oo7 » baby you can leave your hat on [ location ::: the palais garnier ]

[behindfirelight]

Today on this the glorious fifteenth of April, Taxon has been in business for a full year- and so a celebration is in order, or so apparently think the hamster overlords in charge of tweaking their citizens.

The Palais Garnier is a beautiful place thus far mostly neglected by everyone who isn't its very lovely current owner, and that is a

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[behindfirelight]

Step right this way, ladies and gentlemen- but only after the usher has checked your tablet to see who you are and make sure you're old enough to be here.

(Yes, you're being ID'd. By Extras. Cope.)

[ AUDIENCE ARRIVALS ]

[hercandleguides]

Leila wouldn't miss this if her attendance were voluntary, because she loves Sol and is the best girlfriend in the world and also it gives her an excellent excuse to troll him later on. Still, she's a little bemused by the goings-on.

[a_pretty_fire]

Drusilla invited herself to the theatre. She'd been feeling terribly mournful lately. The city, previously so noisy and wicked, felt empty without Daddy. The tumult of emotions - excitement and embarrassment and mischief, all bubbling together like a potion in a pot - called to her from the other side of Taxon.

She'd never been very good at resisting a party.

[meanwhileback]

So, Penelope's here. She's dressed like some kind of sixties go-go pinup tragedy, and she's somewhat annoyed at herself for not smoking more while outside, because she's not going to be able to in this place. It is too nice. Somebody would complain.

That said... she's not entirely sure what's going on tonight, but she's looking forward to seeing the show.

[ OPENING ACT! ]

[justaddmarbles]

The drum roll begins quietly, but soon builds to a crescendo. In its wake a bouncy, lilting tune begins and a narrow spotlight beam stabs the darkness of the stage. A hand appears in the beam, pale and elegant, forefinger beckoning as if to entice the audience closer. Gradually the spotlight widens to reveal a figure dressed in combat boots and a long black raincoat, lips stained brilliant red, eyelids smudged dark, hair styled in a multitude of perfect corkscrews. And bisecting his scalp is...a zipper.

Oh dear gods it's Glitch. And by the massive grin on his face he is thrilled to be there, so thrilled in fact that he may. Just. Start singing. Also dancing.

Willkommen, bienvenue, welcome!
Fremde, étranger, stranger.
Glüklich zu sehen, je suis enchanté,
Happy to see you! Bleibe, reste, stay.
Willkommen, bienvenue, welcome
Im Cabaret, au Cabaret, to Cabaret!Chorus completed, he took a commanding stance to address the audience. "Meine damen und herren, mesdames et messieurs, ladies..." He trailed off, leered, and arched an eyebrow

[tothelightshown]

DG was going mad.

That was the only explanation for what was happening. She’d taken her imprisonment - not to mention the giant hamsters - in her stride, but this was a step too far.

She hadn’t intended to head to the theatre - she hadn’t intended to leave the Northern Island at all, actually - but she’d found herself crossing the city and taking her seat before she could protest. When the music began and Glitch stepped out on to the stage, she knew that world had been temporarily emptied of sense and reason.

For a moment, DG buried her face in her hands, torn between embarrassment, incredulity and amusement. It was impossible to look away for long. She watched the show unfold with a sort of horrified - how many people were in the theatre, anyway? - fascination, trying to guess what he was talking about and what would happen next.

[justaddmarbles]

[ooc: I am going to be trolling all over this post, I do not even care. Is threadjacking cool, Emma?]

And then, amazingly, things got worse. Not terribly long after the stage was cleared, a familiar form dropped into the conveniently vacant seat beside DG.

"Hallo, liebling," Glitch announced with a grin and draped an arm around her shoulders. Thankfully he'd retrieved the coat. "Enjoying the show?"

[tothelightshown]

DG gave Glitch a sharp look when he sat down beside her, somehow managing to convey dry amusement and understandable disbelief with one pointed glance. This was getting stranger by the moment. Soon, she’d wake up in the Northern Island and make an executive decision not to share whatever this dream was supposed to be with Glitch.

“I prefer shows I choose to go to,” she said, debating - and deciding against, for now - wriggling away from his arm. Then: “Liebling?”

OOC: Threadjacking is cool ^_^

[ THE FULL MONTY ] check out youtube for their routine.

[behindfirelight]

When the curtains open, Solomon Koenig is at the front of the stage with a microphone, grinning at the assembled audience in his police costume, complete with the hat that he can apparently leave on. He may not be entirely sure why this is happening, but it's kind of brilliant, so all right. He'll roll with it.

"Okay, ladies and gents," he greets them, apparently prompted by the glitch itself. Those familiar with the routine they're about to reenact may know which lines get skipped, and can probably guess why. "We may not be very good, but we're here, we're live, and for one night only - we're going for the full monty

[beenthroughhell]

Tara has found herself here, if not against her will, at least against her inclination. It is safe to say she has never seen anything like this before, however, and she's not sure whether Xander deserves sympathy or support. But she... claps, at least, and gives him a tentative smile.

She's not traumatized, but she might be a bit embarrassed on his behalf.

[obscuronoctis]

Bruce is not a prude - reserved and private, yes, of course - but this particular spectacle is still ... a bit much. Sitting between Enfys and Penny, he looks torn between 'permanent trauma' and 'about to choke on something laughing' and ends up just staring for a little while before covering his mouth with one hand and laughing a bit.

Oh. Okay.

[mercurialnature]

Clearly, this would be Hermes cue to wave hello.

Hello, Bruce.

Hello, Enfys.

Hello, Penny.

[ THE AFTERPARTY ]

[behindfirelight]

The Palais Garnier boasts a magnificent banquet hall, which Extras have been toiling since this morning or perhaps sometime yesterday to have prepared for the after-party. There are no ID checks here; all of Taxon is invited to a lovely dinner and then any way they care to entertain themselves afterwards, just as long as they remain more or less PG13.

Your talented performers had best have their pants back on.

[mightyfallen]

Jack has in fact returned to his pants, but buttoning his shirt seems like closing the barn door after the horse has bolted at this point, so he doesn't bother. Shyness is for other people; Jack hasn't had the luxury of modesty since he was eight days old and his brit milah became a subject of public debate. His parents have seen his scandalous sex tapes. Having just performed an impromptu striptease for all of Taxon? Not the end of the world.

Though he'd love it if he could remember how he ended up there in the first place.

"Usually I get a few drinks before that happens..." he says to no one in particular, swiping a glass of champagne off one the tables and downing it like a pro.

[returntous]

He's not the only one sniffing around the food merely for the alcohol, although she was thoroughly tempted to snag some food while at it.

"I'm sure there's worse things out there," she comments, coming up behind him and snagging one herself.

[mightyfallen]

Seeing as they're not yet acquainted, Jack takes a moment to glance over and size her up (...in a wholly nonsexual way) while he finishes off his glass.

"Worse than me being cruelly deprived of alcohol? No, not possible," he says with smile, reaching over to swipe a second glass, which he'll work on more slowly. He is usually this full of shit, for the record.