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    Re: A Good Day For A Show

    Post by Tally on Thu Jun 30, 2016 2:00 pm

    With Uriels performance over Sonia retook her seat, though not without playful jabbing on both sides from Alex and Tally. "Fan girl," the brunette murmured low enough for only Sonia to hear. Sonia snorted and Ttone, who had been paying far more attention to the stage than Tally had, suddenly lit up and cheered.

    "Hi Mr. Rasa!" She waved to the sangheili with both hands, nearly popping Tally in the face with her elbow as she did so. The swords woman, who had barely avoided being hit, now finally turned her attention to the stage. Well she'll be damned, that really was Rasa up there, and he was going to perform one of his peoples dances too!

    "What do you think it'll be like?" Ttone asked her in a hushed voice.

    "I don't know," Tally answered, but boy did they both find out quick. With a thunderous cry the Sangheili began to dance, and what a dance it was. Both mother and daughter watched silently alongside their friends as the alien on the stage put everything he had into his movements. His dance spoke of things that Tally could only slightly grasp, emotions she wasn't even sure she fully understood.

    And then it was over, and Ttone started to whoop in Tally's ear. The older woman startled and then looked to where Rasa was bowed on the stage before joining in. "Whoo! Go Rasa!" This time it was she who clapped the loudest out of the group, and at the end when she finally stopped Sonia jabbed her gently in the side.

    "Fan girl," Sonia whispered.

    "Pht! Shut up." Tally whispered back, red in the face.
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    Re: A Good Day For A Show

    Post by The Spine on Thu Jun 30, 2016 7:21 pm

    Next was a puppet show, put on by the two familiar faces he had briefly met in the Sanctuary so long ago. He watched with a polite smile as they told a fairytale of their own devising. Set in a kingdom as fairytales often were, it was the story of a cat who was forced to marry a king against her wishes. When the king decided to…do away with his daughter because he wanted a male heir, the poor cat ran away. The jerk king's nicer brother then swooped in to save the day, and was declared the proper king while the cat married her best friend whom she had wanted all along. It was the sort of thing The Spine could definitely appreciate; a nice change of pace to add variety to the show. He clapped earnestly for the pair as they took their bows. He appreciated a good story just as much as the next guy, and that had certainly been an enjoyable one.

    A magic act! Not entirely unexpected, even if he hadn't seen their signatures on the sign-up sheet. He was almost glad Rabbit and Hatchworth weren't present to see it; their grips on reality were loose enough, and that first trick was a good enough start to make even The Spine question his briefly. There was clearly nothing in that magic hat, and yet when the water went in, sure enough, a nice bouquet of flowers came out. Their next trick was an uncertain success, as a balloon exploded into a rainbow of scarves at the prod of a wand. But wait, there's more! Her assistant into a rabbit! He tried not to think too hard about that one… Which was a sign that the act was going well, of course. When she tried to turn her back again, however, they got a bit more than they bargained for as a much larger unusual creature took her assistant's place before she managed to turn her back to normal once more. It was a trick that left the robot's mouth hanging open in a mixture of confusion and bewilderment. He almost forgot to clap…

    As the next act readied his performance, The Spine leaned forward in his seat a bit. He wasn’t sure what that glowing had been, but whatever it was, he felt it safe to assume that it would be well worth watching. And he was right; as if the fire spinning wasn't enough, the robot's mouth hadn't been closed for long before it opened again in awe of this performer's…he couldn't think of any word better to describe it than "magical." Glowing and flying like that were simply not possible for regular humans, and he applauded heartily at the end of this performance as well after a brief system check to ensure that all that light hadn't damaged his photoreceptors. (It hadn't.)

    Next was a traditional war dance of the performer's people. Although The Spine couldn't say he understood it completely, he did recognize the passion in the performance and song. He could hear the pride and sorrow in the way that he sang, and although the stomping could be baffling, knowing that it was traditional and memorial all the same brought meaning to every step, and The Spine clapped for it at the end all the same. The thought of trying to follow such genuine emotion wasn't a thing that had bothered The Spine for quite some time, and yet now it was his turn, and here he was with simulated performance anxiety making his boiler work just a little bit harder than before.

    Disregarding that, he took a large swig from his water bottle before leaving it on his chair and heading backstage to fetch his guitar.



    ((OOC Note for me, too; feel free to imagine whatever tune you like best for this song. I had one in mind while I was writing it, but I never recorded it or anything for various reasons and I'm not sure I like the tune I was thinking of anyway, soooo... Yeah. There's a reason I stick to drawing and writing. xD))



    The Spine was next to take to the stage, his guitar strap fitting neatly between a pair of the titanium fins protruding from his back. The shiny black acoustic guitar had been painstakingly polished just for the occasion. The Spine was in his typical stage clothes, but without his awesome coat and his tie. He had also left his vest unbuttoned in the interest of staying cool and donning a more casual aesthetic. (Or at least that's how the humans back home had explained the very same decision in the past…)

    As per his programming, he started off by introducing himself. "Hello, Central Park! My name's The Spine and I'm a former member of a group of singing, musical automatons known back home as Steam Powered Giraffe. This is a little ditty I wrote not too long ago; it's called 'Home.' Enjoy."

    And with that, he went right into the song. The intro wasn't incredibly long—only four bars—but it did start out slow. Like most acoustic songs, it had a soothingly heartfelt sound to it. Aside from the toe of his boot gently tapping the tempo he was following like a metronome, he remained fairly still as he played. Following right on cue was the first verse, sung at a clearly audible volume, but still with a gentle sort of confusion in every word.

    When did everything change?
    Become so similar yet strange?
    Was it a change overnight,
    Or just evaded my sight?
    Where did time go...

    I think I’ve seen this before,
    It's all just changin’ once more;
    It may seem black's gone to white,
    But look care-fully, you'll find
    It’s the same world...
    And it’s right outside your dooo-ooo-ooor...


    The chorus followed after only two more plucked notes, the tempo picking up after only the first few words until the automaton was bobbing rhythmically to the accelerated beat.

    It, ain't, easy findin' places in a new land...
    May not be anyone there willin’ who can take your hand...
    But I’ve seen this all before,
    Trust me, I’ll see it even mo-o-ore...

    There’s just one thing we can call this place and it’s
    hooooh-oooh-ooh-oh-oooooooh-oooh-oooh-ooooome...


    The only thing that could've made this song have a more country feel now would be if two more automatons were singing their parts in his song as well, harmonizing just as they all had been programmed to do. As it was, it sounded incomplete to his trained ear. He had written the song to survive with just him playing it, but he was only programmed to write 3-part harmonies, and there had been several times as he had been writing it when he had wanted to consult Rabbit about what should come next. But that was neither here nor there, and he performed without any indication of these thoughts whatsoever.

    The previous drawn out note was followed by an instrumental break during which The Spine continued to carry a third of the intended tune above the rhythmic strumming of his guitar. He also started swaying with the music during this break, his toe stilling in favor of the beat that the bobbing and swaying of his body was following. Even as the next verse debuted, he showed no sign of returning the tempo to its original speed.

    Great dark cities seem strange,
    Vast untamed wilds and plains,
    But let’s not fear the outside,
    It isn’t like us to hide,
    From our own lands...

    It’s a clever disguise,
    Just a little trick of your eyes,
    It can be real hard to see,
    Even for someone like me,
    It’s frustratin’...
    Seein’ this time and time agaaain...


    The next lines were suddenly much slower, only three strums backing up the first before the second was accompanied only by silence;

    But... this... time...
    There is one little difference...


    The guitar returned, but the strums were clearly separated, punctuating only a few beats each line. The song sped back up only slightly, giving the modified chorus a much more gentle feel than the quicker section of the song had had.

    Oh, you, all can find your places in this new land...
    Look around, we’re all willing and can take your hand...
    ‘Cause we’ve all been there before,
    And you, well, you are just one mo-o-ooore...


    He gradually sped back up just a little with a crescendo;

    Soon you’ll be seein’ that this place is your
    Hooooh-oooh-ooh-oh-oooooooh-oooh-oooh-ooooome...


    And after another brief instrumental portion, he sang the title line just one more time, letting it gradually slow into the end of his little song.

    Hooooh-oooh-ooh-oh-oooooooh-oooh-oooh-ooooome...


    And with that, he swung his guitar to his side and took a modest bow. "Thank you."

    He stowed his guitar away backstage once more before returning to his seat to patiently await the final act of the day.
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    Re: A Good Day For A Show

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Fri Jul 01, 2016 10:59 am

    Though KARR tended to prefer the open road in favor of bustling city streets, there were some things that required tolerating the numerous citizens and heavy traffic flow. One of which being maintenance, and the other... Well, he was passing right by it. The wayward AI may not have seen or heard much regarding the talent show, the small community event that it was. However, there was no way he could ignore the sounds and activity that centered around a simple wooden stage in the middle of the park. His surveillance mode was made for detecting suspicious activity, but unusual activity registered within it as well. This gathering in the park? To him it was most unusual. The two-toned vehicle pulled into the lane nearest to the park entrance, and lazily idled in, his amber scanner sweeping briskly from side to side as he took in the event from afar.

    Food, seating, numerous faces that were both new and familiar. A few he found pleasing to see once again, and a few others he could have spent his day without noticing.

    However, KARR did pick up on a face that he had not seen in a long, long while. Silver and black glinted upon the stage, the tall, lean chassis of The Spine unmistakable. Could he have upgraded from a simple park performance to a full concert? The AI turned and came to a stop in a nearby parking space, where he could observe without drawing too much attention to himself. After all, who would question the presence of a simple car, especially in a place where cars tended to be?

    "Hello, Central Park! My name's The Spine and I'm a former member of a group of singing, musical automatons known back home as Steam Powered Giraffe. This is a little ditty I wrote not too long ago; it's called 'Home.' Enjoy."

    Huh, for a concert, it was odd he was only going to sing one song. Perhaps it was a really long one? All the same, KARR had never been to a real concert; he had only heard of them over the radio. The rest was a mystery he did not tend to put computing power towards solving. The automaton's foot tapped alongside his guitar strumming, a heartfelt tune sung from his vocalizers and projected to the crowd. He sang of belonging, of finding a place in a new world. Although the song itself was not overly long, there was something about it that the AI found he could relate to. While the song went on, KARR activated his recording functions, a way to keep the tune to himself once the performance was over in order to look it over later on. For reasons of analysis and understanding, of course. Purely pragmatic.

    Once the last lyric faded on the summer breeze and the song ended however, The Spine merely took a bow and gave his thanks before descending from the stage. That was it? Well, in any case...

    Should the automaton look out towards the parking lot, he would find one car sitting there with it's beamers flicking on and off. The AI may not have been able to applaud, but he had seen this action done a few times at the Drive-In theater when a movie was particularly good. However, once he was done, the AI started his engines once again, and pulled back out onto the road. He had never meant to stay for too long, and there were places he had to be, unfortunately.
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    Re: A Good Day For A Show

    Post by Nyreena Dark Savaridin on Sun Jul 03, 2016 9:34 pm

    Once the puppet show was done and over with Nyreena wondered who would be going up next then when she saw Uriel getting set up for his act she looked on curiously as to what he would be doing then when he was ready to go her blue eyes quickly lit up as he created the fire then the music starting he leaned over and when the warhorn-like sound came he began his dance swinging the flaming chained orbs he had at the same time and started making simple shapes with them that amazed her quite a bit. Then as the act began to build sparks started to shoot from the rock, Uriel's body began to glow, then with the first energetic beat of the song and his dancing went faster that's when Nyreena was absolute amazed by how complicated his routine was getting and by the time the rocks had become plumes of fire, his body was glowing, and he had sent the orbs flying high into what looked like a flaming halo she was in a complete and wondrous awe at what she was seeing. When Uriel began to sing the lyrics were so mesmerizing and compelling that while in her awe she had shed a few tears and never even realized that she did. As he sung the halo of fire had descended and when he had finished the last lyric they crashed onto him, making her gasp in surprise at that, but when they had wrapped around him the brighter orb of light encompassed them then as the bass of the music came through the orb had dispersed and Uriel had jumped into the air the wings that had appeared made Nyreena's jaw drop wide open and her glowing gaze glowed brighter than ever and continued to look like that throughout the last bit of his dance and when he landed and given his bow. Never in her existence had she seen something so majestic and wondrous as that dance and it had truly moved her like no other.

    Still lost in her awe she didn't even realize that Rasa had taken the stage and as soon as he had stomped and let out his cry it had snapped Nyreena out of her stupor and quickly look around to see what was going on before she saw that Rasa was performing his dance and singing in his native tongue. She could feel the heart and soul that he put into his dance and just as quickly as he had started it it was over and he gave his bow, saying his thanks at the same time and she gave her appreciative applause impressed by the display that he had given. After Rasa The Spine had stepped up on the stage and introduced himself and the original song that he was going to sing and the song that he sang quickly reminded her of the song she chose and listening to it she shed a few more tears at how heartfelt it was. After he had finished and gave his bow she gave a great applause to that and couldn't wait to see what was to the be the finale of the show.
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    Re: A Good Day For A Show

    Post by Minion on Tue Jul 05, 2016 5:44 pm

    Applause died down as Uriel took his leave of the stage, leaving it open for whoever was next. Quite a brilliant little show! Mitchell was rather impressed by the amount of pyrotechnics that had already been on display here today. It was almost unexpected, but no less entertaining. Arriving from behind the stage came a massive man of brown skin tones. An alien, or so Mitchell assumed to himself, one he'd never met before. He was quite tall, and definitely quite muscular as he was wearing cloth around his waist, with bangles adorning his wrists. He wielded a very hefty blade of some kind, perhaps a show of his weaponry skills? The voice was a deep rumble, head bowing respectfully. After a quick show of gratitude for the opportunity to perform, the beefy alien explained that he was to demonstrate a battle dance from his culture, to honor his fallen people. That earned Mitchell's attention very quick, the seemingly muscular man lurking a bit closer to the last row of chairs to get a better look. Indeed, many of the acts so far had been rather...human in origin. Aside from perhaps Uriel's show, as it definitely incorporated some sort of supernatural elements, every other act had its roots in Earth culture. Which wasn't a problem, as it was the only culture Minion himself had ever known growing up. But to see something from another culture altogether...? That would be quite a nice change of pace.

    Finding an empty chair to rest his arms upon, Mitchell leaned on them with his eyes centered on the stage as Rasa began. And begin he did! With loud bellows and guttural snarls, the sounds were matched only by the thudding of his stomping on the wooden stage. For a moment, as his amber eyes widened, Minion wondered if the stage would hold. Fingers grasped the back of the chair as Rasa continued, weapon swinging through the air to slice imaginary enemies. The only rhythm to be found was in the movement of the alien's body, hands slapping together and working up quite a sweat for himself! ...If Rasa possessed any sweat glands, that is. The alien fish beneath the disguise was hypnotized, like an outsider witnessing a beloved ritual. Not understanding some of the significance, perhaps, but still able to appreciate the beauty of Rasa's efforts to honor his brethren. And, as quick as he started, all of the sound had stopped. All was suddenly, piercingly silent. Rasa bowed, uttering a quick thanks, and Minion took that as permission to applaud. Hands slapped together fiercely, his own clapping might carry a soft metallic noise to it but the fish did not care. The alien who spoke very little deserved applause! The cheers were provided by a young woman and an even younger girl who looked to be part of a group of friends, or perhaps family. Another noise entirely joined the applause, a deep and throaty noise that had Mitchell turning to look for the source. Ah, a dragon! Only here in Portal Breach could one dryly note the presence of such a scaly creature of myth.

    A robot stepped up to the stage, one that had Mitchell's head quirking curiously. Minion had known quite a few of the robots who called the Breach home, and he had helped bring some to life in Megamind's lab. Here however, was a very humanoid robot who looked to be wearing a rather dapper outfit! The Spine...member of a singing group of automatons! The name of the band was also very interesting, much like the robot's own name. He'd be performing an original song, one titled 'Home'. Settling against the chair again, Mitchell was ready to listen. It seems home was a common theme throughout this show, varied as it was. From puppet shows and magic shows, to interpretive dance and a saucy number, to fiery dances and a cultural show from battles long since ended, the variety was quite pleasing.

    When it came to music, Minion was a fan of it, though not enough to make his own. It all seemed so complicated, it was much easier to just dance to something he knew by heart. But like before, the lyrics for this song seemed to strike him to the core, aided only by the catchy music accompanying it. Home... as the Spine continued to sing, the young man that made up his disguise became relaxed, eventually closing his eyes with Minion's own as he took in the melody. To be taking part in this felt...nice. For so long he had been disconnected from people as a whole, and now he felt more solid. True, nobody here really knew him, but for now he was fine to be a face in the crowd. To sit here without being judged, questioned. Minion could breath, could exist... And who knows? Maybe next time this happened, he could help make a dish. As the song came to an end, a feeling of peace overcame the fish as he opened his eyes and clapped in tandem with the rest of the crowd. His chest felt swelled with pride for the people who had the guts to perform, who laid their talents out for others to enjoy. More than anything, he clapped for the sense of peace the people here had managed to evoke in him, a peace he had been missing for a very long time.
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    Re: A Good Day For A Show

    Post by Discord on Thu Jul 07, 2016 11:55 pm

    The next one to take the stage was… A deer.

    Just a small doe with a large, blue bowtie around her neck. She came around from behind the stage, climbed up onto the platform, and proceeded directly to center stage. She then turned to face the audience, and did a bouncy little tap dance.

    It was only then that Discord himself took the stage, coming up the same way the deer had, putting his claws together in a hearty round of applause. He was dressed in a rather dapper black suit, complete with the same blue bowtie as the doe and a top hat. "Wonderful! Simply marvelous, well done. Take a bow!" The doe promptly ducked her head whilst swinging one foreleg to the side, the goofy little bow completing her performance. "What a talent… Sleep." The doe's eyes slipped shut, her ears drooped, and she seemed to fall asleep where she stood, swaying slightly but remaining upright. With that, the draconequus turned to address the gathered audience.

    "Greetings! For those of you who do not already know, my name is Discord," he announced. "It is with the deepest regret that I inform you all that, contrary to what the program may have told you all, I will not be performing today. I know, I know, simply tragic… I was so looking forward to demonstrating my wonderful skills to you all today, but alas, a long-standing frienemy of mine has wounded my pride, and therefore I am simply unable to entertain you all… A runner does not continue his sport on a sprain, after all." He seemed genuinely sorrowful of this, his words littered with overly-wistful sighs, and even a single tear running down his long face.

    He paused for one moment, but in the next, he was positively gleeful; no sign of his apparent "distress." "BUT! Luckily for you all, I have come up with a solution!" Drum roll please… "In just a few short moments, a lucky few of you are going to come onstage and perform in my place! That is when I am going to ask for a couple of volunteers to come up here with my lovely assistant Rosie. I will then put those few into a suggestive trance for an exciting journey back in time!

    "Before I accept any volunteers, however, I would like to clarify something for you all; this is not mind control. I cannot force you to do anything you do not wish to do. As you have seen, I can easily persuade Rosie here to come onstage and do a little dance for you all. I cannot, however, persuade her to dive headfirst off of the stage. And, although she may believe herself to be in a different place entirely right now, she does recognize dangers around her and will not fall off the stage either, even if I were to tell her to go out into the audience. This trance is merely a trick of the mind; to put it simply, when you go under, it will be as if you are dreaming.

    "There are certain people this trick may not work for; if you have severe trust issues, impenetrable psychic barriers which you are unwilling to temporarily drop, or the imagination of a vegetable, I would advise you to simply enjoy the show from the comfort of your seat. Otherwise, all should be well. Anyone is free to come up here, and the more spontaneous and imaginative you are, the better the show for the rest of us."


    With all that out of the way, Discord clapped his paws together with an eager grin. "So!" His gaze swept the gathered audience. "Do I have any brave volunteers ready to go on a fun little adventure?"



    ((OOC: Sorry for the delay, my muse has been suffering recently, blah blah blah excuses... BUTNOWI'MPUMPEDLET'SGO!!!
    You heard the dragon horse thingy, this act will require some other participants! About 3 or 4 is plenty, just have your character join Disco and Rosie onstage. Once I have a couple people, I'll make just one more post detailing your "adventure" (which Rosie will be doing along with you :D) for the volunteers to react to, and then that's that. As far as who this will technically work for, most humans are safe, the transformers should be safe, idk who else… I'm technically using a watered-down version of his level 30 power if you want more info, except not detrimental to anyone's health. Now WHO'S WITH ME?!))
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    Re: A Good Day For A Show

    Post by Wind Waker Link on Fri Jul 08, 2016 6:48 am

    Dumplings! Lots of dumplings! Link smiled up at Jo, bobbed his head once in thanks then wandered back to his seat (not before grabbing some little quiches and fruit skewers from the table along the way)

    The show continued on, after Kev and Livewire, it was Uriel with a dazzling display of firey dancing swinging orby things. Link was mesmerised and made a note of maybe asking Uriel to teach him. He wasn’t very sure about dancing, but he wanted to swing fireballs around in the same way as well! In fact, you can be sure that once he gets home, he’s going to try and practice some fire arrows twirling to see if he can get the same effect. As if reading his thoughts, his fairy took one look at her mesmerised face and quiet said to herself that it might be a good idea to have a fire extinguisher ready.

    “Mah!” yelped Link as Uriel did a flyover the audience, he reached a hand up to keep his hat on his head, and the other hand to protect his precious food. When it was all over, the innkeeper spent a few seconds blinking bright white spots from his vision whilst bursting into a giant series of applause, whistling as well. Needless to say, Uriel’s fire play got himself a fan! Leaf, Link’s pyromanic fairy would heartily approve.

    Then it was… Rasa? Well, Link certainly wasn’t expecting him on stage. What was he going to perform? He had difficulty imagining what he would perform. Oh wait, it was dancing. Link struggled very hard to imagine Rasa doing a delicate dance similar to Nyreena’s, nope, that image wasn’t coming at all.

    Well, turns out, Rasa’s dance was nothing like Nyreena’s. In fact, the first roar startled Link so much that the dumplings in his plate flew a good inch into the air before settling back down. Link can’t help but stare at the performance from start to end, food very forgotten. It was so different and… powerful. He’d never seen anything like it. By the end of it, Link almost felt compelled to dress in the same fashion and join in, though he wasn’t sure if that would be considered a compliment to Rasa’s performance, or inconsiderate to his culture?

    As if to calm down the excitement generated from Uriel and Rasa’s performance, the next one was set to be a song. It started off slow then accelerated. Where the previous performances had the innkeeper at the very edge of his seat, this one allowed him to sink back into his chair and take the time to enjoy the atmosphere, the weather, the surroundings and the food. Now he rather wished he had one of those mobile phone things to contact his other friends and have them join him here.

    The song ended sooner than Link would have liked. If he could speak, he would be asking for an encore just so that he could enjoy another chilled out moment for a bit longer. But the next performer came on and Link was suddenly filled with curiosity for the next act. A deer? A tap-dancing deer?

    Then Discord came along and next thing they knew, the deer was asleep. A sleep spell! So he was performing magic? What other magic was he going to cast? Fire? Water? Wind? Uh… or not, apparently he can’t perform? Okay, Link was confused now. Now he wants somebody in the audience to perform in his place? And he’s going to… what was that word again? Hypnotise them? Was that the correct term?

    He’d been under control by enemies before and can’t say he particularly wished to experience it again. Yet at the same time, when he had also controlled others before as well and the experience taught him that whilst control was give, it’s not complete control over their minds and if anything dangerous happened, he would snap out of it…. Hmmm….

    Link glanced around the audience. There were so many familiar faces around and they were in a public area. He highly doubt he would be in any danger of doing something too reckless. Whether it was curiosity or the excitement from the previous other performances were still running high in his system, Link found himself putting up his hand to volunteer and maybe waving it around a bit too enthusiastically. "Aa!"
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    Re: A Good Day For A Show

    Post by Shaiamils on Sat Jul 16, 2016 1:38 pm

    Shaiamils rushed back into the bathrooms as he left the stage. He stopped at a sink, looking at himself in the mirror above it. The avian doctor couldn't help himself. He started to laugh uncontrollably. He had done it, he had really done it. And the audience seemed happy with it, too, Fear especially. In the days leading up to the show, the feathery alien had wondered if he could really pull such a thing off, but it would seem that there was no need for him to have ever worried about it. He was so happy in that moment, so relieved.

    The doctor wiped the tears from his eyes, and had considered changing back into his normal clothes for a moment. As he continued to admire his reflection in the mirror, however, the notion was quickly shaken from his head. Despite how much he hated to seem arrogant, he couldn't help but notice just how good he looked in this getup. Shaiamils backed away from the sink a little, trying to get a look at himself from all possible angles. As a matter of fact, he really liked wearing it, too. There couldn't be any harm in wearing it for just a little longer, could there? No, certainly not!

    As he left the bathroom to join the audience, he was almost immediately stopped by Olabisi, who had so generously put the costume together for him.

    "Oh hey there!" he said to her. "What is it?"

    It would seem that she wanted to take a few pictures of him in his costume. The avian gladly obliged her, chuckling at her enthusiasm.

    "Sure, why not?"
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    Re: A Good Day For A Show

    Post by Invader Zim on Sat Jul 16, 2016 3:37 pm

    Happening upon this happy occasion rather late was a rather shrimpy alien. Antennae twitched about from all the noise, the smells of food as well. And of course, the natural body odor generated by a huge group of people in close proximity during the summer. Once the Computer had finally gotten fed up with Zim's moping, he'd ejected the alien right out of his base and locked all the doors and windows. Still grumbling under his breath, the Irken swore vengeance! But until then he might as well meander around the City to kill time and generate ideas. His typical march was a bit stiffer than usual, goosestepping down the sidewalk before the Park managed to grab his attention. Fatty foods, cooked meat, loud singing and frightening roars...even some pyrotechnics! Curiosity piqued, metallic spider legs ejected from his PAK to carry him heads above so he could actually see what was going on.

    Situated in the corner of the park was a wooden structure, a stage by the looks of it as Zim watched a large and vaguely threatening looking alien walk off of it. "HMMMM?" Could this perhaps be a grisly death battle that people were watching?! Had that big alien won? The stage was soon taken by a familiar looking robot, who of course was armed with a guitar. Once the singing began, Zim realized with no small amount of disappointment that this wasn't a Gladiator arena at all! Well, there went any chance of blood shed improving his mood. One antennae perked to hear the music, Zim continued to move about the area. Buggy pinkish red eyes scanned the food stands with a huff. As if he wanted to be anywhere near those cooked meats and barbeques! Turning his no-nose face up, Zim reached within a PAK and pulled out his own bag of Irken chips to munch on. Far better than any other food here!

    By the time the song had ended, Zim had likewise finished his snack, the last cripsy potato tossed into his mouth before his clawed hands balled up the bag and half-heartedly threw it into a trash can. Turning back to the stage, his eyebrows rose as a deer of all things walk up. One with a little bowtie around its neck. Tapping its hooves in a little dance, Zim pursed his lips as he eyed the performance. Before he could boo it off stage though, a new creature walked up on stage in a suit! Some sort of...lab experiment that got caught in a blender, Zim was sure! With a matching bowtie, he clapped for the deer and told it to bow, which it did. After, he told it to sleep and the deer nodded off right on stage! Interesting... Whoever this thing was, he apparently was not performing, which made the Irken wonder why he was on stage in the first place then! However, Discord went on to explain that whatever tricks he had in mind would be performed by volunteers. Some sort of hypnosis was it? A shame he hadn't been aware of this little thing, or else he could have brought back Pustulio! A crying shame indeed, but no use crying over spilled milk.

    First to go up on stage to volunteer was the young Link boy. Or uh...one of them. Frankly he lost track of which was which, especially since they lived and worked at the same place! Either way, a blond child ran up to be hypnotized. Rubbing his chin, Zim considered the idea of going up. His trust issues were FINE, quite fine! Irkens may have been very great, but they were NOT very psychic. And imagination! Zim's imagination was vast, big and impressive like a giant fist that squished nonbelievers into a gross pulp! Who could doubt the potential he had in every INCH of his BODY? Metallic legs clicking with every step, Zim maneuvered around the chairs to make his way up on stage, eyes squinting at the Discord. "Let us SEE what you've got, CREATURE!" The Irken really was kicking himself now, if only he had Pustulio this could be a hypnotism-off!
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    Re: A Good Day For A Show

    Post by Fear on Sat Jul 16, 2016 5:39 pm

    Goodness, blink and you miss it.

    Puppet shows, magic tricks, exploding runes bursting into FIRE, and thundering meaty aliens! By the time a certain well-dressed robot appeared on stage and captured the audience with his rather magnificent voice, Fear's brain was already scrambled seven ways to Sunday. He slapped both grotesque hands against his metal cheeks, groaning, "OoooOOOOoooh, I think I'm getting a psssychic migraine..." Warning, warning - stimulation overload, people!

    The superfiend was seeing stars, but he was made of tougher stuff. Fear shook his head once, twice, and finished all that rattling inside his iron dome with a few well-placed butts of a leathery palm. "What'sss that?" he inquired, in the usual grave tone. Something about hiding a particular - "Oh, that! Ha ha ha..." Riiiight, Kev's darling little underwear with a cute ghosties print. As shameless as sin, the helmeted ghoul cheekily shrugged. "What can I sssay, mate? I predicted an opportunity and I took it. We'll asssk for it back after the ssshow," Fear hissed. Hey, at least those undies weren't stained, right? Count your blessings where they fell, Kev. You should also count yourself fortunate that the superfiend actually remembered your flabbergasted question from earlier... Fear's answer had come well after Kev's and Livewire's puppet show finished!

    "Hmm... I feel like I jussst missssed a consssiderable gap in time." Ah well, not the first incident, really. He finished scratching his helmet with a foul talon and pooled all concentration to the here and now. "I think everyone did a sssplendid job," Fear praised. Who didn't fancy a good display of magic and fire and big, muscular men stomping all over the stage? "Mm~!" He was particularly thrilled about that last one. "A-Anyway, you both performed wonderfully, you two!" Kev and Livewire each found a corpse hand resting upon their shoulders, the superfiend chuckling. "You went up there dessspite all the butterfliesss in your ssstomach." He paused, "...Well, not that either of you have a ssstomach, but you know what I mean. Point isss, I am very proud of you both." It took a heavy pair of stones to actually go up on stage and perform for a crowd such as this one! Come to think, would Fear be able to weather a bout of stage fright? He thought for a moment and released a pensive - "Hmm..." - but ultimately shook that decayed melon of his. "Ha ha, nope. The lassst time I performed for a live audience and did a trick, they all violently tore themssselvesss apart in a blood-sssoaked frenzy. Good timesss, good timesss..." In conclusion, it was probably not a very solid idea to have Fear perform one of his, ahem, 'talents'.

    "Do I have any brave volunteers ready to go on a fun little adventure?"

    Huh, what?

    Fear glanced up just in time to spy a familiar assortment of random animal parts lumped into one, somehow functional being. "Oh hey, it'sss Darwin'sss grab bag. What'sss he doing on ssstage?" Give it a moment, bless. Being dead also meant severely lacking in the neuron department. Three... Two... "Ohhh! Isss the ssshow ssstill going?" Bingo. Ladies and gentlemen, he can be taught!  "Ha ha. I mussst have, er... blinked." The understatement of the century, but Fear rolled with the punches. There was one little detail he wouldn't roll with, however...

    Upon hearing that magical term, 'volunteers', the superfiend wrapped his spindly arms around Livewire like an iron vice. "Oh no," he hissed with a shake of his head, metaphorical heels digging in. "He'sss not turning our little bumblebee into a microwave."

    Go get your own space robit, amalgamation! Better yet, take the loud, green alien-thingy instead!
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    Re: A Good Day For A Show

    Post by Arro on Sun Jul 17, 2016 12:32 am

    Arro had continued to enjoy the overzealous performers as they danced and sang. No song regardless of it's quality could keep him still for long however. The ruddy creature fidgeted before arching his back in a long stretch and trotting off, it was hard to stay still in one place without something to weigh down his stomach, but more than that his claws and ropey muscles compelled him by their existence to stretch and move.

    The dragon skirted the sitting guests again, weaving delicately between the few crossing his path, chirping lightly as he went. He hopped from foot to foot in an antsy trot towards the service table, where he'd last seen Hraktl. He pondered what his chatty friend had gotten up to over the course of the show.

    "Kawkraoork!" Came the sharp response from somewhere out of sight.

    Upon spotting his approach the pied crow popped up on the table in a iridescent flash. She croaked again and sputtered in mangled bird speech. A prodigious cluster of potato chips was lodged in her beak which she seemed to have forgotten about. Salty crumbs scattered over the tablecloth and were kicked to the floor by her clumsy feet. She tried to chatter again before realizing the problem, and switched tasks to breaking up and swallowing her feast. Cracking chips in half and losing about as much as she swallowed as crumbs on the wind. Once her airway was clear she started back up talking and launched into a convoluted tale of her victory over a crustacean hoard. It was a cacophony of caws and guttural hoarse croaks. She'd nearly died the way she went on, and her enemies, so loathsome and ugly they had been. Crawling gravity bound things, with rock hard armor and massive sharp beaks on their limbs. They tried to eat her and steal the bounty she'd discovered.

    Arro cawed quietly back, passing a sidelong glance along the length of the table. Still crawling with lobsters, he could only assume this was a victory over obtaining a bag of the human food she was scarfing down. Clever though she was for a bird, details were hard to come by in the corvid's brain. It took a long familiarity with her for him to piece together a string of kraks and kroaks into any intelligible message beyond 'Give me food'. But those messages once received almost always coalesced into self-aggrandizing rants. It took observation to reconstruct the bits of truth that escaped her crow-filter.

    A low chatter gradually breached his consciousness as he croaked quietly with the bird. The familiar voice eventually succeeded in stealing his attention despite Hraktl's insistent caws. Arro had missed the lengthy introduction to Discord's act but caught the curious explanation.

    Performing in his place under a trance?

    He wondered what this act would look like to outside observers if the performance was all in their heads. Would they be repeating their imagined actions within the confines of the stage, like a dreamer trapped in fitful sleep?

    A few volunteers clambered up with Discord eagerly enough. Zim and one of the blonde Link children. Arro rumbled curiously and drifted away from Hraktl, prowling cautiously but intently towards the wooden deck. Despite Discord's assurances a part of himself grumbled that this was foolish. But overall his mood had lately been mercurial, life in the wild with nothing but animals to interact with was beginning to feel too simple and monotonous at times. The idea of letting someone muck around in his head was disturbing but also intriguing in a morbid, reckless kind of way. It would be something new at least, maybe even fun, or it might give him a migraine like the conversation debris of the telepaths. He simply didn't know and that was what made it alluring.

    Arro slipped languidly past the dangling feet of the front row and sprung up in a flash onto the stage. He landed in a crouch and uncoiled, watching Discord curiously, still taking his measure of him. He cocked an ear to listen to the breathing of those near him, his tail rapping dully against the wooden stage in thought. Then as if reacting to some unseen signal Arro stretched out on the floor, forelimbs crossing in front of him and hindquarters bunching up behind in a facsimile of a massive cat.

    "Alright, show me what I've got," he finally decided. Playing off the theme of Zim's earlier challenge. Afterall, according to Discord the trance was something the volunteer generated.

    He hoped the dream, or whatever it turned out to be, would be a good one.


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    Re: A Good Day For A Show

    Post by Mortis on Sun Jul 17, 2016 4:00 am

    If having Rasa roaring in her ears was not enough, now the damn dragon was making the chairs shake with his bestial reply. For a long while Mortis had been content to ignore the beast, despite what had been instigated out in the wilderness over a handful of wolves. But the added thunder had startled the lamb out of her earlier reassurance, jolting in her Ma's lap looking around with her ears attentively forward. It was tempting to go back there and shut the beast up. However, more pressing concerns literally occupied his hands, as he set about devoting attention to his adoptive daughter. "Ssss... Husssh Woolie, hussssh..." He soothed again, the undead's psychic spell settling itself within the ewe's mind and steadying her frazzling nerves. It was not every day she had to see so many teeth and hear so many booming roars at once.

    How fortunate that the next performance was not so robust as the previous two.

    Some manner of droid stepped onto the stage, dressed in black and holding a guitar. Huh, other than a few differences, it reminded the superfiend of the one he practiced with on the odd evening, resting in the study. After introducing himself and the song he would be playing, the droid known as The Spine began with a gentle tap of his foot to keep the tempo. For Mortis, his usual occupation tended to make him detest the sounds of life, even music that drifted upon the air... But retirement tended to draw out certain aspects of a person. Over time the ghoul started to enjoy a bit of music here and there, so long as it was not too loud or distracting. This droid's music fit that category, as he sang of home and belonging.

    "OoooOOOOoooh, I think I'm getting a psssychic migraine..."

    Although not everyone was enjoying it so much... Mortis spared a glance over at his brother, the little black lamb cradled in his arms. With all that was going on, naturally, it was going to be overwhelming for one as sensitive as his brother. Even Mortis had been attempting to keep his focus upon Woolie first and the performers second, doing his best to strain out the background noise of the crowd. Even with two decades of having to suffer the amount of vitality in Mega City One, it did not make either of them any less aware of the numerous thoughts, feelings, and vigor that surrounded them both. Thus, Mortis reached out tentatively across their mental link, a request for permission sent as a feeling more than a statement, alongside a soothing sensation to ease his brother's overstimulation. Something to dull the hammering, the throbbing and pounding within his helm.

    Allow me to eassse your dissscomfort, brother. The sheep skulled ghoul offered, though he had not the means to remove any of the stimulation, perhaps he could at least dull the impact. He still had the pendant in his possession, but he doubted his brother would want such a trinket.

    Woolie on the other hand, seemed to be settling a little more with her Ma's aid. Her soft nose searched around for the plate of vegetables that Mortis kept upon his lap, craning her neck to nibble on a piece of carrot. When given the opportunity, she certainly took advantage of every delicious snack available. She glanced up from her meal, cheeks chubby with her favored veggies as she chewed. The shiny metal person had finished his song, bending over before he left the stage. Up next was some strange sort of creature, that was made of other creatures it looked like. Woolie naturally eyed the clawed parts of his limbs and the snaggletooth that curved from under his lip. Her ears started to turn themselves back against her neck, uncertain. Was this one going to stomp and roar too?

    "Hm?" Mortis took note of the lamb's pensive curiosity, along with his brother's tired sounding observation. Evidently the amalgamation had decided to join the showcase, a deer preluding his appearance. He had not seen him since the excursion into the Red Queen's territory, now that he considered it... For a moment Mortis found it surprising he was still around, as things were rather still and overall harmonious for a being as chaotic as he. Although as he went on, apparently his act would be requiring audience volunteers to help him with his performance. A dream-like state was mentioned, and toying with the inner workings of the mind... Under a trusting, consensual agreement of course. Already a number of audience members took to the stage, a child with blonde hair and an inability to speak being the first. Followed by some small, insectoid creature... which looked rather familiar. "Ssss..."

    He talked with it in the Sanctuary during a slow afternoon, he remembered. It had called him a poor Judge for drinking during the day, and Mortis had dared the alien to drink a cup of water to test its so-called superiority. He never did take a drink. Mortis adjusted himself in his seat, toes toying with the grass beneath his feet. It would be interesting to see what sort of folly the amalgamation would pull the one known as Zim into. The last was none other than the crimson beast himself, Arro; Otherwise known as Unprovoked-Attacker-Of Undeads-Who-Were-Minding-Their-Own-Business. Or perhaps He-Who-Is-Severely-Out-Of-Touch. Mortis watched as the overgrown lizard came to sit on the stage, and personally hoped he would do something embarrassing.

    As for any volunteers coming from their little group, the ghoul kept Woolie close as his brother kept Livewire. There would be no microwaves or mutton chops to be made on this day. Although, if the creature took Kev instead... An empty socket glanced to his brother, would he truly want Kev to go on such a trip and have to be stuck along for the ride? In sending only one up to perform, three might be affected in the process! "I think you ssshould reconsssider your wisssh..." Mortis hissed, stroking the lamb's neck as she took another veggie from the plate to nibble on.
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    Re: A Good Day For A Show

    Post by Olabisi on Sun Jul 17, 2016 4:53 pm

    Any attempt to catch Shaiamils after he had left the stage would surely have been in vain. As soon as he left, he made a beeline straight for the restrooms. The doctor was probably going to change out of his costume. Now that was just a damn shame. The mummy had wanted to get a few more pictures of him in costume. For her collection, of course. To her surprise, however, the avian eventually emerged from the restroom still in his costume. Immediately the bandaged alien made a rush towards him.

    "Hey, great job out there, Shai!" she complimented him.

    Hey, tell him I enjoyed it too!

    "Spenst enjoyed the show, too. Do you mind if I get a few pictures of you? I like to keep photos of my favorite projects."

    Ola danced about happily as the feathery alien gladly obliged her.

    "Thanks a bunch!"
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    Re: A Good Day For A Show

    Post by Spenst on Wed Jul 20, 2016 10:42 pm

    Hmm...

    The Ectonurite thought to himself for a moment. It would seem that the sun was starting to go down just a little bit. Though he could easily stay latched onto his Thep Khufan partner all night if he wanted to, there was certainly no reason to if he was able to leave her safely. The ghostly alien stayed silent for a moment, pondering on it further. Perhaps a second opinion would suffice?

    Ola? an all too familiar voice could be heard.

    "Yeah?"

    You think it would be safe for me to come out now?

    "You could certainly try. You know you always have me if it turns out not to be."

    And so the specter could be seen phasing out of the bandaged alien. It would seem that nothing was burning yet. So far, so good!

    "Haha, I guess now I can tell you in person just how much I enjoyed your performance," he said to the avian doctor. "You really did do a great job out there! You should do stuff like that more often."
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    Re: A Good Day For A Show

    Post by Marissa on Wed Jul 20, 2016 11:24 pm

    Oh how Marissa hated her tendency to sleep in right about now. Having a job with late hours often did that to people. It left so little time for the monstress to do the errands she had to run today, and as such, she probably missed a good bit of the performances at today's talent show. That certainly stunk! The furry monster had really wanted to see Shai's opening act, too. If she knew Ola, though, she will most certainly have recorded the whole thing. At least then she would be able to watch it after the fact.

    Just as Marissa had expected, it would seem that she had indeed missed the doctor's performance. There were people on stage, but not one of them was Shai. Well that was just a damn shame! Oh well, she supposed it wasn't all bad. Already a multitude of alluring scents began to fill her monstrous nostrils. Her stomach was already growling in response. Yes, it was about time she helped herself to that wonderful free food! Why was it that so many things taste better when they're free? That there was a fact of life.

    Hopefully for the guests there was enough food here to fill up a monster and still have enough left over for everyone else!

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