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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[rehymenator]

[ Begrudgingly, Castiel begins to remove his tie. ]

What is it you're doing, again?

[ Answer the question and the tie is yours![ ]

[shall_yield_us]

[ Wriggling fingers go out impatiently - ]

Braiding.


[ ...said possibly as if explaining the obvious to a particularly annoying child. ]

[rehymenator]

[ Holding juuuust out of your reach. ]

Why.

[shall_yield_us]

Why not?

[ And he leeeeeeeeeans to try to get snatch it. ]

Oh, must you assume there's some great mischief at play? It's a braid. Only a braid. I've worn my share, I should know, a braid.

[rehymenator]

[ Okay, fine. Have the damn thing. ]

You're hardly the most trustworthy person I know. There must be some...game, here. Is the plant yours?

[shall_yield_us]

[ Why yes, he will dote on the tie, picking invisible speckles of dust here on there. ]

Of course it isn't. I've hardly done anything to warrant the suspicion, mind, have I? I'm but words.

[rehymenator]

[ Oh, hey thanks! Castiel can't always keep it in pristine condition. ]

You and words have an interesting relationship.

[ Could he get closer? Castiel will try, he'd like to see it a little better. ]

It's not bread...

[shall_yield_us]

[ For his part, Rosiel does nothing to stop his young not-friend. He has Castiel's tie, that leaves him - appeased. And the tentacles, whether the plant's or Rosiel's metal own, seem happy enough going about their war. ]

It'll rip itself apart if it fights the braid, you know. And of course it will. That's the beauty of living things, they need to move, all movement is on some level constricted, and then, and then, and then... snap. Snap, snap. Snap. Something comes undone.

[ His free hand goes out, finger beckoning lazily - possibly as if to a dog, yes. ]

Come here.

[rehymenator]

[ It's without hesitation that Castiel approaches his not-kin. Why he feels something of a bond to angels not from his world isn't so much a concern. ]

And are you the constrictor?