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Like my goat impression?

Who: Toriel, Mettaton & Open.
When: Oct 20th mid-afternoon, Oct 21st and Oct 22nd.
Where: Observation Deck, Toriel's room, around the ship.
What: Toriel and Mettaton have a chance to finally talk after Toriel awakens from her time at cryo. Toriel and Ana are moms having tea. Along with open prompts below!
Warnings: Sad goat, tea and mom jokes.

[A- Hello, Hello again - Closed to Mettaton]

The observation deck was still as breathtaking as ever. The boss monster has to pull her eyes away from the stars to actually focus forward. She didn't want to end up walking into anyone today. With so many new faces on the ship, Toriel doesn't want to make a bad first impression, much less bumble into someone who isn't quite fond of monsters to put it mildly.

When she catches sight of Mettaton a smile curls across her features. The boss monster hurries her steps to greet the other monster- well human now. "I hope I haven't kept you waiting for long, dear."

[B - Tea time - Closed to Ana]

After one last check of the room, Toriel shifts her attention to setting the small coffee table in her suite. What baked good she could scrape together given how drastically the ship has changed are laid out on borrowed plates and tea cups set out.

Even with what associations she has with tea time (politics, her mixed feelings about Asgore, business and quiet) she finds herself falling into the rhythm of it again.

The familiarity is a slight comfort to what she has missed so far thanks to her extended stay in the cryo chambers. So much, yet so little has changed around her. New people filtering in, old faces gone and new things changed about the ship itself in some small ways. New children to meet and help, things she missed about those present aboard the ship still...

Something old and equal parts comforting is a decent distraction from all the worries she'll have to carry on her shoulders later.

Toriel carefully settles the tea kettle on top of a pot holder, the tea cups are arranged for easy pouring. Toriel lets herself fuss at the table until Ana's arrival. The door to her room is left open for easiness sake. Toriel figures it is much easier to spot a large monster in a uniform and purple cardigan than browse across the same drab metallic hallways that make up the ship.

[ C - A harried step - Open]

"Excuse me!" The lack of response only makes Toriel hurry forward, clutching something to her chest carefully. After seeing someone in passing drop something from their pockets or hands, she doesn't want to break what was dropped.

"Dear, you dropped this!" She calls, managing to catch up to the other crew member, gently tapping them on the shoulder with her free hand.

[ D - Joke time - Open]

"You're looking rather glum- would you like to hear a joke?" Whatever peace was had is interrupted by a large goat woman approaching the mess hall table smiling back at the other person seated there. The cafeteria is as busy as ever, there are no real places to really sit thus the boss monster approaches the table with a smile and awful joke ready to go.

"If you don't mind of course. I wouldn't want to bother you, dear." If someone ever wanted an out from a joke, here it is. Will you take it and free yourself from comedy? Or embrace the unknown of a 6'9 goat monster with a snail patch on the front of her cardigan.

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Mettaton's pretty well distracted looking out into the stars, though there's a bit of a wistful look on his face. When he hears Toriel however, the look gives way to a pleasant smile and he turns to face her.

"Oh, not at all, darling!! I haven't been here too long!!" he assures her. "My, I don't remember you being quite this tall, but I guess I've lost a bit of my own height during the, ah. Transition!"

Yeah, try a whole foot, Mettaton. He's right around six feet tall, definitely not seeing eye-to-eye with Toriel. It's not a bother though, he's just very happy to see her, really he is. It's good knowing that she was back. For the sake of the children, of course.

...And to assuage his selfish desire that not even one other monster disappear from the ship. It's upsetting when someone leaves, alright? He can't be blamed...for wanting them all to stay.

"I'm sure you'll be back to normal soon enough, dear." It's odd to see him be both human and rather shorter than she remembers. "It must be strange being human."

"Ah- before I forget," Toriel easily and readily steps forward to gently tug the man into a hug. "I owe you this." Just as anyone could expect the hug is warm and gentle, something someone could easily get lost in.

"It is, it's very strange, and there's so much more to it than I thought," Mettaton says, and he thinks to the bandages around his neck and some of the unpleasant experiences he'd had. There were good ones, sure, but...he'd be happy to be a robot again, he has to admit that.

He knew there was going to be a hug. He realized it would feel different and nice because he was human now.

But Mettaton sincerely cannot remember the last time he felt so warm and comforted while being hugged. There was something so nice about being this close to Toriel, her fur so smooth and soft and for a moment, he feels at home. He can't explain why, it's not as if he's one of her children, and they aren't even marginally related, but...he feels like he's a part of something...

Mettaton's arms come up to hug her back, and he closes his eyes, relaxing more than perhaps any other moment in months.

She was right. He had needed a hug pretty badly. He stays that way for a few long moments--he's really in no hurry to pull away from such a source of warmth--until finally, he realizes he's probably making this a tad bit awkward. His arms fall away and he pulls back a little.

"I used to think I gave exceptional hugs, but you're really the master, darling," he says smiling with a genuine air about him.

Toriel for her part is content to let the hug go as long as needed. Really given everything that has happened, she can't fault anyone for needing a solid hug. Hell, she kind of needs it too. The hug is a mutual exchange of comfort, a sign there is still something truly monstrous about this ship. Monstrous in their way, not the way humans tend to use the word. There is still a shred of monster kindness and compassion even amongst what has happened.

The compliment warrants a soft laugh from the boss monster. "Still a flatterer I see. Some things certainly don't change." Almost out of habit from Frisk, she reaches out to brush some loose hair away from Mettaton's eyes. "If you ever need a hug, dear, don't hesitate to ask."

"It's only flattery if it is in any way untrue, and I certainly believe what I said!" Mettaton assures her. He doesn't seem bothered to have his hair adjusted, not as long as his left eye remains out of sight. It's a little tickly, of course, but so what?

"That said, I will keep your offer in mind! I can often use a good warm hug! That being said, you should know that if you ever need someone to speak with or to hug, I am here as well! We all ought to watch out for each other, especially nowadays!

Speaking of, how are you doing??" he asks, debating whether to bring up the fact that she had been in cryo for so long. Mm, best to keep it tactful.

"Thank you, dear- that offer is equally appreciated." Given how many children she deals with regularly (well before she fell into cyro) having some kind of adult friendship always tends to take a backseat to her actual job. Now with Sans... gone, there is something of a void she isn't quite sure what to do with. Much less want to think about just yet.

She needs a brief moment to put her words together at his question. "I've certainly been better. I hate being so out of the loop and missing so much, but the best thing I can do is keep moving forward." Toriel opts for honesty, sugar coating things would be so easy but... hardly be worth it in the moment.

For his part, Mettaton knows better than to bring up Sans. If it's a sore spot with him, he can't imagine how it feels to Toriel...if she even knew?

Well. Sans had left him a note, so he was sure to have done the same with Toriel, right?

"I can understand that way of thinking! Though if there's any questions you'd like answered, I'd be happy to help! Or I can give you a rundown on what awful thing we've been subjected to recently." He pauses, glancing down at himself. "As it so happens, the current situation isn't a terrible state of affairs, I must admit. Unless you count the blood-suckers, they're a little bit troublesome!"

So here's the thing about wearing a mask all the time and refusing to take it off under any circumstances--it makes going to the mess hall about a thousand percent more awkward. 76 never actually stays to eat, only shows up to commandeer some food and vanish again to actually eat it. He's currently charting the easiest way out when he's intercepted.

He looks her up and down. Slowly. 76 likes to think he's getting used to the presence of various nonhumans on board the Moira, but it still throws him off a little bit. No amount of familiarity with a hyperintelligent moon gorilla makes this any easier.

"A joke."

Is she--is she serious? Is this real life? Toriel will get her chance if only because 76 has no idea how he's supposed to react to this.

The mask is certainly unexpected, but Toriel takes it in stride. Monsters have worn stranger, much less humans she's met aboard this ship.

"Yes, like-" It takes her a second for a joke to appear, far from enough time for 76 to run off. Toriel if anything is a joke monster, made to dispel jokes and motherly doting in equal measure. "What do you call a sleeping bull?"

76 is silent for a very long moment, like he still can’t believe that this is real life. He doesn’t have the chance to respond, run away, or otherwise let her know that he’s not interested in the joke, because she’s already telling it.

“I don’t know.”

He hasn’t heard this one before. Perhaps if he humors her, he’ll be able to extricate himself sooner rather than later.

“What?”

Toriel manages for once not to laugh preemptively before her own joke, though the smile spreading across her features says well enough that she's tickled by it already. "A bulldozer!"

Toriel has told this joke before, but it still makes her laugh.

76 gets it, of course, but it seems that even a clever pun can't quite crack this guy. His expression is inscrutable behind the mask, but his general lack of response indicates that his face is probably not doing much behind it.

"Ah," he says.

The lack of response doesn't take the wind out of her sails. She's still smiling back at the masked man, hardly deterred. "Hmm, not your kind of joke. I see." She taps a finger against her chin, "How about-What lies at the bottom of the ocean and twitches?"

And another joke, no escape.

On one hand, he's not exactly in the mood for this. On the other, perhaps he's a little morbidly curious to see how deep the rabbit hole goes. How bad the puns are.

76 sits up a little straighter. Leans in.

"What?"

He wasn't exactly glum so much as just... well, he supposed he was a bit. He had two other mutants on the ship much further along in the timeline than he was, knowing him and holding things against him for it. It was rather exhausting really.

Charles had coffee sitting in front of him and, up until Toriel approached him, he'd mostly just been staring into it. Company would probably be good for him, and distract him. He needed it, really. And Charles could stand to be more sociable with the rest of the crew. If nothing else, he at least recognized her and felt a bit guilty that he hadn't spoken with her or many other since he'd woken up from cryo.

"You're not a bother at all. Please, have a seat."

A familiar face brightens her expression considerably. Whilst they haven't talked since the vacation resort planet, Toriel is more than happy to see someone familiar. The boss monster is half tempted to ask where he's been, but if he's had her luck, it's likely been cryo as well.

"Thank you, dear. It's lovely to see you again." She readily settles down across from Charles. Now all she needed was the right joke. Once settled she taps her chin thoughtfully. It doesn't take the boss monster long at all to come up with something. Telling jokes is a hobby of hers after all.

"Why shouldn't you write with a broken pencil?"

"Lovely to see you again, as well." He agreed, smiling and almost getting up until she sat. If only to be polite. He found her already sitting though, saving him the need to be more gentlemanly than he was now. Not that it accounted for much.

He was never very good at jokes, he appreciated them but he had always been more of an academic, and later more of a guardian to some, than much else. And, for a short while, an alcoholic bum.

"Ah... it would lead nowhere?" So bad with the jokes.

There was no need to fuss too much. Ana was much more concerned about the taste of the tea than how things looked. Even then, she wouldn't be too disappointed, considering the years she lived on the battlefield without those kinds of luxuries.

Still, with the door open, she can't help but knock on the wall to announce her presence. It would be rude to just barge in otherwise.

"Hello. I hope I am not intruding."

It was politeness, to say the least. Ana knew she was invited in and didn't hesitate to continue further in with a smile.

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