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 ]

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[shall_yield_us]

And survived. Notably.

[ Tall, strong, possibly armed - weapon. What weapon would this man use? Direct combat? But the hair. What direct or even range combatant would keep his hair so impractically long - ah. One whose skill more than compensates for any physical handicap, natural or artificial.

...oh dear. He laughs a little to himself. ]

It's occurred to me you might be very dangerous.

[nohometown]

Has it? Now, what gives you that idea?

[There's a slight note of amusement in his voice. He's used to people already knowing how dangerous he is, as he's so well publicized. It's been a while since he wasn't recognized in public.]

I'm only dangerous when the situation warrants it.

[shall_yield_us]

[ When, not if. Very nice. ]

Well, then, I leave myself entirely under your protection.

[nohometown]

If you find yourself in need of protection, I'll assist you.

[He does help members of the public who need his assistance, that's nothing new. He sees no reason not to do the same here, so it's easy to agree.]

What is it you do, Rosiel, other than braid-work?

[shall_yield_us]

[ ...really, soldiers are a little too straightforward and honest now and then. ]

Oh, why, sometimes I do curls. Or chignons. Or the occasional headpiece. It's why your hair is ever so fascinating to me, of course, professional interest.

[nohometown]

That explains it. [There is an arrogance in the way he wears his hair, so long and unbound and seemingly careless, not like any other SOLDIER, so he's not unused to comments on it. ShinRa approves. Such a striking image is good PR.]

One's work can shape the way one sees the world.

[He hasn't forgotten their earlier conversation, either.]

You mentioned being a lord. Didn't you?

[shall_yield_us]

[ He can't summon the energy to pretend as much surprise as he should. ]

Did I...? Hmmmm. I must have lied.

[ A hand comes up, tugging his lower lip to mimic the nervous tick of people caught in thought. ]

It happens often. I may have lied to you just now, but I've been most upset. It - [a wave to the plant ] - was being very vile to me. Organic material ought to learn to behave more courteously, oughtn't it? Arrogant thing, it wouldn't even give me a greeting. To think. Well, if it's now - wrapped up in untangling itself without ripping itself apart, at least I'll know why it neglected me. Tsk. But I was very upset.

[nohometown]

[He probably shouldn't continue to engage this person. They're unstable and unreliable.

Yet he's curious. He doesn't care at all about the welfare of the plant, as he'd been considering destroying it himself.]

So it's inorganic material that you have mastery over?