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 Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2018 12:20 pm
Quote: Ice and snow? Fine. Hail? Slightly less fine. Large, icicle-like shards of ice falling from the sky? Horrifying. For no apparent reason, Destiny City is plagued with another strange phenomenon, only this one can strike at any time. The icicles plummet from the sky with no warning, regardless of a clear or cloudy sky. The spikes range in size from a few inches up to two feet. Sometimes only one might fall, or sometimes a torrent of them, but they never fall far longer than a minute at a time. So far, injuries and damage have been reported across the city. How are you faring?
As the play went on though, Lori honestly found herself growing bored. It was a nice enough story, but it felt like one she had seen dozens of times on tv the last month. A repeated tale of tragedy and overcoming it in time to bring in the new year with a smile on their face. People clapped at the end, but Lori found her's were far less enthusiastic than some of the other people around them.
"That was absolutely dreadful. I can't believe I wasted my money and time to come and see it." She crossed her arms in front of her as she stood up and looked toward the stage with glaring eyes. "The acting was so over the top it almost felt like a comedy." Then she looked over at Jordan, surely he had an opinion to share as well.
"Do you think any of it was redeeming?" If she could find one little thing that made the play decent, maybe she could feel better about wasting the last few hours of her life in some dull theatre.
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2018 6:28 pm
Jordan, as one might have expected, seemed a little disgruntled by having to watch what they were undoubtedly about to rip into. What hadn't helped their mood was Lori - she was nice enough, sure, but the entire problem with running into a classmate was how strongly gendered Sovereign Heights' uniforms were -- Lori was plenty free to wear skirts on her free time, but as soon as they were off-campus Jordan's first order of business was always taking the dress off. They hated that dress. It was too much work to fight uniform regulations, and too much trouble for what they wanted to do, so they kept wearing the uniform at school and - well. It wasn't relevant. Other people seemed just fine with their uniforms.
As far as it came to classmates (or theatre buffs, either or, often both) Lori was nice enough. They didn't really like anyone, but she was nice enough, and mostly harmless - they might have said she was endearing, but Jordan never thought anyone was endearing unless they were a small animal old enough to fend for themselves (which was a fairly small subset). When she looked over to them, Jordan was still sitting, cheek propped on their hand, entirely unmoved to clap. "Their costumes didn't look that cheap," they opined, "and the setwork was good, but if you wanted me to have opinions on the acting it felt like none of them knew their lines." That brought a roll of the eyes. "But we shouldn't gossip inside the theater. It's rude."
They had little to say on the way out of the theater, although there were the occasional grunts and sighs typical of anyone making their way through a crowd of this size - banal though Lori and Jordan might have found the performance, it had been financed well, and as a long-time member of the tech side of the stage Jordan was well aware of how much less they were willing to put up with compared to the typical everyman wandering in to go see a show. They lamented, briefly, the fate of the columnists who would have to do their brief review - and then stopped lamenting those columnists, remembering how little most of those knew about proper theatre. That brought a thought to their mind they were willing to share with Lori, still walking, just sort of assuming she'd still be close enough. "Imagine if we had to review this for class. I'd end up biting my own tail trying not to say anything bad about it - you know how Professor Freighton is, as soon as you try to say 'this was a bad play and I hated having to watch it' it's thirty points off and you have to go see it again for a better grade." A brief stop and a frown - "Oh, god, I really hope she doesn't make that an assignment when classes start up again. I can see it now - 'review one work of theatre you saw over the break, but do it positively.' What a nightmare."[wc: 507]
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2018 8:26 pm
Lori nodded along as Jordon talked about the set, it was interesting to hear their opinion about it. It was also nice to have someone that looked at the play from a totally different angle than she had. While she had been utterly distracted by the flippant acting and chades, they had actually managed to find something decent in the whole mess. While she didn't really care if they talked inside or out, she went along with Jordan's suggestion that is was a bit rude.
It seemed like just about everyone was in a hurry to leave after that performance, many of them also had lack luster things to say about what they had all just witnessed on stage. She attempted to stay close to Jordan, though it did involve elbowing a few people that tried to cut her off. People could be so rude in places like this. At least she was close by when they spoke up again. A dreaded expression came across her face when their Professor's name was mentioned.
"Ugh, I'd probably say something about how endearing it was that they manage to tack off every horrible Holiday troupe in one single play. A good use of time I'd say. Plus, you were correct before, at least the costumes were decent. The lighting as done nicely as well. I don't typically comment on those things, but I'd probably put a lot of research in to it if I had to write about this performance." Lori felt like she had dronned on a bit, but she had a habit of doing that with people she was only sort of acquainted with. By that time though they were heading out the doors and she took a deep breath of the fresh, cool air.
"Pft, well. I think I need a coffee after a performance like that." Before she could ask Jordan to join her, why not get to know her fellow classmate better, she was startled by the sound of something shattering near her feet. It was a piece of broken ice, but when she looked up there weren't any icicles hanging from the theatre or any of the street lights.
"Guess I should count myself lucky I wasn't standing a few inches to the left." She could only think to oke at the moment, but suddenly things got a little wild around them as more ice began to fall from the sky.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2018 5:37 pm
"She means well," Jordan hazarded, which was about the most they could say positively about Professor Freighton due to a deep personal dislike and a visceral distaste for people who found viciously negative critique unwarranted at all times. And it was really just as well that the ice started to fall - Jordan didn't drink much coffee unless absolutely necessary and would have awkwardly managed a refusal without implicating any particular reason, likely leaving Lori confused and them staging a retreat.
"Oh, come on. I hate this city." They scowled viciously, folding their arms, clearly disgruntled. "You never hear about other places having giant spider outbreaks or mass comas or mysterious weather conditions that last for almost precisely two weeks, do you? What's so special about here?"
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