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

[likeboudica]

[ Tessa takes the book, running a finger over the spine. ] Thank you, Mae.

Where are you from?

[brobeforehos]

Don't mention it. It was a reread for me, anyway.

[And introducing Victorian ladies to feminist essays is something she can do now. Yes.]

Me? I lived - back home, I mean - in Exeter.

[likeboudica]

I would lend you mine in return, but it is merely borrowed from the library. [ Tessa's been spending so much time in there, it hasn't been necessary to buy books of her own. Though perhaps she should, now that she thinks of it. ]

Exeter. So you are British, then. I thought your accent sounded it.

[brobeforehos]

Born and bred, yes.

[She waves dismissively.] Don't worry about it. Books are nice, but company is nicer right now. I've been turning into a hermit enough as it is.

[likeboudica]

Is it nice there? I have not seen much outside of London. [ And even there, she hasn't seen much.

Tessa can relate, on the hermit thing. ]

[brobeforehos]

It's...[It was, she thinks; back when she hadn't known magic was real and magicians were corrupt and evil and demons ate people's souls because that was the currency for power.

She smiles.] It can be quaint. And it's entertaining, too - depending on where you look.

[likeboudica]

That sounds pleasant. Did you like it there?

[brobeforehos]

I did. [She would say she likes it here, too - it's not horrible, she doesn't hate the City. So it must come down to something different.]

I liked the people there, mostly. My brother, especially.

[likeboudica]

[ Tessa's mouth twists, for the briefest moment, when she thinks of her own brother, but then she's smiling again. ]

What is he like?

[brobeforehos]

[And Mae's face lights up. She sits up straight again, and gets excited to talk about Jamie again.]

He's lovely. He's the best brother a girl could have. It's always been us two against the world - we're the team, and it's just...I miss him. [Stops - no, not the time to get teary-eyed.]

He's a fantastic dancer, too. Very smart and funny.

[likeboudica]

I'm sorry that he is not here. [ Placing a hand on Mae's arm for a brief moment. ]

He sounds like a very nice person.

[brobeforehos]

[She gives Tessa sheepish smile - so much for her poker face, when it comes to Jamie.] Thanks.

He's a very nice person. Much nicer than me, for sure.

[likeboudica]

You do not seem unkind, so far.

[brobeforehos]

I do my best.

[likeboudica]

That is all anyone can ask, I should think.

[brobeforehos]

Or most people, at least. You don't seem unkind, either.

[likeboudica]

It is hardly reasonable to expect more of a person than for them to do their best.

Thank you.