Caesar 'Bubble Blaster' Zeppeli (
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stop enabling me guys
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.]
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.]
open to all! hit me up shark friends
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~
[Because would you be really surprised if someone had a 'decapitate shark and throw it at Palai power'?]
goes wild and does whatever
[ ...
it sounds reasonable to him even though he meant it as a joke? ]
chaos is great
[ what is this peanut gallery observation. should someone start helping out moving the shark??? ]
... Pretty sure that counts as animal cruelty, though.
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...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.
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So.
[Hm.]
You think they'll let us grab it for a shark dinner?
[He can cook shark.]
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[Like, morally speaking?]
It doesn't have a brain for you.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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[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.]
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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.
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They still prefer something for what they get.
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[Give him a moment here.]
I don't think that's part of the play.
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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.]
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[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.
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¯\_(ツ)_/¯
...
[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.]
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[...] ...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.]
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Hey Caesar... what's the appeal with cookies exactly? I don't get it. They seem to really like them.
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OTA ✧
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.]
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[ 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. ]