An Angry Entry

[boghadair]

From a large, heavy, oaken door there is a rather thunderous noise before it slams open. There's an angry redheaded princess stamping right over the threshold, her cheeks flaming and her eyes bright and sharp.

A strident female voice can be heard in the distance. "Merida! Come back this -"

But the door is slammed behind her, cauterizing the wound and blocking off whatever was happening in the house. It's going to take a very, very long time for Merida to calm down, but she's stomping toward the bar proper, muttering under her breath about weddings.

Distractions, please.

[OOC: Setting the stage for Bear!plot, details of which will be in the back room by Saturday! Open til her next post, which should be next week!]

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[makes_the_toys]

"Ooooo, someone's in trouble... " The teasing voice comes from the peanut gallery sitting at a table near the door.

Said peanut gallery is made up of one Cisco Ramon and his porg.

The porg is toddering around the tabletop on wobbly little legs. It is starting to lose its fuzzy down feathers and is clearly new to the whole mobility thing.

Cisco is sewing, hand-stitching together a tiny vest out of what looks like some pretty high-tech material.

"That was your mom, right? That definitely sounded like PO'd mom yelling."

[boghadair]

Cisco gets a very loud overdramatic groan. Because Merida is just Not Feeling it. She does notice his sewing as she moves toward him, but overdramatic reactions come first.

"Aye, that was my mom. She's trying to ruin my life. RUIN it!"

[makes_the_toys]

"Hate to break it to you, but that's kind of their job," he informs her with a shrug.

"Unless you're my brother, then it's all sunshine and daffodils with mom."

Throwing a nod at her, he asks, "What's your mom doing to ruin yours?"

[boghadair]

Merida can kind of relate - the triplets are too young to really be on her radar, but they already seem to have more freedom than she does. She has the perfect response, regardlessly. "Oh? Is your mom forcing you to get married to keep the peace among the four kingdoms?"

[makes_the_toys]

Cisco's brow knits for a moment, and then he makes a show of thinking about it really hard before finally shaking his head.

"No. I gotta admit I don't always one hundred percent pay attention when she's yelling at me, but I'm pretty sure that hasn't come up. Let me guess, yours is?"

[boghadair]

"Aye, quite plainly," she admits with a grunt. "She thinks it's the only way to keep the peace between the clans."

[makes_the_toys]

"That sucks. Any chance you actually know or-- " he asks, cutting off quick a moment to stick his hand out to keep the porg chick from falling off the table.

The chick squawks and turns around, ambling off in the other direction.

"--like the guy you're supposed to get hitched with?" Cisco finishes, eyes back on the girl.

[boghadair]

"Oh, I know of them - all three of them!" She flops against the table and wiggles her fingertips in the Porg's direction to distract herself from the situation. "They're the sons of our neighbors. They're going to compete for my hand and the winner will marry me." The sarcasm and tildes are just pouring off of her angry statement.

[makes_the_toys]

"By that reaction I'm guess they're not studs," he replies.

The finger-waggling catches the porg's attention and he wobbles in her direction, cocking its head from side to side, observing those fingers.

"How are they going to compete?"

[boghadair]

"Even were they...studs?" The term doesn't compute to her. "I wouldn't want to be with them. I don't want to marry anyone." Then she adds, "in highland games. Tossing logs, archery, the like."

She keeps tapping the fingers about, to entertain the Porg.

[makes_the_toys]

"Well then, the way I see it you've got three options," Cisco notes, drawing the thread through as he continues working on his project. "Option one, you abandon your duties, shirk all responsibilities and make a run for it. Two, you talk with your mom and explain your side of things and how you don't dig the betrothal thing. Or three, you marry whoever the best log tosser ends up being and live unhappily ever after."

Lifting a pair of scissors he clips the thread and then tests out the seam he just made.

"I know for sure which I'd do."

The porg bounces around, squawking in delight at the dancing fingers.

[boghadair]

"Well, I was trying option number one, but I'll have to go back sometime." She's angry at her mother but she can't imagine never seeing her again. "I tried two, and she wouldn't listen. And I'd rather shoot the fella than marry him at this point. Which would you pick?" Maybe hearing it from someone else's perspective will clear out her head and clarify her Point of view.

[makes_the_toys]

"Oh, I'm totally option one," he replies easily. "I'm not down to commit to something I'm gonna hate forever, but I also know there's no way I'd ever be able to change my mom's mind on something. So, short of inventing some brainwash-ray gun or learning hypnotism, running is the only answer."

[darkeryetdarker]

That is a very loud human coming in.

Normally Gaster tends to stay out of things like this. But the interaction between the girl and who must be her mother reminds him of his own boys when they were children, and he feels a pang of longing for his family.

He glides over to the bar, his laptop open.

Words appear on the screen. [Are you alright?]

(Gaster is now visible, due to the electromagnet in the corner.)

[boghadair]

And Merida stops short and blinks in surprise. Laptops have definitely not been invented yet in her time, so she's mildly confused. At least she can read what's on the screen.

"Aye," she says. "I'm just a little angry."

[darkeryetdarker]

The skeletal figure nods, trying to think back to when Sans would have outbursts like this at her age (Papyrus didn't really have that problem.).

[Would you like to talk about it, or do you want space?]

[boghadair]

"I...wouldn't mind talking, no. Tho I don't know what good talking'll do," she says. Merida sits down at the bar and begins speaking with passion. "My mom wants me to marry," she explains.

[darkeryetdarker]

[Married?] She looks a bit young for that - though Gaster still has trouble determining age in humans. [Why?]

He's also quietly impressed that this one isn't freaking out over his appearance.

[boghadair]

Merida is DEFINITELY too young for that, at least in her opinion. "Because they think it's the only way to keep the peace between us and our neighbors. It's been happening for centuries."

She's learned not to gawk; princesses, after all, do Not Gawk Ever.

[darkeryetdarker]

[So this is...politically related?] Monsters didn't really have to deal with outside politics. Asgore might know more about this sort of situation - Gaster never asked him about the details of his marriage.

[boghadair]

She nods. "Politics are part of it," she says. "And it keeps our bloodlines flowing."

[darkeryetdarker]

Hmm. Gaster can kind of see the need for that, considering that human royalty isn't functionally immortal.

However.

[But you don't get a say in the matter?]

[boghadair]

She shakes her head. "They'r going to decide with a contest. Highland games."

[darkeryetdarker]

Gaster knows that royalty have quite a lot of expectations laid on them, some quite different from others, but still....

[That sounds like a very big decision..it'll impact your entire life. Leaving it up to a contest hardly seems fair.]

He'd like to think that Asgore would have been more lax towards Asriel if he ever married...though, of course, he'll never know. Still, he likes to think he would.

[boghadair]

"It is," she frowns. "And I know it's gonna. But they think that's the fairest way. If they just pick or let me pick, the other kings will get upset and there'll be a fight."