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

[brobeforehos]

[It's Sunday, and as such, Sunday is a great day for catching some fresh air and light - albeit in a chilly weather - and Mae has yet to visit Xanadu, so here she is.

For the second time today, no less; after a nice conversation with someone new, she's decided that it's a good time to socialize. If there's anyone out there coming by to listen to the plant at a very, very prudent distance, they'll run into her.

Currently, she's found herself a nice place to sit on the grass, her bag open and a blanket under her making for a solitary (but maybe not for long) picnic. Or dinner picnic, considering the time it is. But Xanadu's as good a park as any to have a sandwich-and-fruit dinner with a nice, thick book to keep her company. If they do it in London, why can't she do it in the City?

And she will have to admit - the plant can sing.] Guess they really do have lungs.

[oceantrauma]

[Ken decided it was time for a visit to Xanadu, to see the plant life he had heard about. ...there had been no warning about this particular plant life, however, so he keeps his distance, walking way out of grabbing range. Considering the songs the plant sings, despite being curious, Ken doesn't want to get too close and be mistaken for plant food.

He does, however, want to talk to it. It almost reminds him of a Digimon, but they're not typically blood-thirsty.

He notices the woman sitting, hears her speak, and decides this is a much safer conversation to have.]

Lungs...and very sharp teeth.

[brobeforehos]

[She looks up at the reply, her sandwich half-way to her mouth. Stops, and grins.]

Add a few shiny necklaces, and it's like any other famous singer I know.

[oceantrauma]

[He smiles, just a bit, at that, a little more at ease.]

I don't care much for music. Are famous singers also...murderous?

[brobeforehos]

Poor thing...[She laughs a little, and shrugs.]

Some kill with really bad music? But no, mostly they're just big babies with money.

[oceantrauma]

[His smile is more nervous, now, his eyes still on the plant, though it's at quite a distance.]

Perhaps that is for human singers. I'm not sure this plant is bluffing in its song.

[brobeforehos]

Well, a bluffing plant wouldn't be the strangest thing, considering where we're at.

[She eyes him, and the plant far ahead.]

Does it scare you?

[oceantrauma]

That's true. But until I know for certain I think I'll converse with you, instead.

[He nods his head, feeling vulnerable without Wormmon.]

I don't know how to defend against something like that.

[brobeforehos]

Hmm...and yet here we are, listening to it sing.

[She looks back at him, shrugs - sheepish.] My suggestion would be don't go closer than this, don't let it eat you.

[signatures]

And vocal chords. Who would have thought?

[ Then again, in Eames' mind, the plants in the City and plants as they know it are very, very different - maybe even as much as the thought of calling the curious thing a plant doesn't seem right. Anomally. Right out of a fantasy book. Disturbing.

But the flash of pink hair is a familiar one and Eames walks closer, Pancake trotting along at his side, stuck with dog duty as he is. ] Miss Mae.

[brobeforehos]

Certainly not Darwin, I'm sure.

[She grins up at him as he walks closer, putting the food away so the dog doesn't eat her lunch. Not that she doesn't like dogs - this one's quite cute, but she's quite hungry, too.

At the greeting, the smirk she gives him is almost automatic, as is the inclination of her head.] Mister Eames. [She leans back on her hands.] Looking very dapper, walking your dog through the park.

[signatures]

All I need is a proper hat and a cane and I'll look dashing, is what.

[ He gestures toward her little place setting. ]

May I?

[brobeforehos]

Please, give me ideas for the future, why don't you?

[She grins, and shifts over to one side of the blanket.]

Go ahead. I'll have to warn you, I've only got one apple left, and the dog is cuter, so I'm at a conundrum, you see?

[signatures]

I only live to stimulate your imagination, Miss Mae.

[ He plops his fat arse down onto the blanket, Pancake taking a cursory sniff at Mae's thigh before promptly headbutting her side in dire need of attention. ]

I can see why you would have some difficulty in deciding, but I'll reject your apple in favor of any warm drink you might have instead.

[brobeforehos]

[Gosh, Pancake - yes, you get attention. She's laughing, at the dog, and at his comment, and decides to scratch behind the dog's ears before she starts doing something silly like - like blushing.]

What a shame - here you are, doing all you can to please me, and yet I've to disappoint you. The warm drinks are over - where were you at five o'clock?

[signatures]

What use are you to me, then? I ought to just take my dog and go.

[ But he's already sitting down, and it's chilly out, and Pancake is busy flirting with Mae. ]

[brobeforehos]

Are you sure about that? [Ruffling the dog's fur with both hands, she grins at it, instead of Eames.]

I heard something creak when you sat down. Your tired feet need rest.

[othersdie]

They do have stomata.

[This isn't said directly to her so much as thought out loud.]

Not that that could explain the singing. Even if a plant was capable of changing the tugor of its cell walls that rapidly it wouldn't produce any noise.

[brobeforehos]

[But she hears it, alright. Biology, how entertaining biology is.

Conversations are still conversations.]

Not to mention produce words?

[othersdie]

[He was not expecting a reply.]

Oh... that, too. It must have a nervous system, which--which plants aren't supposed to have.

[brobeforehos]

[Nods.] And yet I think it's been pretty much established that it's no ordinary plant.

[othersdie]

That--yes. But it doesn't seem surprising, does it?

[brobeforehos]

I've been here for half the morning. None of it seems surprising anymore - it's just...the City.

[othersdie]

Mm. You've been here long enough for things like this to seem normal?

[brobeforehos]

Apparently, skepticism can turn around one-hundred and eighty degrees and become conformist just that easily. I thought I'd never get used to this place - I mean, I did think, wow, a singing plant, how unusual!

But then the next thought always is it's the City.