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

[othersdie]

It looked more like you were taunting it.

Grow--? No. No, I wouldn't want a houseplant that sings. I'd like to graft it on to something quieter and smaller... make a hybrid. I doubt it'll work, but I can at least see if it has a nervous system.

[zehel]

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That so.

[ Why are you using your fancy school words, Justin. ]

[othersdie]

[Because feeling mentally superior is all he has going for him.]

Yes. [Justin isn't usually one to go for names, but he has a certain fondness for reckless, potentially-dangerous idiots.] I'm Justin. You're...?

[waitedforyears]

And you don't exactly look like you wanna be plant fodder, yet there you were right next to it.

[thepointyend]

I don't know. I didn't think plants could sing.

[thepointyend]

I don't think it's a good idea to leave it.

[zehel]

Frau.

[designedtoparty]

[Making out whilst a nearby plant sings about wanting to eat people probably isn't the best idea, but a minor detail like that has never stopped Nathan before and he's not about to let it now.]

[designedtoparty]

I didn't see. It's not like I was trying to get eaten.

[a_parting_word]

[ Cough. ]


You've had good luck with your patronage.

[a_parting_word]

[ Silent for a moment. ]

...who lied to you?

[a_parting_word]

Don't pay it.

[a_parting_word]

...sorry. I didn't take the time to think it might be a poor reminder.

[ A discreet cough. ]

You'll... you'll grow used to it.

[shall_yield_us]

[ - BAM, a plant tentacle down. ]

It's not playing very nice, if so.

[shall_yield_us]

[ softly, as if he's entirely too occupied with willing the metal pieces to move the plant veins - ]

A French braid, they come with more difficulty.

[shall_yield_us]

[ His eyes stay on the metal tendrils coupled with the organic ones, slightly tense, if not alert. ]

Asking after braid-work after you've declined them for your own hair?

[ A laugh. ]

Sir?

[shall_yield_us]

[ The voice startles him out of his focus. ]

Distressed? And you've no little, long, or lost love for that?

[ Laughter. ]

Rip me a sliver of your shirt, or fetch me a tie, then.

[shall_yield_us]

[ He laughs airily - emptily. ]

Oh, yes. Yes, indeed. Yes.

[ A hand is waved the book's way carelessly. ]

Of course, I'm not entirely sure I like the book. Open another.

[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.

[bedsidemanners]

[Gardens are depressing this time of year. For one, there's no flowers about to give to pretty girls-of-the-hour.]

[But the fact that one plant was healthy enough to be singing was enough to rouse his attentions long enough that he's sitting at a safe enough distance, flipping curiously through a book on plant life, prodding a tendril.]

Has it ever done this before, or do you know?

[If worst comes to worst, he does have a lighter in his pocket. Probably enough protection.]

[nohometown]

[Sephiroth watches his work as well.] My hair is fine as it is.

[The braid-work is apparent, but not so the reason or means behind it.]

Why are you doing this? And how?

[nohometown]

[He returns the bow, politely, though this inspires more peeping from the bird, which raises its head to look at Estelle, revealing its long neck. It looks a little like a baby ostrich.

Sephiroth touches its head again, which causes it to grow quiet.]

Quite well, thank you. And you?

[shall_yield_us]

Oh, yes, it's fine. Very Samson-like, though by your leave, I'll prove no Delilah.

[ A hand sketches a gesture in the general direction of Sephiroth's --- mane, falling well short of touch - ]

It's very long. Soft?

[ - then withdraws. ]

And thick.

[ The dreamy look gives way to something sour. ]

Remind me why you're presupposing there's a logic you can follow to any of this.

[nohometown]

[Sephiroth has no idea who Samson or Delilah are, but he would prefer that no one cut off his hair.

He's not sure how to respond to these musings on the subject of his hair, so he ignores them.]

I don't recall presupposing any such thing, so I'm afraid I can't remind you. Perhaps I simply want to hear your explanation.

[nohometown]

[Sephiroth turns to look at Frau, and the bird does the same, craning its long, ostrich-like neck.

Long coats and no shirts are always in style.]

It's the best singing I've heard from a plant, I'll give it that. [Faint praise that it is.] I assume that is not normal for this place.