A Quiet Night at the Opera - RPLOG
Participants
Date
12/5/479
Log
The concert hall is filled with beings all decked out in their finest. Mostly nobility, of course, but with a smattering of others. Successful businessmen, high ranking military officers and the occasional Freesword. Miss Yegorova is nowhere in sight, obviously preparing for her performance. The show should be starting soon.
Aisling enters through the main door of the concert hall. The noble fox is wearing a stunning red and black gown that reaches all the way too the floor with its wide bottom half. Her white mane is braided, with a red flower being held by the last braid. A huge contrast to her usually rather practical outfits. Despite that she still seems comfortable and flashes smiles to any noble she recognizes.
Among the occasional freeswords there was a peculiar, tall figure. Ioph, the plant, creator-like humanoid wasn't wearing anything too.. Flashy for the occasion, especially considering the spacer was no noble. Her clothing consisted of a slightly simple tunic, custom fitted for her and embroidered with simple runic patterns on its sleeves. Her segmented, leaf-resembling hair was tied back. Someone didn't want to look conspicuous, for sure. She didn't seem to be carrying her usual large weaponry either. Perhaps a knife and a hidden flintlock pistol. Perhaps.
High Lady Longtail herself has opted to make an appearance as well, her tail swaying behind her as she moves through the front door in what must surely be the singular dress she owns. Made out of fine linnen, with a red, silken underskirt. From her shoulders to her elbows, the dress is white, with red, rose-like patterns embroidered all-over, while her lower arms are covered in sheer silk instead.
Finally, she's trailed by two guards in the standard, respectable-looking LongTech uniform. One heavy-clanned lion, and one graceful-clanned mink, the former carrying a gun, the latter a dagger.
Cassidy is already seated in a quaint little booth, enjoying being out of the sun. She's dressed up in some of the finery that makes up her entire wardrobe, but instead of the suit, today it is a dark blue bustled dress, with a pair of not-quite-shoulder length silk white gloves to go with it. A glass of wine is in one hand, while her rapier is laid across her lap. Her eyes, however, are on the stage, waiting quietly for the show to begin.
All the elegant people (With the occasional ruffian mixed in) mill around in the lobby for a few more minutes before ushers start to shepherd them into the concert hall. It looks like the place has gotten a face lift recently. Everything is freshly painted and reupholstered and it looks like new red curtains have been hung, covering the stage. Conversations lower to a murmur in anticipation of the coming show. At the back of the hall, however, there seems to be some kind of disturbance. A wave of worry seems to be moving through the ushers. Little whispers behind hands and eyes moving faster over the crowd. Looks like something is up.
Aisling had just sat down in a booth on one of the balconies as the noises make her ears twitch. The vulpine being gets up again and stretches over the railing of the balcony to see if she can spot what is happening and why it is trying to ruin the nice afternoon.
Flora, likewise, is already in her seat, her tail twitching behind her as she looks more than a little confused at this development. "Shouldn't the Opera already be starting?" she asks after a short moment of contemplation, scratching the back of her head as she, too, tries to figure out what exactly is going on. It's one thing she's supposed to be at this... Social function, it's another thing that it's not actually starting on schedule entirely. This simply won't do.
Ioph, for an example, was at the Lobby, holding a glass of water as she talked to another freesword. As the conversations lowered in tone, the plant went further into the concert hall, tilting her head as the murmurs from regular conversations became worried whispers. Slowly walking among the crowd and towards where the disturbance was coming from, she expected to try and make sense of what was going on.
Cassidy peeks over the edge of the booth, frowning. "Hm. Another case of a missing actor?" She muses to herself in jest, remembering one of the last times she was here. She settles back down, though, seemingly unconcerned for the time being. If there was a real problem there'd probably be more fuss. Then she could get involved.
Most of the opera goers don't seem to be all that concerned, waiting patiently for the show to start. It is only the ushers who seem concerned. But it does not stop the show from starting.
The curtains fly open with a clatter and the lights dim as the overture swells from the pit. The scene depicted is a stylized interior of an upper class home. The plot is probably in the liner notes.
Aisling has not fallen down into the lower seats despite all the unladylike stretching and leaning over the railing. She gives a quick look around to make sure nobody saw her, then sits back down and props up her hand fan to hide a light blush as she starts watching the show.
Another tailflick, before Flora leans back, retaking her seat and taking a short glance at her two guards. The mink looking out over the room, the lion simply standing watch by the door.
Soon enough, everything is back to normal, and Flora simply leans back, pulling a small flask of water from her bag and taking a sip.
As the curtains opened, the plant stopped in place, looking around to find an empty seat, if any. She was almost sure that when she looked up for a second someone was almost falling off the upper seats. Shrugging it off, would sit on the closest available seat if any. Of course, she didn't seem to mind standing either.
Cassidy eyes the other lady that appears to be hanging out of the booth for something. She frowns at the sight but doesn't think twice on it as the show starts, the opening scene getting her full attention as she settles back down. After a moment, she whispers something to one of the Solacious staff that had accompanied her today and sends them quietly on their way.
Finding a seat should not be difficult. Well, it would be easy if any of the ushers were doing their jobs. It seems that most of them are distracted, wandering almost aimlessly around the crowd, eyes sweeping around everywhere, even though they are not helping anyone to find seats.
Onstage, a young bluejay comes swinging onstage, singing about his love for some woman he calls his little nightingale. By the look of his patched clothing, the fine house is not his.
Aisling raises her brow at the entrance of the bird, stuff was starting to happen! The fox crosses her legs and keeps fanning herself as she watches the play, the earlier turmoil seemingly forgotten.
While Flora idly watches the proceedings on the stage, taking another sip from her flask, the she-cat contemplates the practical use for these 'social functions'. After all, she's expected to attend them from time to time, but there's not a whole lot of being social going on, right now. Most, if not all the nobles are sitting in their own box, or at least a box shared with only those they're already familiar with, and those serving them, while the commoners are down in the hall below, curiously silent.
Oh well, if this is what she needs to do to remain in a position to help the scholarly arts forwards significantly, so be it.
