[With My Microphone I do A Supershow, I'll Announce The Winner On The Radio]the_measurersDecember 29 2011, 02:13:18 UTC
Freedom Deliverer Robin's new holiday special was to be both entertainment and introduction to the new holiday. It was to be performed live, on stage, in front of thousands of people. Unfortunately they'd had about a week and a half to rehearse and construct the props.
And here they were, on a stage in the middle of the Geldeheim City central plaza. During the revolution, speakers had mounted this stage, haranguing the old government. Now it was equipped with local atmosphere control (so poor Duck in her FDR outfit didn't freeze to death).
The lights flashed and shone down on the actors. It was time to wow them.
[OOC: Here's the FDR play! It's a holiday special, specifically for the new holiday the stationites have developed. The general plot revolves around the villains fearing merrymaking during the holiday leading to chaos, and the protagonists having to magical girl speechify people into making merry, climaxing with Robin learning magical girl seasonal nanite attacks (represented by the station's mages making actual magic and anyone else who can weild a flashy but harmless gun shooting through the floorboards at opportune times. Play fast and loose with this! Have fun with it! Handwave large portions of the play! Don't sweat posting order.]
Anna Lin is not happy about the standard costumes for Freedom Deliverers, if 'standard' is even the right word for them. Still, the idea of being a People's Glorious Revolutionary Magical Girl was amusing enough - she knew Sara, the youngest of the Pilots back home, magical girl was something Anna understood well enough - that she had volunteered for the gig.
"What exactly did you have in mind for this, anyway?" Anna said. "The pragmatic bitch that grudgingly accepts that the idealist has a point? Cause that's the story of my life, I can work with that."
((please skip merrily over Murbs in posting, threadpeople, I'm stealing internet at odd moments - but had to do this.))
Murbella is well attired for the part of a villain. Artful cosmetic work has hollowed her firm and healthful face, and the generous lines of her lips have been redrawn to suggest a vicious sneer. Everything about her attire screams decadent aristocrat with no moral values and bad fashion sense.
She is rehearsing her main line: "Bah, humbug." It must be delivered with the ultimate disdain, inflected with BG tonal emphasis to make of it a dissonant thing that unsettles the subconscious mind of the listener. Beware the aristocrat who'd deny you the simple and life-affirming pleasures of this holiday your liberators invented!
Victoria, who had come down to the planet just for the occasion of the play, had been trying to memorize her small part for quite sometime. Wanting to look good for not only her fans but her friends aboard the station as well, she did her best to pour over every line with a careful eye and sharp tongue.
For Victoria being involved with FDR was proof she was of use to the rebellion and had grown from the time she first came to the station. It was also an excuse to be close to her beloved for extended periods of time, but that was the far more obvious of Victoria's reasons for being involved in all this.
Hawke has gotten landed with an impressively ridiculous outfit that involves a lot of bows and ribbons. That's the bad part. The good part is she's largely here to be a companion to her dog, who has a central part with the show's plot, because what's a huge holiday special without some cute cuddly animals?
Or big, ferocious warhounds who are pretending to be cute and cuddly. Close enough.
Teo doesn't seem to mind his bows and ribbons nearly as much as Hawke does. She's not fidgeting, but anyone walking by will hear mutters such as "If Varric ever saw this, I would never, ever live it down..."
And here they were, on a stage in the middle of the Geldeheim City central plaza. During the revolution, speakers had mounted this stage, haranguing the old government. Now it was equipped with local atmosphere control (so poor Duck in her FDR outfit didn't freeze to death).
The lights flashed and shone down on the actors. It was time to wow them.
[OOC: Here's the FDR play! It's a holiday special, specifically for the new holiday the stationites have developed. The general plot revolves around the villains fearing merrymaking during the holiday leading to chaos, and the protagonists having to magical girl speechify people into making merry, climaxing with Robin learning magical girl seasonal nanite attacks (represented by the station's mages making actual magic and anyone else who can weild a flashy but harmless gun shooting through the floorboards at opportune times. Play fast and loose with this! Have fun with it! Handwave large portions of the play! Don't sweat posting order.]
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"What exactly did you have in mind for this, anyway?" Anna said. "The pragmatic bitch that grudgingly accepts that the idealist has a point? Cause that's the story of my life, I can work with that."
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Murbella is well attired for the part of a villain. Artful cosmetic work has hollowed her firm and healthful face, and the generous lines of her lips have been redrawn to suggest a vicious sneer. Everything about her attire screams decadent aristocrat with no moral values and bad fashion sense.
She is rehearsing her main line: "Bah, humbug." It must be delivered with the ultimate disdain, inflected with BG tonal emphasis to make of it a dissonant thing that unsettles the subconscious mind of the listener. Beware the aristocrat who'd deny you the simple and life-affirming pleasures of this holiday your liberators invented!
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For Victoria being involved with FDR was proof she was of use to the rebellion and had grown from the time she first came to the station. It was also an excuse to be close to her beloved for extended periods of time, but that was the far more obvious of Victoria's reasons for being involved in all this.
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Or big, ferocious warhounds who are pretending to be cute and cuddly. Close enough.
Teo doesn't seem to mind his bows and ribbons nearly as much as Hawke does. She's not fidgeting, but anyone walking by will hear mutters such as "If Varric ever saw this, I would never, ever live it down..."
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