it ends with frisk gently being set down. they even get a pat on the head for their efforts. this is better than a lollipop at the doctor's office. mettaton seems pleased with himself, so frisk mimics him, placing their hands on their hips in a much more mild version of his pose. ]
That's why I'm Frisk. It's uh, Frisky Business. [ heck yeah. ] Thanks, Mettaton.
[ still posturing with him, frisk's expression turns curious. ] Did you come out here for the sun?
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Mettaton doesn't mind that the flower shared this thought, and moves right along.]
Oooh, or did the sun come out for me? It does wonders to my image. [He sticks out his leg and runs a hand up it, emphasizing the sheen of sun hitting the black metal.] The way it reflects off of my gorgeous metal body's quite a sight to behold... Even the sun itself understands. This is an idol meant to be illuminated!
["And it has a gentle warmth. I can barely feel it, but I like it." Thank you... thank you. Trying to stroke his own ego, here.]
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sharing the surface, even if it's not quite the surface that they planned on sharing... well, it's still nice. ] Picnics in the sun are nice, I think.
[ it's an idle thought, but... "Maybe I can ask Nier to help me make one for my friends." ]
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Picnics are idyllic and Mettaton is intrigued at the thought until a flower speaks of asking for help to make one with the assistance of someone he's never heard of. Nosy as he is, Mettaton drops his leg and leans forward with enthusiasm.]
I wouldn't protest the occasion. But who is this "Nier?" Do you know many people here after all, Frisk-darling?
[THIS ISN'T THE SURFACE, RIGHT...? It's not; this "Nier" person isn't somebody they knew from the Surface, he assumes. Mettaton considers himself savvy at making connections, but Frisk has a way about them so affable that he wonders if they've endeared their way into hearts already. Then again, it wouldn't surprise Mettaton too much, monster that he is: for all he clings to human culture, he's still from a species of creatures that grows to love easily. For somebody to have decided to take Frisk under their wing so readily isn't impossible for him to imagine.]