XANADU OPERA TIME | ALL INVITED

[shall_yield_us]

WHEN: Jan. 15 | the Xanadu gardens.
CHARACTERS: Everyone.
SUMMARY: we interrupt your regular Xanadu viewing for the following special reminder: ...the visit ain't over til the bloody plant sings.

That's right: our green belle been giving rather obnoxious titillating performances in Xanadu, to what can only be the... enjoyment... of certain Citizens. Adding injury to insult, it's quite possible that a couple of residents have also captured the plant's tune on film, and now the video's been turned into a network viral phenomenon!

But as Citizens surely know, every grand artist needs a doting live audience: come get dibs on more plant footage? Save someone from its evil clutches? Help a poor soul that's got lost in the gardens' great expanse? Get the plant to sign with your talent agency? Embark on a mystical quest to get it to shut up?

Just put your chlorophyll-tinted glasses on, and anything is possible.


[ ooc: Find whatever excuse to throw your character in Xanadu, tag someone new, and all around: GET IN HERE. Just as a note: hearing the plant is definitely optional, so please don't think it's an overwhelming sound that'd keep your character up at night or some such. It's just a log prompt. XD ]

Comments

[deadly_legacy]

[Euphie is standing close enough to watch and listen, but not too close to the singing plant. This is fascinating and more than a little disturbing.]

[othersdie]

[After a good deal of contemplation (not of the singing plant--he's been thinking about that most of the day), Justin determines that he's perfectly capable of initiating a conversation with Euphie. Completely. Without looking like an idiot.]

Hi. [Good, good.] What do you think of the plant?

[deadly_legacy]

Oh! [She sounds a little surprised and then giggles at herself as she smiles at him.] Hi, Justin. Sorry. I was a little mesmerized, and I'm not sure what to think.

I wonder if he knows what he's singing about. ...Or she.

[othersdie]

[Why is she so cute. Justin is going to die. Or take a moment to make words happen again.] It's... mesmerizing. It'd make an interesting houseplant if it was smaller and quieter.

It seems sentient. ...Which shouldn't be possible, since that would mean it would have to have a nervous system, which plants don't have. I mean, Dionaea muscipula and some other carnivorous plants have a primitive reflex system, but--but nothing like that.

[deadly_legacy]

[It's all natural, just like the hair.] I spoke to a cactus once. [And after a moment, she clarifies with a smile.] He also spoke. Of course it was during one of the curses where the City is flooded with all sorts of people and...not people too I suppose.

It must either mean that plants can be sentient without nervous systems or that some plants have them. This place doesn't really play by any rules. Or just when you think it does they are changed.

[othersdie]

The City gets invaded? [It's the first time anyone has mentioned it, but there's something...] ...Was the cactus polite?

I'd like to think that some plants are semi-sentient. Why else would they respond favorably to music or conversation? [Pleased with his ability to string words together, Justin actually chances eye-contact.] So there really isn't anything stable and reliable and certain here.

[deadly_legacy]

It's not like in war when there is an invasion, but there is a massive group of new people who stay no longer than the weekend. It keeps the Welcome Center extremely busy for a couple of days.

[She considers his question and tilts her head.] The cactus was a little peculiar even for a talking cactus, but he was polite.

[Warm, violet eyes looking back at you, Justin!] Am I making it sound so distressing?

[othersdie]

That doesn't happen often, does it?

[He's glad the cactus was polite, not that he'll say as much. He thinks very highly of plants and wouldn't want to learn that they're actually jerks.]

Nn--not distressing, so much. I just don't like change.

[deadly_legacy]

[She shakes her head just a little. Just enough to see there is a shake really.] It's one of the more common curses, but it doesn't happen as often as the weekends where anything can happen. But it's more often than the days when everyone kisses each other. You just missed that.

There's always change here, but sometimes it's change for the better. [Usually not perhaps, but her optimism keeps her going.]

[firstaid]

[The singing plant has Estelle's attention as well. Part of her wants to go up and touch it, yet the way it's speaking, perhaps it would be best not to. What an odd thing...

Maybe she will read up on this later, study up on it... for now, she'll tilt her head...]

I wonder what it would like to eat...

[deadly_legacy]

Something other than what he's singing about I hope. [Euphie smiles over at her and steps closer, wondering if Estelle was speaking to her directly or just pondering aloud.]

[firstaid]

I agree with you, Euphie. [She gives a sheepish laugh. While Estelle was pondering out loud, she was also speaking to Euphie. Though, she's simply used to having her musings ignored or have a simple dismissive comment about them.]

Maybe it likes steak?

[deadly_legacy]

[She must have very unkind traveling companions! Oh, wait...]

Ah... Perhaps! It might be worth a try.

If we were to throw the steak.

[firstaid]

That would work. I'm actually rather curious to see if it would like it...

[Okay, curiosity is there now. Maybe it's time to run off to a butcher and get a slab of meat, which gets her thinking...]

Do you think it would like it cooked, or raw?

[deadly_legacy]

...I. Well, it's all very new, isn't it? I suppose you could try asking.

[firstaid]

I suppose I could...

[And she is going to slowly approach it, very, very slowly, but obviously far enough from it's reach. She doesn't want to be its dinner.]

E-excuse me. Do you prefer your meat cooked or raw?

[And then it sings at her again... whelp...]

[deadly_legacy]

[How disappointing.] Maybe one of each?

[a_parting_word]

[ and then SUDDENLY a wild Gilbert appears, and he may or may not look about as dishevelled as his impromptu name suggests.

Also, one of the vines stuck to his legs keeps making kissy sounds at him.

This is not fascinating, Euphie. It's just disturbing. ]

Ah - no. No, I can't be affianced to - I already have other commitments.

[deadly_legacy]

[Yes, this draws Euphie's attention away from the other strange thing rather handily.] Ah...

Are you all right? Were you attacked? [She steps forward. Should she pull it off?]

[a_parting_word]

[ ...all the plant kissy noises, all the time. ]

No, it's... I'm not entirely sure what it wants.


[ Love and devotion. And a diamond ring. ]

[deadly_legacy]

[Plant kissy noises sound a lot like brain sucking noises! ...Not that she would know what either sound like, nor is his brain in his leg...probably.]

Do you need some help?

[a_parting_word]

[ There's something about a woman touching his leg that's a little -

...well.

He coughs to the side. ]

That won't be necessary.

[ Smoooooooooooch. ]

[deadly_legacy]

What do you suppose it's doing? [She gets closer with all her womanness to all of his legness.]

[a_parting_word]

[ Won't someone think of all the compromised virtue??? ]

It's... communicating? I didn't think plants did that.

[deadly_legacy]

Maybe someone in the distance who sees her start to kneel before him. They will probably be thinking of compromise virtue. Not her as much though. One of her curious hand reaches out toward the vine.] Can you understand it?