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[girasole]

Who: Various and sundry people. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Where: A park. Jamahz Grounds, located on the corner of look behind you a distraction.
When: The day in which fish start falling from the sky.
Open/Closed: Open. We're rolling threadjacking (assuming the people involved are okay with this: double check with them) mingle log style. Because I'm not going to organize a 6+ person thread otherwise. Because no. So pretty much there's a bunch of scenery porn here, and then go top level with whatever you want.

[Behold Jamahz Grounds. It's large. It's scenic. It's conveniently located. A bunch of coven members are there, perhaps because they realized that there's safety in numbers...more specifically in multiples of three.

And it wasn't a bad park. At the moment there was a theater group that was putting on a production of Waiting for Poldot, which consisted of an Alias and a Lynas waiting for their Eltos buddy who was apparently running late. Besides that, the sun was shining, if there were birds they'd be singing...overall a pretty nice day.

The lead actor of Waiting for Poldot was just talking about maybe going to get a cookie (the central conflict of this: do they wait or do they get a cookie and come back) when he was nearly hit by a decapitated shark that slammed into the ground and lay there twitching.]

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[actus]

[ UHM.

he wants to know how the play ends. the shark that just fell from the heavens really cut that play short. it was a real nail-biter and akira hadn't read what it was based loosely off from his own world before. would they wait? would they get that cookie? clearly it was a pressing matter.

... a giant, decapitated shark is also kind of important, though. that's -- not normal, is it? ]

Hey. [ he's turning to you! ] That's ... Something's kind of fishy about that. What do you think?

[ he's sorry. especially because his fingers are catching on fire because of the joke. ]

'k. ~destiny~

[girasole]

It's obviously not part of the play. [Obviously, given the screaming that just started from the Lynas. It wasn't even distressed screaming so much as a high pitched scream of intense confusion. And even if the play was incredibly banal and part of Caesar wanted to gnaw off his leg to leave, it beat a lot of other things and it was strangely...compelling, in a way.] I think that maybe we need to have a talk with the others later and find out if any of us were responsible for that.

[Because would you be really surprised if someone had a 'decapitate shark and throw it at Palai power'?]

goes wild and does whatever

[parodeity]

I mean, it could be part of the play. Maybe they're workin' on 3d special effects but did not get the memo that doesn't involve throwin' decapitated fish at people.

[ ...

it sounds reasonable to him even though he meant it as a joke? ]

chaos is great

[actus]

It really adds to the realness of it.

[ what is this peanut gallery observation. should someone start helping out moving the shark??? ]

... Pretty sure that counts as animal cruelty, though.

[girasole]

[...no? It might be the gallant thing to do and all, but that Lynas is still screaming and in that confused way. Less, "AAH!" And more, "AAH?" (It seems like even the actors don't know if this is part of the show or not.)]

...perhaps the shark is Poldot?

[No, not really, but that's the first thing that came to mind. Because he ain't going anywhere near that clusterfuck developing over there.] It's a twist ending; we thought he was a Palai. He was a shark all along.

ota

[splinten]

[Huh. Well, okay.]

So.

[Hm.]

You think they'll let us grab it for a shark dinner?

[He can cook shark.]

[cadventuretime]

You have to ask? Grab it before somebody else does!

[splinten]

The acting troupe should technically have first shot.

[Like, morally speaking?]

It doesn't have a brain for you.

[cadventuretime]

[Morals shmorals. Those are for saints, would-be heroes, and politicians who are going to back out on them the moment its convenient~]

Oh yeah? The lead actor seems pretty upset to me. If we hurry and say that we're going to just dispose of it and tell them some quick story of how we'll find out what is causing this, they'd be more than happy to part with it.

[She's done this before.]

And it doesn't need to have a brain. Shark filet sounds delicious right now.

[splinten]

[Well.]

There's probably some antiquated bullshit about not denying a lady her dinner.

[Dirk flashsteps on stage, shoves the shark into his sylladex.]

Sorry about this, dudes. We'll take care of this.

[AND FLASHSTEPS BACK TO ROTTYTOPS]

Shouldn't be hard to make a fire outside the city limits.

[tropism]

I've never tried shark. And now seems to be the best time for it.

How do you plan to cook it?

[ he's only heard of dimsum. but what else can you do with a shark? in any case, it smells terrible in here, and giorno makes a face as he glances around. ] Disgusting. Waste of food, too. I wonder what's going on up there.

[splinten]

An incredibly wasteful culling, maybe. There's no natural buoyancy in that water, so if they kill anything and don't catch it, it'll sink.

[Which is terrible?? Dirk lived off of the scraps he could find his whole life. He doesn't agree with this kind of wastefulness.]

Slice and sear, preserve anythin' we don't eat. The bones could be carved into some tools that we could at least trade, and the hide should be decent material to store on the caravan and use to build back on the island.

[He really doesn't do waste.]

[tropism]

[ giorno looks at him with an impressed eyebrow, listening to his catalogue of activities for the shark. when he's done, he asks him, ]

You can do all of that?

How interesting. Though as far as trade goes, we wouldn't have to do much effort for that - the Palai are enamoured by us. Unless you're talking about the ones in the island.

[splinten]

[He nods in affirmation that he can. Ocean boy skills.]

They still prefer something for what they get.

ota

[liveinskin]

...Is... is that part of the play?! [she doesn't get it. she just turns over to someone, a little frantic.] Why would they introduce a decapitated shark so suddenly in the third act!

[rebells]

I . . .

[Give him a moment here.]

I don't think that's part of the play.

[liveinskin]

I hope not! It would make absolutely no sense at this point in the show to add a new character. [You can't just late intro characters like this!!] If we're wrong, we'd disrupt the play. Do you think they might need some help?

[rebells]

[He looks out at the twitching actor. Now that he's recovered from the initial shock, he's beginning to see the humor in this.]

It doesn't seem to fit the tone, no. Unless it's meant to be a commentary on the pointlessness of trying to predict events. [That seems weirdly possible, for this play.] But I think it's likely they could use some help, yes.

[He's not making any particular move to help himself, though.]

[liveinskin]

Hm... so it could represent how random chaos can come into the world at any moment. That at any moment you could be doing one thing, and suddenly -- bam! Shark head.

[Maaaaybe?]

I dunno, I'm worried. If I'm wrong they might get mad and I want to see how the rest of this goes.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[girasole]

[There's a lot about this general situation that will probably need to be explained and maybe with some backtracking, some lingering awkwardness given OPERATION: Avoid People From His Homeworld (He Thinks), but ultimately it came down to this: FF was much better than the alternative, which was being single and around a bunch of Palai. Thus, how they're sitting next to each other.]

...

[Also terrible: the fact that while he's pretty sure that's not part of the play he can't say for 100% certainty that the shark is not part of the play because Palai culture is weird.]

It probably isn't. Though, honestly, given what we've seen so far if it turns out this is somehow part of their culture I wouldn't be too surprised at this point.

[Meanwhile, the Alias lead actor is falling to his knees. He's either having a moment in which he's contemplating his mortality and how close he came to getting squashed by decapitated sealife...or this is somehow a dramatic scene in the play. It's a little tough to call, really.]

[liveinskin]

I... I just don't know what we should do. I want to help, but if it's part of the show... [she doesn't want to ruin anything even by accident. that wouldn't be fair!] Caesar, what do you think is the best thing to do here? It doesn't seem like they're in danger, but... that head is really creeping me the hell out! Where did it even come from?!

[girasole]

The sky, most likely. [...at least that's what he says, but the way he looks up instead implies probably somewhere neither of us would be very happy about, because if they had special effects people throwing guts wouldn't we have noticed them? this is a park, not some kind of indoors environment] The better question is what...

[...] ...what threw it... [...] We should watch our heads.

[Because. You know. Because.

Meanwhile, on stage, the actress is noticing her co-star seems to be kind of catatonic, and, perhaps sensing an opportunity, takes a step forward. And then another step forward! And then she starts on a commanding monologue, one that demands attention, asking what is a cookie. Really? What is a cookie? Is it worth leaving, when, as seen by the shark (which is apparently a metaphor for life coming at you fast) suddenly landing out of nowhere...the monologue might be getting a bit jumbled. She might've screwed up some. But she's going to recover. She's got this. She's going to use this as the way of getting the leading role of Roselet and Julio and Thorton. She's gonna go places now that her glory hog leading man is twitching because of the shark.]

[liveinskin]

[F.F. watches in slight rapture how the actress begins to entice everyone back into order after just a disordering moment, impressed by her ability despite the monologue making absolutely no sense to her.]

Hey Caesar... what's the appeal with cookies exactly? I don't get it. They seem to really like them.

OTA ✧

[probablynoteren]

[This is literally his first time seeing a real play in person and what the heck is this.

Lenka has so many questions, even before the shark makes its memorable entrance. Are plays supposed to be about people sitting around waiting and thinking about dessert? What exactly is the point of this?? Why does everyone else look so engaged, is there something he's missing here??

He's so busy getting all turned around with these completely pointless questions when the shark finally slams in, and Lenka's reflexively on his feet already before he's figured out what happened -- sudden attacks(?!) will do that to a fella -- but...]

Are... they supposed to eat that?

[The stunned audience and actors don't seem to know what to make of this. He mistakes it for a dramatic pause.]

[billionboy]

Um!

[ Okuyasu is equally up and on his feet at the sudden appearance of the shark. He's staring at it with the same amount of confusion that everyone else did. Really, he's kind of glad that the shark fell down -- oh wait, is that part of the play itself? Like some sort of comedy? ]

I guess? [ So he says with equal confusion before a large flounder lands on his head. He lets out a half scream as he falls backwards over the chair he was just sitting on. Grabbing it, he throws it off of him at the person next to him. Sorry, man. ]