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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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Looking behind her and at the girl who called out, Itsuki guesses that it had to be its trainer. A rebellious little Purrloin huh? Well, she should give her a hand.] Zen, try to restrain him.
[The Squirtle lets go of Blossom and salutes to his trainer. With a light pressured Water Gun, he's aiming for Jack from behind, hopefully give him a little surprise.]
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Jack...!
[despite how wet he is, Mana scoops him up and glares at him]
Bad, Jack! What have I told you about stealing?!
[she turns to Itsuki now]
Thank you... I'm very sorry about this...
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Itsuki retracts her hand when Mana turns back to her, smiley uneasily.] No need to apologize. I'm sorry for Zen getting him that wet. [She glances at her Squirtle who only shrugs in response. Not really his issue.] Are you sure you want to carry him? I can get a towel quickly for you...
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... I wouldn't object to the towel, though...
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Alright. Wait just a moment. Zen, can you stay with them? [Even though he's already drenched, she figures it would be best to leave someone behind if the cat decided to bolt again. He just gives another two fingered salute to his trainer as she trots off to the bathroom areas.
And comes back with two towels in her hand! She'll clean and return them to the theatre later.] Here. One for each of you.