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bravenewworld2014-05-02 11:55 pm
bravenewmods) wrote in bravenewworld2014-05-02 11:55 pm
Lights! Camera! Action!
The Kricketune Theaters are Proud to Present: A Night of Laughter and Tears! starring... Union!
Banners and streamers had begun popping up all over town a week in advance, and it wasn't long before the rumors began to spread. The Kricketune Theaters were taking a dive financially and needed a quick promotion to stay in business. The Kricketune Theaters were so rich and their warehouses stocked with so many treasures that they just felt like giving things away out of caprice. (They were artists, after all.) The Kricketune Theaters were a front for the underground gambling industry, and this was a distraction for the rest of Union while the ruffians and thugs of Union divvied up the illicit gains of the year. The Kricketune Theaters were a front for Team Evolution and this was yet another object demonstration; the Team would once again spring Mega Evolution out of their sleeves and win all the prizes.
...Well no one really believed that last one.
Regardless, the news spread quickly: a night of performances put on by the trainers of Union. The best performances by audience vote would receive a prize - some treasure previously unseen in Union altogether. Whether or not one was interested in putting on a show, it was at least a chance to see something out of the ordinary. Or many things. The sign-up list tacked outside the front doors slowly grew in length; everyone had their thoughts as to what would be the ideal production...
Soon enough, the night arrives. 7:00 sharp, the doors open to allow the spectators to come streaming in for a nominal fee; the performers had assembled an hour earlier and now stood nervously watching through cracks in the curtain or conducting last minute rehearsal.
"Laaaaaadies and gentlemen!"
The unseen voice booms out across the theater.
"Please take your seats. The show begins in 15 minutes!"
((You may still sign up groups here. If you are unable to find a group but would like to participate, make a note in the Planning section of that page and we can pair you up with someone. This log will run all week. Voting will begin May 10th based on log progression up to that point.
The grand prize will be, as announced Prism Scales from the swamp. Other prizes for participants will also be available.))
Banners and streamers had begun popping up all over town a week in advance, and it wasn't long before the rumors began to spread. The Kricketune Theaters were taking a dive financially and needed a quick promotion to stay in business. The Kricketune Theaters were so rich and their warehouses stocked with so many treasures that they just felt like giving things away out of caprice. (They were artists, after all.) The Kricketune Theaters were a front for the underground gambling industry, and this was a distraction for the rest of Union while the ruffians and thugs of Union divvied up the illicit gains of the year. The Kricketune Theaters were a front for Team Evolution and this was yet another object demonstration; the Team would once again spring Mega Evolution out of their sleeves and win all the prizes.
...Well no one really believed that last one.
Regardless, the news spread quickly: a night of performances put on by the trainers of Union. The best performances by audience vote would receive a prize - some treasure previously unseen in Union altogether. Whether or not one was interested in putting on a show, it was at least a chance to see something out of the ordinary. Or many things. The sign-up list tacked outside the front doors slowly grew in length; everyone had their thoughts as to what would be the ideal production...
Soon enough, the night arrives. 7:00 sharp, the doors open to allow the spectators to come streaming in for a nominal fee; the performers had assembled an hour earlier and now stood nervously watching through cracks in the curtain or conducting last minute rehearsal.
"Laaaaaadies and gentlemen!"
The unseen voice booms out across the theater.
"Please take your seats. The show begins in 15 minutes!"
((You may still sign up groups here. If you are unable to find a group but would like to participate, make a note in the Planning section of that page and we can pair you up with someone. This log will run all week. Voting will begin May 10th based on log progression up to that point.
The grand prize will be, as announced Prism Scales from the swamp. Other prizes for participants will also be available.))
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Asch leaves out a terribly long sigh, this wasn't how he envisioned his weekend. Aiding his brother in some moronic attempt at winning some grade prize that most likely wasn't even worth it. Not that Asch knew was the prize was but these people didn't seem like the types to have anything of worth.]
You ready? [Glancing down to his Eevee, his Pokemon and Luke's were going to dance around -- or something.. Luke was in charge of this. He has them dressed in the most embarrassing little sweaters too... ugh. That's almost as embarrassing as a certain cousin that carries her Pokemon in purses.]
{Veee~} [The little puff-ball seems excited, being able to show off along side Meiu is a joy.]
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All right, whatever they're doing... they planned it all. I guess they're cute, so whatever.
[Mieu helps to adjust Asch's Eevee's bowtie with his mouth, veeeing happily.]
{I'm so excited! I can't wait!}
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[Nuzzling his head against Meiu's, at least the Pokemon were happy.]
Are you telling me you let the Eevee's plan the entire routine?! Their just baby Pokemon, you dreck!! They can't do this on their own.
[Damn it! Looks like Asch is going to have to think of something right on the spot. Something cute.. ugh, guess that is the best course of action. He leans over, facing the two little Pokemon.] What have you two gotten so far?
[The Eevee's look at one another before veeing happily. They prance over too their props, two beach balls, jumping on them, walking on them, bouncing them between each other, a few simple stunts all coordinated -- that seems to be the jest of it.] .... Ahhhg.. [Rubbing his temple, giving a long drawn out sigh.. what a mess.]
That won't do.
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[He looks around, before grabbing one of the hula hoop props and holding it out, Mieu and Luke Jr jumping through it to go to the other ball effortlessly.]
They're all stupidly proud of themselves about it too.
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No, you wouldn't. You're going to make a fool out of us and these Pokemon.
[He needs to think of something to add to this routine.. something that can dazzle the spectators.. they only have a few more minutes till the show much go on.]
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[Luke rolls his eyes.]
What'll you have them do then? We have five whole minutes.
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[Those few minutes pass and it's time for the Fabre Eevee's to do their thing. Everyone watches as the twins bring their props out.] Alright, Beauty.. give this thing a light. [Holding up one of the hoops the Eevee's were to jump through, keeping it steady it with one of the metal clams from the back.
Oh boy...]
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[Luke's eyes widen, and Mieu cowered a little... but it's too late now. The hoop is lit and they're on stage. So much for their cute performance.....]
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What Asch doesn't understand is Eevee catch on fire, you know what doesn't catch on fire? Vulpixes.] Vull!
[Beauty saves the day by putting on the performance, jumping back and fourth though the hoop. Prancing around pretty and carrying on.. The Eevee's only stand there, looking awkward and even a little sad.] Beauty! NO! Damn it..!
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Chomper! Ugh, stop it already! It's out!
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[Backstage, Luke is seething.]
It would've gone just find without your stupid idea!
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UGH! Mother and father saw everything too! Damn it!
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[Luke groans and picks Mieu up from where he's looking dejectedly out at the scorch marked stage and sighs a little.]
You even managed to singe Mieu and Luke Jr's sweaters! These were expensive you know!
[Actually, he's just worried that they were burnt at all. But he isn't going to show it.]
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You should have told me if this is all you had for them to do! [Picking up his own Eevee then, poor thing.. he does feel a little bad about scaring him like that.] They could have been been better prepared and it wouldn't have sucked.
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