The Show Must Go On Part 1 - RPLOG
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Date
11/4/477
Log
A fine spring morning, just after noon mass. The trees along the walkways of Saint's Square are in full bloom, light purple petals littering the cobblestones by the statues of the six Creator Saints. In the middle of the square, before the grand Creator Church, a lavish stage has been put together, complete with movable backdrops, spaces for the musicians, a fenced-off area for noble seating, and guards aplenty to police the crowd.
Opera is still largely unknown in Sweetwater, this strange mix of song, instruments and storytelling, and it's gathered quite the crowd - the fact that entry is free notwithstanding, even if there's only standing room about. Hand-drawn poster proclaim that the main singer, Zora Yegorova, will be performing a small segment from a production that has been in her family for generations.
Fenris is already in a seat as close to the stage as the common folk are allowed. It has been years since he has heard an opera! The art form had just never caught on in Sweetwater, but his travels had taken him much further than most and he had fallen in love with the pageantry of the Thera'Doran opera long ago. This was his first time to hear the great Zora Yegorova though! The tiger had never been able to afford tickets to her performances, and her she was, singing for free!
Kalt makes her way through the fine spring morning, her arms and armor retired in exchange for a nice looking brown dress, and a wide brimmed hat. The Vixen not looking the part of the fighter she was, with silver bands around each wrist, and even her ankles! She had even busted out perfume for the occassion, and let out a nice pleasent aroma of flowers. Making her way through the crowd, she stops near Fenris and smiles to him. "Busy day ain't it?"
Bite sways into the Saint's Square, the day a nice one for a walk when she discovers a little stage! It seems a production is going on, and the serpent is always one for a good show. She moves to a favoriaible position, inspecting for some form of crown collector to be sure shes not free loading, but she does seem interested in what this little performance might be.
Glein looks around the crowd he'd mingled into, noting the high number of guards and the fairly thick crowd's interested in what this free performance was about. Glein himself, was amongst the regular folk, new to the city. He made sure to keep his tools of his trade hidden under his cloak, though he didn't bring up the hood. That would just spark all kinds of questions. Heck, he even had the look of a travel just off the road still.
As close as commoners can get is quite close, right up to a makeshift pit for musicians fashioned from a waist-high wooden fence and awning. Odd, though, how the musicians haven't taken up their positions, nor even brought out their instruments. Moments tick by as the stage remains empty and the sun climbs higher in the sky, the crowd growing more agitated as their promised entertainment fails to materialise. Eventually, though, a small folk penguin in a tux and breeches waddles up the stage, looking quite worried at all the piercing gazes levelled at him.
"Good beings...I'm afraid we will be unable to hold the opening production today, due to unforeseen circumstances. Please, do come back tomorrow - some essentials appear to be lost..."
Another voice practically shrieks from backstage, causing the penguin to wince."Lost? How do you lose a wagon's worth of instruments, you cretin? Wasn't the train in order when we departed the last stop?"
Fenris waves a friendly hello to Kalt, then droops with disappointment at the announcement that the performance is to be cancelled. "I was so excited too," he says to Kalt. It seems like he is about to expound on the opera, but he is cut off by the shrill cry from backstage. He waves a hand to the penguin from his place by the pit. "If it's a question of accompaniment," he says, just loudly enough to be heard across the gap, "I can provide a string quartet." The tiger watches the bird sweat a little, "Or maybe I can be of service some other way?" The tiger taps the lightbringer insignia on his belt that marks him as local law enforcement. Sorta.
Kalt winces slightly as they cancel it, letting off a gentle sigh as she nods to Fenris. "I know whatcha mean an' such... Wouldn't be mindin' to hear how she's signin' an' all..." When Fenris offers his help though, she's quick to straighten her back and raise her own hand up. "Oh! I can go 'bout helpin' too an' such! I ain't much for playin' instruments, but I can go an' try to figure what went on with the instruments an' all!" She didn't have a fancy badge like fenris, but she could hope to help.
Bite sways up to the rather clear probleme, and listneing to the others hisses "Well sssweetie, you have a problem. I can attempt to help play, but I'm sure you'd be emuch more interested in your instruments so it sounds right wouldn't you? Bite of the Ironsoul Defenders at your service. Is there anything you can tell us about where these instruments may have wandered off to... between your last two locations it sounds like?
Well wasn't this just peachy. Glein shrugs, and figures, what the hell. Good place to start in building a network here as any. Maybe even get some creditionals that aren't mired back in Cliffside. Walking up, he noticed that three others had offered help as well. "I'm willing to help. Information gathering is something I do-did back in Cliffside." He says, giving a nod to the three others present.
The penguin gulps. The poor fellow - being manager to a pampered diva must be exhausting. At least the crowd is quickly calmed by glares from the well-armed city guard leading folk away from the scene, while the feminine cursing coming from backstage is getting louder, until the curtains part and a rather delicate and fine-boned swan steps out.
"Thank you for your consideration," she says to them, her demeanour instantly changing as she turns away from her manager. "But I'm afraid that even as soulless, I doubt you'll be able to learn the whole opera within twenty minutes, nor replace the entire twenty-five-being band all by your lonesomes. No, today's performance will have to be cancelled, no thanks to this waddling fool here.
A swish of exquisite fabrics. "But from the looks of you, you are Freeswords, are you not? Many of the pieces - especially the string and brass instruments - have much in the way of both monetary and sentimental value, being antiques that have been passed in my house for generations. That is, until this fool here managed to lose them somehow - the last time I personally checked them was at the wayhouse outside the city gates last night, and it is only now, just before the performance, that he discovers they are gone." she sighs "we will contact law enforcement, I suppose, but most of them are largely useless and time is off the essence. If you can find out what happened to them, there will be a rich reward in it for you. Any questions?"
Fenris grins, excited to finally meet the diva in person. "I imagine that I already know the best bits of the opera," he says, "But I cannot replace an orchestra, you are right." The tiger frowns at the swan's explanation on the timetable of the missing Instruments. "I would be happy to help," he says, "Perhaps we should start with the wagons?"
Kalt nods as she smiles and stands besides Fenris, her hands clasping behind her back. "Yes'm Ma'am. We're Freeswords an' such, an' it'd be a pleasure to be off helpin' you." She has a moment of contemplation as her fluffy tail sways behind her as she hrms and nods to herself. "Were the wagons locked at all, an if'n they were, were they damaged at all?"
