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ximilialog2022-09-30 07:55 pm
construing) wrote in ximilialog2022-09-30 07:55 pm
ONE NIGHT ONLY
CHARACTERS: everyone (including new characters!)
LOCATION: ximusic + common room
DATE: night, october 1st
CONTENT: come by for a night of good music, good food, and better drinks
WARNINGS: none for now, will warn as needed
An announcement goes up the day before: Murderface: The Band: The Show. Location and time are printed beneath along with a promise of a "special surprise." Arrive early and you can catch the current members of the band warming up or happy to talk someone's ear off. At the promised time, the lights dim but for those on the stage. Gwen's drumming gets inside one's bones; Wei Wuxian's dizi belongs on a stage with Lizzo; Lan Xichen alternately opens with the deep, tranquility of a guqin or arms himself with a xiao; and Newt…Newt is Newt, tearing the stage on his electric guitar. As a treat, he also provides the vocals to a few songs. There is even space left for the band's honorary member should he choose to join in.
The band plays a mix of covers and original music. Even after their show ends, the music doesn't. Gwen and Newt rigged a music player and the playlist—curated to include something for every taste—plays into the early morning. The music room's instruments are available for anyone who fancies a turn. And for those who do not have or should not be trusted with instruments, clap, stomp, dance, sing along—and enjoy the night.
In the common room, just outside the Ximusic room, courtesy of their ever enterprising (and not-so-artificial) AI comes the promised "surprise": food and drinks, each hailing from an Orber's home world. Even the new Orbers are represented! This might be their favorite treat, a famous dish, a representative drink… What they have in common: each one says "home" to someone.
There is enough to share with friends (or hoard for yourself if this is you.) So eat, drink, and be merry (though maybe not too merry; the alcohol proof of a few bottles can double as fuel.)
LOCATION: ximusic + common room
DATE: night, october 1st
CONTENT: come by for a night of good music, good food, and better drinks
WARNINGS: none for now, will warn as needed
I love rock 'n' roll
An announcement goes up the day before: Murderface: The Band: The Show. Location and time are printed beneath along with a promise of a "special surprise." Arrive early and you can catch the current members of the band warming up or happy to talk someone's ear off. At the promised time, the lights dim but for those on the stage. Gwen's drumming gets inside one's bones; Wei Wuxian's dizi belongs on a stage with Lizzo; Lan Xichen alternately opens with the deep, tranquility of a guqin or arms himself with a xiao; and Newt…Newt is Newt, tearing the stage on his electric guitar. As a treat, he also provides the vocals to a few songs. There is even space left for the band's honorary member should he choose to join in.
The band plays a mix of covers and original music. Even after their show ends, the music doesn't. Gwen and Newt rigged a music player and the playlist—curated to include something for every taste—plays into the early morning. The music room's instruments are available for anyone who fancies a turn. And for those who do not have or should not be trusted with instruments, clap, stomp, dance, sing along—and enjoy the night.
Pour some sugar on me
In the common room, just outside the Ximusic room, courtesy of their ever enterprising (and not-so-artificial) AI comes the promised "surprise": food and drinks, each hailing from an Orber's home world. Even the new Orbers are represented! This might be their favorite treat, a famous dish, a representative drink… What they have in common: each one says "home" to someone.
There is enough to share with friends (or hoard for yourself if this is you.) So eat, drink, and be merry (though maybe not too merry; the alcohol proof of a few bottles can double as fuel.)
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[He comments as if it's a pretty normal and common observation, but he's smiling as he watches her work, and shifts over to the next marker. Time to light himself a cigarette, meanwhile.
Smoke soon wisps off not just his cigarette but also the cotton of his shirt's shoulder. Apparently he hasn't noticed, and simply pockets the lighter.]
I just figured that meant you could walk on any surface, but I see it's more than that.
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a web-bullet hits his shirt, spreading out in the form of a glittering web, and putting out the fire. a second knocks his cigarette from his mouth. 〉
Do that somewhere else. I am not fucking up my heart and lungs with secondhand smoke.
〈 oddly enough, at no point has she looked away from her task. 〉
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[That was quick. He blinks, then glances down at the fallen cigarette before looking at her again.]
Right. Sorry. I - got used to nobody ever seeming to mind. How'd you do that, exactly?
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no secret identity to protect means gwen does not hide what she can do—for the most part. that does not mean she will get into the hows and whys.
flipping right side up, she lands graceful as an acrobat on the stage. her knees do not bend—at this height, no real impact to absorb. she pushes her hair away from her face; an undercut above her left ear is slowly growing out. 〉
Thanks for the help. Doors officially open at 9 if you’re interested. There’ll be food and drinks too.
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Right. I'll stick around in case you need another hand. Mine reach pretty high.
[Again, not that she needs that herself, but sometimes an extra pair goes a long way.
Hands now in his pockets, he steps to the side to let her work. No point chit-chatting when she's busy. Maybe he'll go have his cigarette outside the room, though.]
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〈 peace, bye. 〉