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Post by Larquél nó Orchis (D) on Sept 8, 2007 10:13:20 GMT -5
I've found myself in love with the Laughing Parot, its the perfect place to wind down at the end of the week. Sure, it's for Eglantine alumni mostly, but only an Orchis such as myself can be their perfect Audience, at least, that's what I figure.
I walked bright eyed in the late afternoon. Paying for a good much, I take a seat at the table just as the first show begins. Looks to be that they're starting off with the tumblers, doing all sorts of crazy tricks, makes me wish I studied more flexibly when I was younger.
I gave a sharp two fingered whistle of approval.
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Post by Edwyn nó Camellia (D) on Sept 8, 2007 13:40:47 GMT -5
In need of about anything that was on the light side I traveled to the Laughing Parrot and settled in. The show was lively and helped soothed my heart and soul in many ways. I had been lost in a funk recently and had found my way in and out several times and was now left to ponder the vagaries of life.
So it was I mildly sat at the back of the room watching the light hearted show and hoping the display of merriment before me would somehow reveal to me the answers I so needed. Mayhap, a trip back home to see if my parents were still alive was not such a bad idea. All I knew is that I was feeling terribly torn as the lights from the stage danced across my face.
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Post by Larquél nó Orchis (D) on Sept 8, 2007 15:19:19 GMT -5
I clapped and cheered as the tumblers finished their performance. I looked around as the next act set up, looked to be a singer and dancing duet. Most everyone was cheery, though, I had a knack for finding the glum ones. And sure enough, one in the back with a slight dour look on his face. A damn pretty face if I ever saw one, surely he must be a fellow peer.
I stopped a passing maid, and petitioned her to send the guy a mug. I'll not see any sour faces this night, not if I can help it.
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Post by Edwyn nó Camellia (D) on Sept 8, 2007 15:47:21 GMT -5
One of the serving lasses stopped and handed me a mug. I blinked a bit in surprise and she motioned toward an animate fellow in the front. I accepted the mug with a hearty smile to the man and took a healthy sip of it after offering I toast.
About then the singer took the stage and filled the room with a nice heart felt bass. I was already starting to feel a it more on the relaxed side as nothing is quite as helpful as a really good distraction. Probably why I act like a hermit in my cave and bury myself in books much of the time. Though taking advice I was letting a bit of my House cannon slip and being more of myself. What could they do to me at the end of the day? Take away my marque?
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Post by Larquél nó Orchis (D) on Sept 8, 2007 15:53:03 GMT -5
I looked back, and he took it in good standing, so I returned his toast. Mission accomplished. I turned back to the stage, and propped my feat on the table as the first song began. I found myself entranced by the dancer on stage, bobbing my head to the rhythm. A few candles were snuffed around the tavern to highlight the stage, they took good care to accentuate the performers here at the parot, and I loved all of it.
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Post by Edwyn nó Camellia (D) on Sept 8, 2007 16:21:42 GMT -5
I sipped my own drink and when it look like my associate was getting dry I returned the favor sending one over to him. Though I was still nursing my own having no desire to get overly light headed this particular night.
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Post by Larquél nó Orchis (D) on Sept 9, 2007 1:13:51 GMT -5
I was almost lost in a trance watching the dancer until the maid brought me another mug that I did not pay for. I shook my head in confusion looking around remembering the fellow I'd done to earlier. I raised another toast to him, and kicked a chair free from the table as an invitation before taking a hearty sip and returning to watch the show.
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Post by Edwyn nó Camellia (D) on Sept 9, 2007 3:00:45 GMT -5
I toasted the man back and then leaned back smiling pleased to have returned the gesture.
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Post by Larquél nó Orchis (D) on Sept 9, 2007 12:05:35 GMT -5
I listened to the end of the dance, and gave a whoop and holler of cheer. I even gave a sly wink to the dancer, who I wouldn't mind tumbling in my bed. I envied the flexible ones.
The next preformance looked to be the best though, the first play of the evening. A classic too about the Cassiline that travled across Terre de Ange under the guise of a Mechadant.
The day I see one of those prigs in something that colorful, I'll die of laughter, I swear.
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Post by Edwyn nó Camellia (D) on Sept 9, 2007 12:50:18 GMT -5
I smiled at the topic of the play it was a classic and made me happy inside. It also applied a bit to my situation on working on getting out from under the drab shell. I sipped my drink and on occasion glanced at my animate drink exchanging partner but otherwise kept to my own quite self.
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Post by Larquél nó Orchis (D) on Sept 9, 2007 14:36:50 GMT -5
The pseudo-mechadent, played by a light brown haired eglantine adept, pranced around the stage, narrating his travels. He fought wolves with daggers in the frozen wastes and traveled with a Kumpani of Tsingani across Kusheth, so they say. I gave a sharp whistle as the Tsignani came out on stage, some of them actually with real blood from the looks of it.
I was reminded of Tacoon and Reylic, who I'd not seen in a few days. They'd been out of the city on a long livery carriage job, and I almost went with them. Ah, well, maybe next time.
I drained the mug, and partitioned for more. Plays were even more fun when your drunk.
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Post by Edwyn nó Camellia (D) on Sept 9, 2007 14:42:56 GMT -5
I nursed my mug still as I watched the familiar story of Joycelin. From the books I had read he was one incredible man. I think the best words I could ever use to describe him would be adaptable. Possibly the greatest swordsman the world has ever known and yet when time and injuries dwindled his skill he handled it with grace. It brought a smile to my face the man was incredible, a true legend.
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Post by Larquél nó Orchis (D) on Sept 9, 2007 17:42:12 GMT -5
I laughed and cheered with the crowd as the play continued. He feigned poor narration on some stories, and grew better through the play. I nearly fell out of my chair when they brought in some preforming in groups to act as the horses for the huge trading event. One could only imagine the smell if they'd not been there. I was actually fortunate enough to visit it, and the full one too, as accounted in the play. It's good to be connected with the Tsigani.
They were getting to the second act, and the height of the drama in the play.
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Post by Edwyn nó Camellia (D) on Sept 9, 2007 20:07:08 GMT -5
I ordered a bit to eat and at last moved closer to the fellow while it was being prepared. Though I did not interrupt him right at this moment. I carried my still half full mug with me as I settled in. Maybe we could strike up a conversation it was better than sitting in back with all my friends. That thought put a small grin on my face.
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Post by Larquél nó Orchis (D) on Sept 10, 2007 12:49:16 GMT -5
The lights were dimmed lower, all focus put on the prime antagonist. The traitor of the realm, Melisande, was played by way to cute an adept, doing her best to look menacing. She was carried on a makeshift horse, and emulated royalty like all the Shahrizai. But, some copies just aren't like the real thing.
In any case, I found myself glued to the whole thing, and failed to notice chairs shifting around me, wood scraping on wood, and a general murmur moving around.
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Post by Edwyn nó Camellia (D) on Sept 10, 2007 12:51:37 GMT -5
And thus I simply settled in and enjoyed the show. There really was no need to disturb my would be companion until after it was finished.
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Post by Larquél nó Orchis (D) on Sept 10, 2007 15:55:56 GMT -5
Sadly, it was also one of the plays, with all its comedy, it lacked a true happy ending. But, this was mostly because it was only a part in the Ysandre Saga. Nonetheless, I cheered with the rest of the crowd as the heros made their escape, the Tsingano sacrificing his title for the Heroine. Touching, though I find it hard to believe that a Tsingani would give up that respect for just another servant of Naamah. Ah, well.
The lights came up as they cleared for one more play for the evening, I drained my mug, and looked around for the maid servant, I could still see straight, so I'd not had enough.
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Post by Edwyn nó Camellia (D) on Sept 10, 2007 16:01:47 GMT -5
I noticed my associate was dry once more so I quietly caught the serving lass’ eye and paid for his refill without a word. In fact with a wry twist of a smile I even had her set two fresh mugs in front of him.
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Post by Larquél nó Orchis (D) on Sept 10, 2007 16:12:20 GMT -5
Oh, this was a good night indeed. I turned back around to see not one, but two pints of ale on my table. Before I knew what I was doing, I took one, and gulped a good part down. Whipping the foam from the mouth, I looked up and around, and noted that Camellian, he'd moved closer. I looked at the other mug, then at him, then the other mug, then him, about several times.
I stood up, grabbed them both, and walked over. "This your doing?" I asked with a grin.
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Post by Edwyn nó Camellia (D) on Sept 10, 2007 16:29:31 GMT -5
I peered up at the merry lad with my deep brown eyes “Yes, I did not want the hang over in the morning so I reckoned that mayhap I should set you up with the hangover and enjoy watching you in the mean time.” I smiled a bit “I am Edwyn nó Camellia by the by”
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Post by Larquél nó Orchis (D) on Sept 10, 2007 16:33:36 GMT -5
"Larquel no' Orchis. And if you think this," I raised the mug, "Is enough to give me a hangover, than you've got another thing coming. But." I took a swing. "I'll never pass up free ale."
I peered at him mischievously. "I take it your not a regular here, hmmmm?" I let my voice rise merrily at the end.
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Post by Edwyn nó Camellia (D) on Sept 10, 2007 16:50:18 GMT -5
I smiled quietly “Who said I was done with that?” One of my eyebrows rose at the question and I carried on after shaking my head no. “No, I am more a fan of reading but have been exploring live entertainment a bit more intently in recent weeks.” The smile stayed on my lips as the fellow was a sort of live entertainment of course that tended to fit his House.
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Post by Larquél nó Orchis (D) on Sept 10, 2007 16:54:57 GMT -5
I thrust the mug back at him. "Good man." I took a sip. "As for books, books are good, but plays are better. Plays need books of course, but books need plays to come alive. It's all quite connected you see." I accented my idea with grand hand gestures.
I noticed they would be getting ready for the next play, so I motioned for Edwyn to take a seat.
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Post by Edwyn nó Camellia (D) on Sept 10, 2007 18:36:05 GMT -5
"Some might say that" I responded in vague terms and then settled in at his side. Then continued with the second thought "And I am vaguely familiar with the link between books and performance." There was a small smile on my face and I really wished I could bottle the lad's energy and have a dose of it when I woke in mournings.
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Post by Larquél nó Orchis (D) on Sept 10, 2007 20:15:35 GMT -5
"So, now that we've made the point that plays and books are good." I gave him a sly grin. "Now...you must tell me what books one like you reads. I should also mention before you get started. " I leaned into whisper. "You don't look like a reader, so this should be impressive." I leaned back with a smirk. No doubt he thought I was estrange, but the thought just made me more giddy, and perhaps, the alcohol had something to do with it.
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Post by Edwyn nó Camellia (D) on Sept 10, 2007 20:25:04 GMT -5
I was none pulsed by his manner and simply carried on in my normal level tones whilst motioning to the stage "I am rather fond of the Ysandre Sag. Also as of late I have been studying a bit of how the Master of the Straights used to affect the interaction and commerce between two nations that are really not separated by much. That is in turn made even more odd when one considers the mingling of the blood in the two royal families at present."
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Post by Larquél nó Orchis (D) on Sept 10, 2007 21:17:29 GMT -5
I nodded along. I'd read the master of the straights, not a happy story by the way, only because my brothers insisted. It was sacred to them, and I couldn't deny it. By all accounts it was a heroic tale, but a bit drab, and took me awhile to get through. Though, I would have loved to have met the old Hycanthe, I bet he was a blast to hang out with.
"At present?" I wondered what he meant. Did he mean the Alban, because that was old news as far as I knew. "Care to be specific?" I asked curiously.
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Post by Edwyn nó Camellia (D) on Sept 10, 2007 21:25:36 GMT -5
"I mean the intermingling of the bloodlines with Ysandre's marriage. I find it rather fascinating considering the nations were kept apart for so long."
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Post by Larquél nó Orchis (D) on Sept 11, 2007 0:39:55 GMT -5
"Ah, alright. " Phew I didn't get lost. "Yes, I suppose that's true. Though, I didn't care to much for the battles fought. I'll help out with a scrap here and there, but I found the recants of the fights in Alba, and the Skaldi Invasion well..." I took a good gulp of ale, lowering the mug, trying to think of merrier thoughts.
"You know what I mean. Bad thoughts and all."
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Post by Edwyn nó Camellia (D) on Sept 11, 2007 5:43:58 GMT -5
I nodded in understanding "Yes, it describes hard conditions. Some have really made sacrifices that fortunately many of us cannot begin to fathom."
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