tampered | XANADU OPERA TIME

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 ]

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[ Drawing's all very well, but if Ariadne should glance up to check her references, she'll find a boy spoiling the shot, constantly (obliviously) stepping in the way. He's doing his best to circle the plant, apparently in search.

The flash of a little knife in his hand's clear as anything. ]

[ She does glance up, wanting the drawing of the plant to be as accurate as possible, but the sketch is immediately out of her mind in favor of speaking. ]

Wha-- Hey! Be careful, it could grab you!

[ He backs up instantly at the warning before he checks to see whether it was even directed at him—and who made it, for that matter. After a glance around and a "who, me?" gesture, Kazu gives up on stealth for now and makes his way over. ]

What, is it that fast?

[ Well, that's something, at least. Ariadne sighs slightly in relief, tucking some hair (and her pencil) behind an ear. ]

Those vines are. And it's a plant, so even if it sings, who knows if it can feel pain? [ Said with a nod toward his knife. ]