#grillbysdancething

[sevensoulsstronger-blog]

Flowey...? (Open RP)

[Flowey seems to be unsteady on his feet. He sort of stumbles as he walks, and he seems to have no idea what to do with his tail, sometimes flailing it and other times dragging it.]

[Sure enough, the plant-thing falls forwards, landing on the ground with a thump. The canister really didn't help with his balancing skills.]

[Flowey sort of just... Lays there. The screen-face was probably seething, but it was impossible to tell, as it remained pinned to the ground. However, the fleshhead seemed perfectly unfazed, keeping its blank expression.]

[Flowey speaks, his voice muffled.]

-Of COURSE this happens. I come to this STUPID DANCE to have a GOOD TIME, and what do I get? A BAD TIME.

[theundertaleanomaly]

*(A gloopy grey form, with a simple dress and wearing shoes for once, prepared themselves, attempting to stabilize their form. It was still goopy, but close enough, so they slowly slid their way into the bar. Here they were. At a dance filled with so many from the Underground. Maybe someone here could help. Or at the very least, it would make a good observation point. There was bound to be some energy or traces here)

*(They made their way over to a corner, attempting to avoid any form of eye contact. They didn’t have the time for all this mingling... Or did they? It would make a nice change, but they had other things to do. They raised their eyes, with the slightest hope that someone would decide to come over and talk, giving them a reason to put everything off.)

[queen-toriel]

hey, there’s a dance at grillby’s!

(( starter of sorts for @s4nsikal, you’d better bring all the food puns you can because tonight’s gonna be HOT

ALRIGHT LET’S GET THIS COOKING ))

[Toriel paced around the room, examining the various drinks and platters. Goodness, it’s been so long since she’s done something like this!]

[She begins fiddling with the flower in her hair. It’s not a real flower, but a clip-on she bought a while back. Hopefully no one notices!]

[Every once and a while, her head jolts up and scans the room, looking for Sans. Late as usual, she supposed.]

[queen-toriel]

Wow, nothing like planning an outfit only a few hours before an important event!

Toriel’s really on top of things, isn’t she?

[sunshineandbutterscotch]

[*Toriel Arrives]

@sat-ona-tuffet

*Toriel did not HAVE to wake so early, but her excitement for the day ahead of her kept her from sleeping in. She had not been to any sort of dance since she was a young monster, far far in the past, and she was eager to go; especially to meet her lovely date. Come to think of it, perhaps she should have offered to meet her halfway and escort her? Her fire magic definitely could have helped deal with the cold for the poor spider.

*She made a mental note not to let the girl go home without some form of safety from the cold, and set to work on her daily tasks, the first of which she’d assigned to finishing the last touches on her dress. That only took her two hours to finish up, which gave her a good deal of the morning and afternoon for cleaning and then her own leisure time. She didn’t want to arrive TOO early, after all.

*Unsurprisingly, cleaning took her less than half the time it took to finish the dress; when you live alone and tend to clean up after yourself, there’s never really any mess to deal with. Her heart drooped for a moment at that thought; she was rather lonely. But she shook it off, wanting to keep her excitement high for the event. 

*Once she was finished with her cleaning, laundry, and writing down a few jokes she’d thought up to tell Sans (she’d surely ‘knock him dead’ with these!), she took a small nap; after all, it was still early enough that some monsters were still asleep, so why not get some well deserved rest?

*By the time the dance had started and Toriel was ready to go, she had woken up, cleaned yet again, and tended to all the flowers in the ruins. She was VERY excited for the event, and was pumped full of energy; she HAD to be doing something up until then. 

*A few minutes before she was ready to leave, she finally put on her dress; it fit perfectly. She knew it would though, as she always made her own clothes. The strapless dress hugged her chest perfectly, dipping a bit in the center, perhaps to show off a bit, or maybe just a stylistic choice; only Toriel knew. The body of the dress was a myriad of dark purples and blues, shifting and blending together, with bright white stars scattered throughout to take the form of the cosmos that she’d always dreamed of being able to see again on the surface.

*As she looked in the mirror, she gave a little twirl, and the dress span with her, expanding out a bit as it spun and twirled around her before settling back just above her bare feet. As much as she wished she could have worn a pretty pair of heels or something, it was simply impossible; no one in the underground made shoes her size, and they were the one thing she could not make. 

*She turned around to admire the back; as the dress hugged her chest and moved to her back, it dipped even further, showing off a good deal of her back and shoulders and stopping just above her waist before moving back up to match onto the other side. She usually didn’t wear anything this revealing, but... this was a special circumstance.

*Once she was satisfied with how she looked, Toriel grabbed her bag and left out the door, heading into Snowdin. She waved hello to Snowdrake and Gyftrot on the way, making sure to pull off the ‘gifts’ that those prankster teenagers had placed on his horns once again.

*She decided to take her time a bit heading there, wanting to take in the sights of Snowdin and the wilderness, and ended up taking almost a half an hour just to reach the town. As much as she loved the cool crunch of the snow beneath her feet, the moment she stepped in, she felt a bit of relief at the heat of the place, taking a moment to wipe her feet off of any snow and enjoy the warmth before beginning to search for her date.

[sat-ona-tuffet-archive-blog]

Grillby’s Dance Thing [Muffet arrived!]

(Far too early. Muffet hated, no, dreaded waking up early. Her body told her to go back to sleep, but the spiders urged her up, by her own orders... Damn those loyal little babies~!

(After tea and breakfast, the spider queen was hard at work preparing. Some of her spiders were helping with her hair while she was finishing up her dress. The material was a mix of her silk and some other thread she’d had brought from the surface.)

(With the last threads closed and the dress prepared, she pulled it on her and looked in one of the parlor’s many mirrors. It was rare that she amazed herself, but this dress, it had to be her crowning achievement of weaving.)

(The dress fit tightly to her body. It was red, with only a slight shine [this was from her webs]. The red on the back side of the dress was broken by black lace in the shape of, as many of her other dresses, a widow violin. It started at mid-back, and went to the very top of the dress. The dress went down to her middle-thigh, but with the spider-queen’s long thighs, it definitely was not a short dress.)

(With the last of it complete, she pulled on her black heeled boots, smiled, and turned to the door of the parlor. She looked out at Hotland, and started to walk, not even worrying about the door, the spiders would take care of it. Besides, the spider was in a hurry.)

(It was not a long trek through Waterfall, she knew her way. Soon, she was looking out at the chilled region of Snowdin. With a quick breath, she started to run. Now, Muffet rarely ran, so seeing her do so was quite the surprise to anyone. She was quickly through the town and right inside the bar and grill that she’d so looked forward to.)

(Now, as stunning as she was sure she looked, this was no graceful entrance. She had lunged herself inside to the heat, gasping for breath, and shivering very heavily. She ignored anyone until she was at the bar, seated, still breathing like she’d had her first breath of air in minutes.)

*Goodness.... Thought... Wouldn’t make it.. Cold... So freaking cold... Ahuhuhu....

(Who was she talking to? No one was sure. But she was worn, cold, and in need of something warm while she awaited her date.)

[winkingwaterfallian]

 * I… am LEGEND. ; )

Aaron, ready for @grillbymcfry‘s event: #GrillbysDanceThing. Somehow, he was able to get a date with the lovely @shystablook! Go follow them for their adorable OC and art!

[another-monster-soul]

~Minor Delays.~

~As she found a changing place, she realized that she had forgotten her dress at her own home. For a couple hours, she went back and forth to her house and back to the bar. She finally had her dress, and she walked into the bar.~ ~Her dress was a simple Red and Black wrap-around. She couldn't find her fancy shoes, so she was just wearing some furry boots. She came alone, and then she looked around for someone she knew.~