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]

[Any returning memories are vague at best, and the bad ones--the ones that shouldn't be talked about--haven't surfaced. This is a rather easy question, and Justin is visibly pleased that he can confide in Mara.]

Do you know anyone named Abby, Shilo, Beckett, or Angela?

[cry_reaper]

[Mara smiled a bit, old memories of her own surfacing. She wondered for a moment what to tell him about Shilo, they'd been so close, but decided to cross that bridge when she came to it.]

I don't think I know Abby, although if she was with the police, Ken might remember her. Beckett was the head of the police here for awhile, an officer back in her own world as well. Her first name was Kate. Shilo was a dear, a young girl, close to your own age, who kept to herself a lot although she was one of the nicest people I'd met when I first remember coming here. And Angela, if it's Angela Montenegro that you're asking about, only left here a few months ago, just prior to your re-arrival if I'm not mistake. She was an artist and a good friend of mine.

[othersdie]

[He listened intently, filing this information away to be picked apart later.]

Montenegro--that was it. Thank you, Mara.

I'm sorry Angela left. Since she was your friend, I mean.

[cry_reaper]

It happens. I guess we all get so used to it that we find our own ways of coping.

[She remembered doing a great deal of drinking which was difficult because she tried to hide it from Ken. She wasn't sure how well she did, but he didn't say anything so perhaps she'd done a better job then she'd thought.]

[othersdie]

If the City's a revolving door and people come and go so quickly, you'd think it would be logical to avoid forming any attachments.

[Logical, but not human. He knows very well that emotional attachments with other humans is a basic need, even if it's one that he finds particularly burdensome and disquieting.]

How do most people cope?

[cry_reaper]

It varies. Some people hide their pain, others drink it, some pick fights, some scream at the network, vowing revenge. Depends on the person. How the approach grief.

[othersdie]

So it's like coping with death, in a way.

...I hope it becomes easier for you.

[cry_reaper]

For some, I suppose.

[She smiled, shrugging a little.]

It is always possible that the person will return, but most don't count on it.