Prelude to tea: THE SOUND OF SUNSHINE

[princesscliche]

WHO: Giselle and a cast of many!
WHERE: Four magical lanes of City street
WHEN: Sunday, June 5
WARNINGS: SINGING AND DANCING (SQUARE) AND MAGICAL MAGICKNESS
SUMMARY: Giselle makes people sing and dance LOOK AT THEM ALL (SING ALONG AS YOU READ)
FORMAT: NO (BUT GET IN HERE AND TAG YOURSELVES IN)

Comments

[ribbotic]

That was incredibly silly.

[YEP.]

[paints_lanterns]

And such fun!

[Rapunzel is grinning so widely she might very well burst.]

[ribbotic]

[Aradia pretty much just blinks at her!]

Was it?

[paints_lanterns]

Of course!

[Rapunzel does a happy little twirl, her braid swirling about behind her. She would've danced, regardless of what else was going on, probably.]

Didn't you have fun?

[afeatherpillow]

[When it's all over, Katurian looks at his waving hand. Then he lowers his waving hand.

Beat.

He should probably look around to see if he recognizes anyone here, huh.]

[niceassassin]

[The attractive young maiden at the center of all this just left, and Zevran feels oddly uncomfortable about trying to seduce her anyway. But in the wake of what just went down he feels the need to reaffirm everything he knows in life by seducing somebody.

Hello, Katurian.]

I could see you were trying your best, you know. Have heart, my friend; such sadness doesn't suit you.

[...yeah, he clearly doesn't know Katurian. This doesn't actually seem to bother him.]

/FOREVER EDITS

[afeatherpillow]

[He recognizes him almost immediately, and though his first response is to laugh away the experience (or laugh with the experience - it's undeniable that it gave him a buzz), he swallows it into a nervous hiccup.]

You're too kind.

[niceassassin]

Not at all. It would be utmost cruelty to lie to you about such things, would it not? Kindness plays no part.

[This is his usual patter for winning the amorous attentions of citizens off the street--glib and deferentially charming without offering anything he won't give, without promising anything beyond affected affection and his own attractiveness.

Except that, abruptly, he recognizes that voice. But not the face. Which means--]

Ah. I've spoken to you before, have I not? On the network.

[This is another imPort. Which, in fact, means that his usual seduction routine should be changed. Too bad he already started it.]

[niceassassin]

Well.

Right now, there was going to be some very confused rubbing of brows and blinking. Also, a discreet tucking away of the knife that had cut the balloons free.

In two minutes, however, Zevran was just going to focus on trying to convince the balloon vendor that he had already paid for the lost balloons by being such an excellent singer and dancer. It wasn't that he minded paying for them properly, really. It was more that he had a feeling attempting to do anything else right now would result in him clutching at his head and flailing in confusion, and that would totally ruin his image.

So he was just going to be difficult and wait for someone that he could hit on to come along. That would make everything better. And for now: "You understand, yes? Ha, I'm not exactly a singer, nor a dancer, but if I were I would not perform for free. So it makes sense. Mmm, what exactly is the point of these 'balloons,' anyway?"

[pamnotpammy]

[ pam overhears this. and takes out her own wallet. this is less to help out zevran than because she feels really bad for the balloon owner. poor guy, losing all his balloons. ]

How much were they?

[niceassassin]

[ the balloon vendor looks taken aback by the interruption, but after a moment he replies, "Forty."

Which is Zevran's cue-- ]

Ah, you said sixty! Clever.

[ balloon guy spreads his hands helplessly. He was trying to recoup a profit, here, since Zevran had to be such a nuisance about it. ]

[pamnotpammy]

Here.

[ And Pam shoves two twenties and a ten into his hand then...tugs Zevran away. Don't worry, she's had training for this. It's like dealing with Micheal only...not.

Poor bewildered balloon man. ]

[speedofnaked]

Terra, who had never danced before in her life, broke from the trance still holding to her lead-weight partner. Her hands stayed there for the brief moment it took to take stock of their surroundings; the size of the crowd was daunting. Her arms fell to her sides, suddenly uncomfortable.

"Uh," she said, voice loud enough to be carry, "what just happened?"

[inthirds]

Zelgadis' pinky finger twitched in reply. The rest of him was still as stiff and frozen as entirely possible (which was a lot, given weight and exterior). Processing what had just occurred was taking a great deal of time, because there were only so many excuses he could make up for himself for acting such a fool, even for only a few minutes. It was really too much. He couldn't even bring himself to blink, for all the effort and energy that diverted from trying to rationalize the situation.

But that pinky on his still half-raised hand twitched, so that counted for something, right?

[speedofnaked]

The confused murmuring of the crowd simply grew louder as more people began questioning what had just occurred -- Terra looked out that way for a good long moment, trying to overhear something that might explain it.

She only interrupted Zelgadis's stunningly realistic statue impression when no answers came directly. "... Zelgadis?"

[inthirds]

There had been singing. Yes. He was very certain he had been singing, but not as certain as to whether or not it was as dignity-shredding as the incident with the holy festival songs. And...And dancing. Quite possibly as absurd as the efforts taken to get Xelloss to throw up his own organs, but...Well. He--

It was a bit too much for the moment. Zelgadis' eyes rolled up before he went falling backward; it would have been just plain pathetic had his weight not caused a serious bit of cracking on the concrete and some shouts and curses from nearby dancing victims, but...well. It was then both pathetic and a hassle.

Fortunately, he was not conscious enough to realize that at the moment.

augh I am going to bed rn but

[incywincyhero]

Spidey just ... stood there in bewilderment for long moments after the spell broke, arms still raised mid-cheer until he startled and hastily pulled them down.

He looked around at the crowd, rubbing the back of his head. "Did we just get Sondheim'ed? I think we just got Sondheim'ed."

sleep well!

[speedofnaked]

At the sound of a more familiar voice (and incomprehensible jargon), Terra turned on her heel, her question echoing back his way.

"Sondheim'ed?"

[incywincyhero]

"You know," Spidey said, making broad gestures as hard to decipher as his idiom, "being dragged into a spontaneous song and dance number, like in movie musicals where people feel the need to sing to the heavens about getting the mustard out ... except that was Buffy, wasn't it? Same inspiration, same principle."

[speedofnaked]

They were too far apart for things like facial expressions to carry over, so her perplexed thoughtfulness was lost in the crowd.

"... Like an opera?"