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

[charring]

Singing plants common where you come from? [It's a valid question, kid.]

[thepointyend]

No. I looked at it. Just because it sings that doesn't stop it being a plant.

[charring]

[Charlie smiles just slightly, raising an eyebrow. She had a good point.] The singing plant is very unsettling.

[At least give her that much.] I'm Charlie.

[thepointyend]

Plants shouldn't sing. I don't like it.

[Arya looks her up and down, still looking distrusting of her.] I'm Arya.

[charring]

Neither do I. I can't decide if I should set it on fire or just walk away.

[Well, shit. That's a familiar look. She's given it once or twice..or possibly billions of times...when she was a kid.] Pretty name. Where are you from?

[When the plant hits a rather obnoxious note, Charlie visibly winces.] Wow.

[thepointyend]

We'd need to find rocks. [Or what are those things called again?] Or lighters.

[She isn't impressed at being told her name is pretty. Pretty is Sansa, someone Arya's never wanted to be like.] Westeros. [Which is vague. But she probably won't know that. Even if she does, Arya has no intention of being specific.]

[Arya looks just as pained, and if possible even more irritable than she did before.] It needs its tongue cut out.

[charring]

No. No lighters or rocks. Not with me around.

[And she's right. Charlie's never heard of Westeros. She'll file it away for Later. Arya didn't seem to want to say much past that.] I wouldn't go near the teeth. They look awful. If they don't kill you right off, you're likely to die from some weird infection or something.

[The plant needed a dentist see what I did there?.]

[thepointyend]

Are you magic?

[Yeah, she's still looking pretty wary. Of both the plant and of her.]

[charring]

No. Just...considered different where I'm from. Nothing magical about it. [The plant is now hitting a very long and high note and Charlie starts stepping back from it.] If it's going to do that, I can't focus.

[thepointyend]

[Arya takes a step towards it, Needle at the ready. She's not going to let a stupid plant get the best of her.] I can.

[charring]

[Charlie stops her retreat and watches Arya for a second before following.] Might want to watch your feet. It's sending things after them.

[Charlie, meanwhile, was keeping an eye on the vines creeping towards her own feet. Every once in a while, one would flare and recoil rapidly, shrinking from the flames that appeared on their leaves.]

[thepointyend]

[Arya jabs at the vines with Needle, her sword apparently just as effective in driving them back as Charlie's vines. It does make it tricky to get near the plant, though. Arya's not having any success there at all.]