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Film Noir Meme

the film noir meme

-Post with your character and fandom, as well as any preferences.
-Go here and generate a random number between 1-10 for the setting
-If you want, you or the person tagging you can roll a number between 1-8 for relationship as well!
- You know what to do next, honey.

Possible settings:

1. Crime Scene: Dead body? Burglary? Whatever the crime, the area's been sectioned off for officers to investigate this nefarious deed, and you're getting front row seat.

2. Bar: There's always some hole-in-the-wall frequented by all sorts. The bartender keeps an eye out for trouble, and other things. Of course he keeps an ear to the ground, but it'll cost ya. Perhaps a cop or two will show up demanding answers, but no one ever takes that seriously.

3. Docks at Night: The breeze caressing your face, the sound of the water, the boats passing by...maybe you were called here, or maybe you just like the peace it brings.

4. Alleyway: There's only one way in and out of this little corridor, and what happens in it is up to you and the other character. Just watch for the shadows, if you can see through the fog.

5. Detective's Office: Not too clean, not too messy. Just perfect for the person that's needed to get this mystery cleared up.

6. Rooftop: The wind dramatically blowing about, it's the perfect place to get that person to come and meet you so you can tell them what you want. Or if you're evil, why not kill them up here? It'll be hard to escape you.

7. Dressing Room: For some reason, you're backstage after a performance, and you've gotten into one of these. The mirrors, the costumes, the flowers from fans and the various personal affects...all are present and will be your silent witnesses to whatever occurs.

8. Hideout: You've gotten to the antagonist's spot of choice. Is this a glitzy nightclub with a private room, or is this an abandoned warehouse where they-or you-carry out their plot? The choice is yours.

9. Nightclub: Someone's showcasing their talent tonight, and you may or may not care about it. But it's classic, dimly lit, and it's easy to hide in here.

10. Free choice

Possible relationships:

1. Friends: Maybe you're an unstoppable team, or perhaps your relationship is getting strained. But whatever the situation, you know this person, and you'd be there for them.

2. Coworkers/teammates/classmates: You might not be friends, but you know this person well enough to remember their name. And right now you're being thrown together for a reason.

3. Lovers: This is the one you wanted to stay with for now. Married, dating, or maybe an affair, but you two care about each other enough.

4. Enemies: Utter hatred flows through your veins when you hear this person's name. This is the one you want to take down, and you just might stop at nothing to achieve your goal.

5. Family: Perhaps it's a sibling you're meeting. Or your parent, or some form of relative. Remember that phrase "blood is thicker than water"? It just might apply here.

6. Mysterious Stranger: Someone's been eyeing you from across the room, or you've been eyeing them. Will you two speak, or shall they float out of your life? Do they hold information you seek, or do they want something from you?

7. Femme Fatale: You are or have encountered a mysterious and seductive woman, whose charms ensnare her lovers in bonds of irresistible desire, often leading them into compromising, dangerous, and deadly situations. Watch out, you might just get yourself into a real mess of trouble, hot stuff.

8. Free Choice

Originally from

easycompany, with minor modifications.
Title - Arsenic and Old Lace

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

((ooc: Can start. OTA on choices.)

[mob au still going strong]

Edited 2016-01-31 06:39 (UTC)

[ It's not that Papyrus goes to nightclubs often. Or really, at all, he doesn't do that. But sometimes he and his brother have to meet someone, and sometimes that someone owns a famous nightclub, and so here they are. At least it was better than Grillby's...

They have a table off to the side, still lit by a single, glittery candle in the center of the table, and not much light coming from anywhere else besides the center stage. Usually it'd be Mettaton himself doing the shows of... whatever goes on here, but they came specifically on his day off. ]

We don't have time tonight to be drinking a lot, so don't go too overboard!

[ Which is hilariously ironic, because out of the two of them, the one that tends to go crazy overboard on the occasion he does drink, is Papyrus. So many tequilas... But he's going to just ignore that in favor of being the Scolding Brother. ]

Edited 2016-01-31 15:51 (UTC)

[Sans goes to nightclubs occasionally. Dark corners made it easy to hide and catch a nap. Plus, the jazz band he occasionally ran with got gigs in some pretty decent clubs. It was a front at first, but after picking up the trombone... he couldn't resist. So now it's his, what, sixth job now? Yeah, sixth.

The smaller skeleton leans back in the cushioned seat, finally flicking his hat off like you're supposed to do when you're indoors to begin with. Rude, Sans!!]

I'll try, bro. You know me and booze though, it goes right through me.

[He taps his ribs, in case it's not obvious he's talking about the fact they're literally skeletons. I mean. Maybe it's not, he eats ketchup on a daily basis. Speaking of, he takes a bottle of the good stuff out of his jacket.]

So who are we supposed to meet again?

[Papyrus probably told him already, but speaking of his band, he just got back from a gig. Hence the trombone case.]

[Mettaton is always at nightclubs. Usually his own, of course, preforming for his adoring crowd, but there's just as much work to be done scouting for new talent. If he hadn't met the brothers through Undyne, he would have known them through the band Sans played with.

They were decent folk. They minded their own, kept to themselves, and never caused any trouble -- at least when they were under Mettaton's roof, which is honestly all that matters to him. After all, how could one entertain when everyone was so gung-ho about fighting with each other these days? It just doesn't fly. Everyone in this club knows better.

Or else Mettaton has to teach them a lesson about trying to take away his spotlight. And nobody wants that.

But yes. Good folk. Good enough that Sans' comment just gets a laugh as the robot makes his way to their table. He's not wearing anything too fancy today, but of course he's still stunning in his suit.]

Honestly, Sansy? My name's on the building.

You didn't forget me, did you, Papy-darling?

[Wink. How you doing?]

Hah.

[ Papyrus replies at the stupid skeleton joke, his expression one of someone who is trying to look completely unamused, but as Sans would know right now, that's actually him trying to not look like he got a kick out of it. ]

Must you drink that here?? We're trying to be professional for-

[ And speak of the devil, it's Mettaton himself. To which the skeleton flushes somehow at being called darling, and fiddles with making sure his tie is straight. ]

O-Oh! Hello, Mettaton! No, I didn't forget, of course! Thank you for joining us!

[ Papyrus gives another glare in Sans' direction, his "eyes" then glancing down to stare at the ketchup bottle. It's one thing to indulge in that weird habit in front of him, but they have celebrity company, and here his brother is, guzzling ketchup!!!! ]

Boss Undyne was telling us that you were having an issue with another organization, and we're here to help you out!

Edited 2016-01-31 22:15 (UTC)

[Nice. Sans grins the kind of shit-eating smile he usually reserves for when he knows Papyrus liked a joke. He scoots his case over with a foot as he unscrews the ketchup cap.

He'd explain himself (badly) but forget about that shit, here comes Mongo. The skeleton waves his bottle in a half-salute to the monster in question.]

With neon that big, why would I? [He grins.] "Sansy" still, huh?

[Not that he actually cared. He's just noticing how much his one nickname's spread around. Taking his hat with his free hand, he plops it against his case.]

Right, yeah. That. [He totally remembered. Honest.]

[Papyrus gets a smile. Papyrus is always the sweeter of the two, but Sans gets an eyeroll.]

You don't like it? [His tone of voice implied it wouldn't change even if he hated it. Burgerpants could tell him from experience.

But, like they were saying, there were more important things to discuss! Mettaton takes a seat, raising his legs and kicking them onto the table (he did own the place).] No pleasure before business, huh?

Well! You know how I like keep this quaint little business of mine as neutral as can be. I'm in the business of entertaining, not fighting. And who am I supposed to be entertaining if I let anyone who thinks they're anyone try to bully me around? One pitiful gang? You just know they'd try to take all my glitz and glamour for themselves! And that would most certainly be a problem.

Now, I wouldn't be bothering Undyne if it was just that. She knows I can take care of myself. No, it's something... less direct. My alcohol supplier was just bought out by a couple of cats who don't seem to know who they're talking to. They offered to keep selling to me for an increased price and a little loyalty. [He laughs.] Now, that doesn't sound like me. So I'm asking you two handsome boys to get my supplies back to me.

[Another wink.] Your reward will be just as handsome.

[ And there go the legs on the table. Honestly. No one here has manners. But it's Mettaton's place, and they are beautiful legs, so...

Anyway.

Papyrus listens to Mettaton fill them in on their "job" and nods accordingly. Everyone knew Mettaton's club was neutral ground, and that's what made it one of the more ideal places to go for business- no side had more of an advantage. In fact, monster-friendly places of neutral ground were disappearing fast... And hearing about this sort of plan made Papyrus wonder if it's all by the same group. Something to bring up to Undyne later, at the very least. For now, Papyrus keeps listening until the robot is done. ]

So you want us to talk to the people who bought out your old suppliers and get them to sell back?

[ "Talk." ]

I think we can do that! Right, Sans?

Heh. It's okay, I guess. I'm just surprised it spread around that quick outside Grillby's.

[Sans eyes flicker to the stage as Mettaton goes on. He's listening, but he's curious to see what kind of non-Mettaton entertainment they had when the robot wasn't on stage himself.]

Somebody trying to run ya bone-dry, huh? These kinda things are happenin' a lot lately...

[See? He's listening. Just... not looking. Plus eating ketchup. Fucking still.]

You bet we can, Pap. [Finally, he looks back at MTT.] Either that or do a little, uh, "convincing" on either side. What kinda guy is your supplier like?

[MTT nods. "Talk." At least to the busybody nosing in on his business. As for his supplier...

On cue, the lights flare up on the stage and a quiet voice pierces the room. "oh..... oh wow, there's a lot of you here...... are you all here to listen to mettaton...? oh no..... it's his day off today, so i'm here with my band instead...... i hope that's okay. you can go if it's not.... i don't mind."

Mettaton waves at the formless ghost on the stage. That seems to cheer them up a little before they start the music.

Sigh. Oh, Blooky.]

Napstablook's very much a sensitive soul. We've known each other for such a long time, so I know this couldn't have possibly been their idea on their own. Despite their demeanor, they're actually very hard to bully, so there must be threats involved somewhere. I tried to talk to them about it, but they just seemed so frightened every time...

[He's lacing his hands together. You can hear metal crushing against metal in barely concealed anger.] But let's leave Napstablook out of this, hm? They've clearly been through enough. We need to be focusing on... The Baker.

Oh, Napstablook is your supplier? I didn't think that was the kind of business they were into!

[ What with having no backbone and all- physically and metaphorically. Maybe...? It sounds like Mettaton's saying they're actually pretty hard to bully? Which doesn't seem true, really, but at the same time, Mettaton would know the ghost better he would, wouldn't he? ]

The Baker...

You don't mean- "The Muffin Man," do you?

[ A shady, mysterious figure, known for their very imposing gang of spiders, and their very obvious cover operation as a simple bakery. But everyone who knew anything about the Baker knew that behind all that dough... was more dough. But the second kind of dough meaning money. There was money. Yes. ]

You think they're the ones bullying Napstablook?

Oh.

[Sans watches Napstablook, for a moment quietly studying him. Or something. For the smaller brother, most expressions he wore that didn't involve a grin or JAPES tended were a lot more subtle. Though actually knew the ghost a little, he would have mostly agreed with Papyrus. Maybe Sans didn't know them THAT well, but something still seemed off.

Everything else made sense. Mettaton already shot down his initial idea (the metal finger crushing helps), and Sans was fine with that. He waves it off.]

Scratch that then. I've played with Napstablook a couple times.

[The Baker gets his attention. Part of him thinks of the real "Baker", the other thinks of a friend of his -- a woman who never left her old, antiquated house despite the enormous garden hiding most of it. He could always smell something baking from the inside of her house, but... nah. Not likely connected.]

THAT Baker, huh? If she's bullying him, we're gonna have our hands full. She's a bigger con artist than I am. ["Con artist" sounds cooler than he is. If real money wasn't involved, his "cons" could have easily been kid's pranks. It's why the police didn't believe people most of the time when they came up to them with ink rings around their eyes screaming that a skeleton stole their money.] If it's her, she probably ain't just trying to swindle you. Isn't she putting some kind of "fundraiser" together too?

[Hell, Sans normally never touched that place... but he wouldn't be surprised if she was hiding some kind of ancient speakeasy in that little bakery.]

[The naivety gets a laugh and the wave of a hand.] It shouldn't be that surprising, gorgeous. The economy isn't what it used to be; we've all picked up odd jobs. [Mettaton is basically running a fucking gang-clubhouse, isn't he?

Sigh. A small price to pay for glamour.]

Her "Spider Bakesale," yes. She actually expressed interest in me using my parlor to advertise the little affair. I politely declined and Napstablook was bought out quickly after. I'm assuming she thought if she couldn't use me to get her more attention, she'd try to run me dry.

How rude.

[ "Odd jobs" well, he supposes the mix that Sans and he have wound up in, working for Boss Undyne and fixing people's "problems" like this is a bit of an odd job. Definitely steps away from the Everyday Business Man he somewhat pictured himself being years ago before the economy really tanked. But he doesn't have a problem with this. Sometimes it gets a little messier than he'd like, but it's not bad overall. And he likes helping people! So it's basically a win-win scenario, isn't it?

Still, the more details they get on this, the more obvious it is what they need to do. It did sound like this was going to wind up one of those messy times though, given how stubborn it seems this Baker woman was. ]

I think I got a plan! Don't worry, Mettaton, we'll figure out something to get Napstablook his supplies back! This is easy for Sans and I, we do this all the time!

[ Maybe not exactly... "this." But. ]

Huh. [That's rough, buddy.] I knew she ran arach-ket over there, but I guess that's the next best revenge when she can't feed someone to her pet.

[Who Sans has a feeling they might meet. Whatever this bakesale of hers was supposed to be... Papyrus was probably right. This might get messy. The skeleton reaches into his shirt pocket and pulls out what looks like a cigarette... until he bites down on it. Nope. Candy. He leaves the rest hanging on the side between his teeth.]

Yep. [He nods.] My bro here knows how to cook up some serious schemes. We got your shiny metal back, Sparky.

[Pause. Then Sans leans into Papyrus slightly and quietly asks:]

Speaking of cooking...

... does this plan involve spaghetti again.

[Says the smooth motherfucker with a chalk candy cigarettes and a bottle of ketchup.]

Edited 2016-02-15 07:22 (UTC)

[Normally, Mettaton adored puns. This, however, was a serious situation, so all Sans gets for his efforts is a restrained stare.

Arach-ket. God, that was good. He needs to remember that one.

Back on topic, though, the host is satisfied with their immediate support. He leans back in his spot, raising his high-ball glass in cheer (...where did he get that?).]

Wonderful! I'm looking forward to seeing the results of your hard, tireless work. I know you'll make me happy.

Is there anything else you'll be needing from me? Or are we just going to keep each other company for the rest of the night? [*Flirt]

Edited 2016-02-19 22:09 (UTC)