saxappeal: ((h) on the beat)
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[Sometime at night, say... 9 o'clock PM on a Saturday, some lively jazz is being broadcast all over the Omeganetwork. Anybody with even half of a brain can pinpoint it to The Gold Mill's live weekly shows, with the sheer volume suggesting that whoever's left their watch on is probably somewhere in the front row.

Patrons to the club might recognize the saxophonic stylings of Ben Birdland, but anybody listening in over the waves would more likely recognize him as the 2-ton mass of brass, Big Band. Seems he's off duty, working a sax in his spare time.

Feel free to bug him over the network (though he probably won't respond until after he leaves), or even in person if you happen to be around. Just... try not to interrupt the band, or else there might be repercussions.]
getoutofmylab: DAS RACIST. (lilly pads okay)
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A
[audio post]

Ah... So, in a competitive system where each individual begins with the same opportunities and outcome is influenced only by skill and motivation to succeed - but success is necessarily attained at the expense of others - what characteristics would disqualify an individual from competing altogether?

I ask out of curiosity, as the conditions of a certain ongoing contest seem to parallel those of the world at large. People tend to characterize those who fail to participate in society as lazy or degenerate, but in reality it is the collective that decides whether an individual may compete - and that decision generally has little to do with ability.

My hypothesis is that human beings are not actually comfortable with participating in such a system, but must be convinced and trained to do so. Rejecting those who, for whatever reason, do not fit the competitive model is part of that process.

B
[ action post, later, at the Gold Mill ]

Sherri didn't go much for dancing, but he did enjoy orchestras and jazz music. More than that, the jazz club was a good place to sit and think about recent events with just the right amount of distraction. In any case, the atmosphere seems perfect for slightly-melancholy contemplation and being mysterious while wearing a snazzy suit. If anyone approaches him they will find that he is quite open to company, though.

C
[ less mundane action post, even later, anywhere in the city ]

Someone might have taken that audio post as an invitation - or perhaps they just really wanted to offer some intellectual criticism in the form of punching. Hopefully they won't forget to keep their crit (re)constructive!
magistermentium: (▲ it started with a big bang)
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[Tonight, a large crowd is lined up outside The Illumination Theatre, as is the case almost every Saturday evening. The posters outside advertise what's brought them all here; "The Mind-Bending Illusionist Who Twists Reality Before Your Eyes!" and "An Act Beyond Your Wildest Dreams!" as well as the marquee, which reads "BILL CIPHER: THE MASTER OF MENTAL MAGIC." The show is sold out, something which it usually has no difficulty accomplishing.
At quarter to six they're lead inside to the lobby, and then at six o'clock sharp, into the theatre proper.
At precisely 6:18 PM, the lights dim. The audience grows quiet, and finally the man himself, the one they've all come to see, steps out onto the stage.]


Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages, what you are about to experience are not ordinary feats of what you call "magic" or "illusion"! No pulling rabbits out of hats here, folks! Tonight, you will all be ENLIGHTENED! It's time to destroy the barrier of your mind! Repeat after me...
Triangulum, entangulum...
Veneforis dominus ventium...
Veneforis venetisarium!


[The captivated crowd does as they're told, repeating the phrase out loud.
"Triangulum, entangulum...
Veneforis dominus ventium...
Veneforis venetisarium!"

What none of them realize is the moment the last syllable escape their lips, their eyes begin to glow. They start chanting backwards.
But all they see is a bright flash of light, and suddenly, the entire theatre loses all color, turning to monochrome as Bill's triumphant laughter echoes throughout.
What follows is a performance that goes above and beyond the limits of what most people would consider humanly possible.

The highlights include the theatre itself becoming a forest, with trees, greenery, and what even looks to be mountains in the distance popping up from nothing. A deer walks out, and with only a twist of his finger, its teeth are pulled directly out of its mouth and float over to Bill. He hands the teeth to a child in the front row of the audience, who seems rather disgusted but mesmerized nonetheless. With another gesture the teeth are returned to the deer, in an action like time moving backwards.
He shoots a laser from his finger, blowing a large hole directly through someone's chest, yet somehow leaving them entirely unharmed, despite the person next to them being able to put their hand directly through their torso. He asks someone to think of their favorite cartoon character, and with a snap of his fingers that character appears beside them, as if they'd popped right out of the TV. He calls someone up to the stage and asks them to do an impression of their favorite celebrity, as they physically transform into who they're impersonating. He calls up someone else, and as they're standing on stage they are lifted into the air by a floating platform shaped like their own head.
He sets himself on fire, covering himself in burning blue flames as though he was completely fireproof, then grows to enormous size, towering over the enraptured audience. And for the grande finale...
A massive triangular portal appears behind him, shooting off sparks as its center fills with light. Out of the portal emerges dozens of fantastical creatures that fill the theatre, including a sasquatch, "Manotaurs", a brain monster, a pterodactyl, giant spiders, giant bats, gnomes, a "Gremloblin", a "Hide Behind", a "Gobblewonker", mermaids and mermen, a "Multi-Bear", and a masked monster made of candy... many of which get right up close and personal with the audience.
Tipping his hat to the crowd, Bill leaves with one last enthusiastic remark.]


REMEMBER! REALITY IS AN ILLUSION, THE UNIVERSE IS A HOLOGRAM, BUY GOLD, BYEEE!!!

[He enters the portal himself, vanishing.
There is another brilliant flash. The audience suddenly opens their eyes and gasps, as though they've just awoken from a trance, or a dream. Everything is gone, everyone is back to normal, and the world is in color again.
Seconds later, the room erupts with mass cheering and roaring, thunderous applause.
We thank you for coming out and hope you've enjoyed the show tonight. Should you feel so inclined, come have a chat with Mr. Cipher! He's enjoying an after-show drink at the theatre bar, and he absolutely loves talking to his fans.]

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